In the Sixties, Goldie Hawn was the primary source for furthering my education.
In the fall quarter of 1967, just after the summer of love which was particularly intense in the San Francisco Bay Area, I was assigned a paper for my interdisciplinary class, The American Dream. I don't remember what the purpose or exact theme of that paper was, but I do remember a line from it. That's because I co-opted "There are a hell of a lot of people who don't deserve my love." My theft may have included more, I don't remember, but...
...yep, I stole that. I'd lifted it from a letter of a friend. And I didn't document my theft. I just stole it because I liked it. It expressed how I felt, it supported my premise and because I didn't know how to footnote its source as "a letter from my friend Harold."
However, in typing it up, I committed my second sin of omission. Instead of what I'd intended to say, the line came out "There are a hell of a lot of people who do deserve my love"! While I didn't have spell check then, it doesn't matter. Spell check wouldn't have caught that. Proof reading, I didn't catch it. Maybe if I'd had my editor Sam with me back then he might have caught it.
But those fourteen words contradicted my budding misanthropy - which may have been the entire point of my paper, I don't know. And that remains my earliest memory of karmic justice. Yet, forty years later, my mistrust of humankind continues to thrive, just as our species continues to "flourish."
And as a result, Dada wishes to apologize while simultaneously making the following New Year's resolution to you all:
In that 2009 looks to be like one helluva year at this point with continued starvation in Africa, promising wars just over the horizon as the world hovers on the edge of total economic collapse and chaos, I promise to be less optimistic. I promise to be more careful about what and who I do(n't) love...and certainly, I will be less cheerful. Editor Sam will see to it because holding me to my New Year's resolution is his New Year's resolution.
Thus, as the curtain is successfully drawn on the close of yet another year, here's wishing everyone a very Happy New Year. (Well, as much as is possible anyway.)
(Footnote: In 1967, world population was approximately 3.6 billion. In 2008 there now exists fewer than 1,600 pandas, only 5,000 tigers remain, while fewer than 7 billion humans exist in the wild, excluding those tamed, living in [prison] zoos, which may prove to be the salvation of the species -- if we can just get them to successfully breed in captivity.)