21 thoughts on “Weekend Question Thread

  1. Definitely the future, not the past.
    I suppose I’d like to go back to the late 60s/early to mid 70s to see all those bands I didn’t get a chance to see, but that’s about it.

  2. Pre cambrian era…notocords were barely there and there was no SCLM. Trilobites did not pursue divisiveness while whining about bipartisanship, and the strange shelley fauna rocked the house.
    Probably have to go at least that far back.

  3. If I had to go into the past, I would pick London in the late 1500s—early 1600s so I could see Shakespeare’s plays performed live. And if I didn’t like it after a few years, I would probably die from the plague, anyway. If I’m picking the future, send me far enough ahead to where the Republican party is nothing but a distant memory of a sick joke.

  4. I don’t know. Every era has its good and bad. In the late 60’s, even in the Army, I never wanted to live in any other time.
    But if I look at all of the objects that I would dearly miss if there was a fire, they include a 1947 Martin, my harp amplifier made in 1948, My harp mic made in 1943, a 1943 Colt 1911 and an M1 Garand made in 1944. The music, fashion and the movies from that period are pretty damn terrific, too.
    But that whole world war thing they had going on? That wasn’t so good. I’d want to give that a pass.

  5. with my teeth, will pick the future where dentistry is even better and stem cells fix everything. have to be an era where i can wear pants. tho, the 70’s, i might i have been able to find more antiques.

  6. 1940s London. I know, I’d probably die from malnutrition because of rationing (fake eggs?!). But to actually live in London during the Blitz–to see that in person? Whooooo yeah. I’d go for a job in the War Office, shelter in the Tube, see Petula Clark when she performed on the Tube platforms, go to St. Bart’s dispensary and meet Agatha Christie. And volunteer for the St. Paul’s firewatch.
    Close second? 1956 Budapest. Yes, I’m a glutton for punishment. But there’s something about the idea of seeing real heroes, up close, that grabs me.
    Close third? Philadelphia, May-July 1776.
    Note: these are all places to visit–I honestly don’t know if I’d be happy actually living there long-term, though I really think I could manage just fine in 40’s Britain.

  7. How weird! Just yesterday I was marveling about how fortunate I am to live now. I got to experience real small town life, when it was a viable alternative. I was young enough to totally miss WWII service, young enough to miss the Korean War, strategically positioned to miss the Vietnam War. But, best of all, I am able to experience the vast discoveries about the universe going on right now. That alone makes this the era I wouldn’t trade for anything, and that is what started me to marveling about just how lucky I am.

  8. I’m like hoppy; I like the present just fine. People don’t die of infections resulting from injuries like my grandfather did. We don’t get polio any more like one of my elementary school classmates did. We’ve got TV and computers and phones that make Dick Tracy’s wrist radio look clunky. I went to a one-room rural school, listened to “The Lone Ranger” on radio before we got our first TV, survived the 1960s, suffered through the 1970s and 1980s; and am now getting along swimmingly in the 21st Century despite a raft of medical problems that have been part of my family’s DNA for a long time.
    I remember asking my grandmother whether she’d like to be able to go back in time to “The Good Old Days” of her youth in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. She looked at me like I’d lost my mind and said “Mercy! No!” But then she got a faraway look in her eyes and added, “Well, maybe for dinner.” She really missed the taste of home-canned beef and the other foods they cooked for those thresherman’s dinners all those years ago. So I guess I’m a chip off that old block. Except I don’t miss the food.

  9. Keep me here. Except move me to Sweden, teach me the language, and get me a good job. I love their paid family leave.

  10. I’m like virgotex and hoppy and RAM — If I can’t live in the future, preferably when they can cure my cerebral palsy and rebuild my legs, and it has ceased to matter what gender you perform or which sex you are, I’m happy living here and now. I like running water and modern urban living, computers and self-dial, dirt cheap international long-distance phone calls, direct deposit, electronic music, electronic funds transfer and electronic data interchange, communication satellites and all-night delivery food.
    ‘Course, I could be tempted into time-travelling and committing a few strategic derailments or redirections here and there, but while the past is a nice place to visit, I wouldn’t want to live there any more than I already have.

  11. I’m pretty ok with the present time, but there are a LOT of eras and places I wish I could visit. But only for a visit. The ‘novelty’ would wear off pretty quickly, I’d guess.
    And I wouldn’t mind a single peek at the future, say, two or three centuries from now. Just to see how historians look at our time (probably by scratching their heads and wondering wtf we were thinking.)

  12. I’ll echo BlakNo1’s desire to go back to the late 60’s/70’s to hear all the incredible music around then live. Actually, if I’d just been born 10 years earlier (that would have me being born in 1949), I could have done that. *Sigh* I missed ELP’sBrain Salad Surgery tour, the 1973-74 King Crimson, Zeppelin before the heroin appeared, The Who before the suckage started etc.
    The other period I’d love to go back to is Vienna ca. 1900 ’til July 1914. The confluence of art, music, design and decadence is right up my alley, the world of Klimt, Mahler, Schoenberg and the Secession. As long as I could also take trips to Berlin, Paris and London too! 🙂

  13. Henry, I lived in San Francisco during part of the 60’s, when I could walk across the street and take in a free Jefferson Airplane concert, which I did a few times, or go to Golden Gate Park and take in any number of other great bands in free concerts. Plus, I actually knew Harvey Milk, and George Moscone, and had both of them at my house for wine and cheese political parties.
    Interrobang, I would absolutely be terror stricken if I heard I had to visit the 24th century. I’m so convinced that humans will be very minor inhabitants of this planet by then, reduced to small enclaves in the few remaining small areas where human life is still possible. But, I was also convinced I would never see another Democratic President, so I could be wrong about this too.

  14. New York City around 1900. It was so dense with people and was the first real experiment of masses of people from different backgrounds living together on a large scale. Add in a little electric light and the birth of Coney Island and I think I’d get to see just about all of the threads of experience that I love today at or around their origin.

  15. New York in the 1920s, assuming I had the money to enjoy it!
    As you might guess from my nym, my first desire would be to see the Marx Brothers live on Broadway. After that, all the other entertainments would be gravy.

  16. I am an anachronism — raised on a farm by Depression survivors, in an economic situation about a half-step up from the Depression. I kinda like now.

  17. 好秘书我爱皮肤中国公文网Henry, I lived in San Francisco during part of the 60’s, when I could walk across the street and take in a free Jefferson Airplane concert, which I did a few times, or go to Golden Gate Park and take in any number of other great

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