One aspect of my constant historical research is the fact that no matter how much I notice the changes in American culture throughout my life I am constantly reminded of how these changes pale in comparison to say, the last 70 or 80 years. My generation has had no great trial, we are those that forsook analog for digital and most people I know of my age have no respect or appreciation for anything that came before them.
A good example of this is my vinyl collection. Anyone I know that has any collection that can match or exceed my own (keep in mind this is limited to my age group) only have vinyl to spin. My collection is pretty much classic rock, classical, jazz, etc. Everyone that sees it thinks its cool but have no clue who half of the people are (I guess John Klemmer, Arlo Guthrie, Pat Metheny and even Herbie Hancock are just relegted to a few listeners among us).
Another thing I have noticed is the cynicism of my generation. Well, not so much cynicism holistically, as I am a right cynical bastard myself but what I suppose is a cynicism of ignorance. If you ever hear me bash an Idea/Religion/Concept/whatever I shan't be talking out of my arse but am at least somewhat educated on the concept.
When I go out I tend to wind up conversing with those at least a decade older than me if not those of my parent's age. My friends love to tease me for this as I have been found debating economics and Sun Tzu instead of "macking on some chick." I guess I just have different priorities in life...
well either that or the simple fact that i know that banging some random bar chick here is asking to get the clap...
Sunday, September 30, 2007
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