re-reading that previous comment (by me), it sounds way too serious. So hard to get the tone of these kinds of writings. Email type writing. You can never tell the person's actual tone and intent. I wrote on this problem before, can't remember if it was here or on SHIFTlist or way back when i worked at that big internet company and spent literally half my time writing and reading interoffice emails. Boy was that ever the life. Can you tell if that last sentence was meant sarcastically or seriously? See what I mean?

Neither am I a hipster. Forget labels. I admit I am glad to have been in-utero in SF during the summer of love, and to have "met" Alan Ginsberg on Mt. Tamalpais when I was 6 months old. I think those could only have been benificent influences. He's a perfect example of the uncategorizable. He and his cronies more or less invented post-war bohemianism and hippiedom, but they were all absolute individuals who could not be pidgeon-holed as this or that. Definitions are for things that have already passed. If I aspire to anything it is to be me, whatever and whoever that is.

Hmmm, weird, say 'hippie' enough times and it becomes a meaningless sound. Not as weird as saying 'hanger' over & over though.

So, in the original sense of the word, sorry, you're too late to be a hippie. You were born a month or two post-Summer of Love. Then again, you were in-utero in SF for a few weeks that summer. And you did meet Alan Ginsberg at 6 months of age (you, not him). So maybe you are a hippie after all.

OK, I've got it. Don't worry, you're not a hippie. You're a Hipster. Whew! Aren't you glad to have that settled? No longer do you need to feel the twinge of guilt about your lack of admiration for the finer arts & crafts of hippiedom. Hipsters are too cooooolllll to fret about any of that stuff. Yeehaw, allelujah! Just carry on (carry on, sir) doing all that good stuff that scary carye mentioned, & you'll do fine, labels be gosh-darned.

Well put, Carye, thanks. And sometimes i even dress "nice."

Dan,
I think you are like me, you don't follow any code of wear or hang with any certain crowd.

In the land of dan, some days its Burning Man, then others an arty wine bar. Some days a crazy bird paper mache parade, other days making meat conceptional art in Seattle. Some days your clothes don't match, other days you're wearing your birthday suit on a bike. You just never know. So perhaps occasionally you also play the hippie.. what ever that means.

carry on.

fine then: proud to be a hippie!

Dan, you ARE a hippie.
And tie-dies ARE atrocious.