Pictures, photographs, polaroids, slides, little wool caps, winter breath, grey coats, and stoops, dust, sand, highways, viynl, and trains cars.
This generation sucks.
The internet (facebook, myspace, instant messanger), text messaging, digital cameras, iPods -- this is our generation, and it sucks.
Where is our artistic community? Where is our heart beat? Where are the innovators? The rebels? And, what -- are we going to show the next generation our facebook pages? Are we going to gather the grandchildren, set them in a semi-circle around an iPod, and flip through one's and zero's of our youthful adventures in New York City, Europe, the American West?
Where are our cold water flats? Our years of journey and self-exploration? Where are the movements? Where are the battle-lines?
We have a war, but no shattered twenty-somethings in search of completion, healing -- no antsy youth incapable of standing still, squirming under the heat of inability, smallness, and futility. We have a war, but no guilt.
We are spoiled by the Baby Boomers. We're complacent. We're comfortable. We're content. We're callous.
We're contrived.
This is the contrived generation.
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Tim,
good point, though you forgot YouTube. How could you?
I agree this is a spoiled generation, but I think there is also an aspect of attention-driven activity that is unique to us too. Perhaps with all the material comfort lavished upon us there was also a little too much patronage, and not enough demanded of us. The end result is a generation where everyone is convinved they ought to be a star, as much as they feel entitled to the priveleges of wealth.
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