"'Fun Times Square' said no New Yorker ever...."

‘Fun Times Square’ said no New Yorker ever...

— Seán Ono Lennon (@seanonolennon) January 17, 2026

Happy Birthday to John Lennon!

I don't say happy birthday to John Lennon every year, but just by chance it happened that the first post of the day — "Both VP nominees are now participating in the old tradition of responding to questions written on an orange..."— contained the sentence:

"I struggle to resist re-telling the story of My Dinner With Bruce Springsteen."

The internal link goes back to a post from the first year of this blog:

Go back to the first post of today to see how that connected up. But rereading that old post — which has a Sean Lennon Ono tag (because I sat near Yoko Ono when she was pregnant with Sean) — made me want to check to see what Sean was writing on X today. I see:

What nice synchronicity! It was only by chance that John and Sean were born on the same day and only by chance that on this October 9th, the story of an orange rolled up the aisle of an airplane took me back to the story of My Dinner in the Vicinity of John and Yoko.

If I had to try to think of a meaningful connection, I'd say — as I've said before — I like that Yoko Ono book "Grapefruit."

Sean Ono Lennon is just opting out and watching the shit show.

He doesn't support any particular candidate (and I believe him because I feel the same way):

A miracle.

People see and experience things so differently it’s a fucking miracle we can even walk on the street without smashing into each other.

— Seán Ono Lennon (@seanonolennon) July 12, 2023

Just related to some famous people and looking like Ozzy Osbourne.

Someone asked me if I was famous last night and I said ‘no I’m just related to some famous people.’ And they said ‘Well you look exactly like Ozzy Osbourne.’ And I believe they meant that as the highest compliment. So I chose to take it as such. (In the Pool day 2).

— Seán Ono Lennon (@seanonolennon) March 24, 2022

Sean Ono Lennon calls Facebook "crazy" and cries out against "baseless cancellations by our social media overlords."

This is crazy! Even for someone like me who is well aware of baseless cancellations by our social media overlords, to evict my friend @BretWeinstein is a new kind of insanity. I would go so far as to call it evil. You could not find a more measured and reasonable man than Bret. https://t.co/tGTm42FlTx

— Sean Ono Lennon (@seanonolennon) October 22, 2020

After that conspicuous hit, Facebook reversed itself, claiming to have "mistakenly flagged" the account as an "imposter":

My first indication of a problem was this message saying Facebook had "already reviewed" the suspension and the decision "can't be reversed". My tweet about it clearly got your attention, but I have 400k Twitter followers.

What protects regular people from such "mistakes" Liz? https://t.co/DEvvgOaV4i pic.twitter.com/z43TZJr5j5

— Bret Weinstein (@BretWeinstein) October 23, 2020

Who, exactly, is Liz Bourgeois@Liz_Shepherd? On her Twitter page, she identifies herself as "@Facebook comms, formerly @TheDemocrats and @SpeakerPelosi. Mom of 2 tiny humans."

This is all very fishy. She's obviously a Democrat and completely open about it, and I take it she works at some level at Facebook and that "comms" means "communications" —  that is, public relations. It is bad PR to cancel Bret Weinstein and have Sean Ono Lennon pop up as his friend to call you insane overlords. 

Who believes Facebook just flagged Weinstein's account as an imposter? Why would such a harsh unreviewable cancellation message be sent to a person who'd just gotten flagged as an imposter? Automatic actions like that obviously can go wrong, so who believes it's something Facebook has set up to be unreviewable? Indeed, Facebook seems to have reviewed it, though if the method Weinstein used was getting Sean Ono Lennon to tweet about the injustice, that is hardly available as a method of review for anybody else. 

"It can't be reversed" — but it was reversed! Facebook didn't follow its own stated procedures. There's a special injustice in that. There's an alternative path to relief for some people — famous people or semi-famous people with ultra-famous connections — and the rest of you deplorables can slip down the memory hole forever.

Sean Ono Lennon weighs in.

Sincere and earnest question I don’t know answer to: Is there truly anything illegal or unconstitutional about either him nominating a judge for SCOTUS just before election, or him not paying a lot of taxes while essentially bankrupt? I can’t find real evidence. Please explain.

— Sean Ono Lennon (@seanonolennon) September 28, 2020

"Do they make a 'safe space' from the 'woke mob?'"

Do they make a ‘safe space’ from the ‘woke mob?’

— Sean Ono Lennon (@seanonolennon) June 27, 2020

ADDED: Both "safe space" and "woke mob" have to do with the exclusion of voices that you don't want to hear, so these ideas are not necessarily in contradiction, but the wokeism of today undervalues the desire for safety. That's because of the direction from which the threat to safety comes. The "woke mob" would like everyone to feel unsafe from the charge of racism. And the "safe space" was always only for some people, for some reasons.

John Lennon.

I've written about John Lennon a couple times in the last week, but today is his birthday--I don't care that it would have been his 64th--and I'd just like to take note of that. I've loved John Lennon ever since The Beatles arrived on the scene. I vividly remember one day in the fall of 1975 listening to his wonderful album "Mind Games" all day, then going out to eat that night with two young men--old acquaintances--at our favorite hidden away little East Side restaurant Residence. We were seated at a little table in a niche next to a large round table set in the window alcove.

Don't look now, but John Lennon and Yoko Ono are sitting at the next table.

And yes, they were. I can figure out that it was the fall of 1975, because Yoko Ono was very pregnant (Sean Lennon was born in October 1975). Did we go over and talk to them? No! Maybe if they were passing on the street you could say something to them, but here they were in the middle of eating dinner. It just didn't seem possible. But shouldn't the fact that I was listening to "Mind Games" all that day give me a special dispensation? It seemed that it should, but still it felt quite wrong to intrude, and we did not. Nevertheless, it was a huge thrill just to sit so near him for so long.

The postscript to this anecdote is that I sat at the very same table on another occasion, around the same time, with my brother and a friend of my brother's (whose name I can't remember). Midway through the meal a young woman rushed up to my brother's friend in a state of ecstasy and began hugging him, gushing about how much she loved him and had all his records. We were kind of drunk and didn't know what the hell was going on. Later, in a state of sober reflection, I realized that my brother's friend did look quite a bit like Bruce Springsteen.

So did I or the ecstatic young woman have the more intense personal engagement with her musical idol?