I saw Noam Chomsky as my mentor -- way before we ever met. When I was in college in the late 1960s/early '70s, he was already a guiding light for me, an exemplar of how those with privilege and principles should live our lives.
Positive social change does not come from only wishing for it or spending just a few months on it. There is no greater task for any of us -- all of us -- than figuring out how to survive the political and environmental crises of this era.
Once the Arab Spring broke loose, people began asking me why this country was still so quiet. I would always point out that no one ever expects or predicts such events. Nothing like this happens until it happens, and only then do you try to make sense of it retrospectively.
We veterans of the Sixties have become encrusted with doubt. I'm putting mine aside and going to Wall Street. This kernel of activism might spawn a powerful populist movement, and if it does, I want to help it along.
We don't need concrete demands to sympathize with the frustration and anger that Americans feel. The Occupy Wall Street movement is the grassroots activism we need to pay attention to -- and it is the start of action.
Chief amongst the mighty and majestic mysteries of my life is how in the name of Methuselah I could be 52 years old. One minute I'm playing in a meadow, the next I'm lying awake fretting about my cholesterol.