Style is going out of style...

...in cars. Elsewhere too. How you dress and, most certainly, in how you act. Look at this Ferrari: it exemplifies the marriage between the beautiful and the aerodynamic.

There was a time, not so long ago, when streamlined styling was sought after and admired. Attractive...

No longer. Our tastes are moving away from sleek, elegant lines in the direction of clumsy macho -- tough, rugged and ugly ducklings:





Seriously ugly has become the trend. Let's see where it takes us. Along with the sullen and clumsy rap gesticulating, ugly items -- ugliness justified by function -- seem to have taken the fort.

Maybe we've had one too many of designed, feigned elegance and phony refinement and soggy exaltation -- and this tripped the trigger...

I admit, the wholesale ugly is sometimes attractive. Nevertheless I haven't yet reached the point where I turn away from the elegant in favour of the awkward and unwieldy.

I miss the older generation

People seem to be slipping away, out of circulation, leaving me feeling lonely and strangely unfulfilled. I don't know what it is... They are either no longer actively pursuing their old role or, worse, some of them are dying away merrily.
I miss that generation. I miss the presence of that generation. These are people I used to look up to, act against, talk against, and generally challenge at every waking moment. It was part of the meaning of life: the part that dealt with defining who I am, defined as who I believed I was not. (I.e. a rebel with a cause)

Presumably, I now am that generation.

But I feel that I still haven't finished with that other generation -- although they seem to have finished with me. I am not ready to take on their role. I feel singularly unprepared to take on the serious aspects of life, take them on for real...