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Monday

Archetype

After finishing our last class on dancing through the decades, my mind kept going back to the discussion of relating the decades to the type of music and dance that existed. I'm not sure whether music is simply another form of expression of if music is the catalyst for change. One thing that caught me off guard though was the prevalence of the President of the United States of America as an archetype for the decade in general. The president though seems to be a few years behind the general population, but in the end remains a symbol of the values that the people held dear.

In the 1940's the United States entered and ended the second World War. They became the world's predominant power (along with the Soviet Union) and the succession of presidents from FDR to Truman was a symbol of prosperity, nationalism, comfort, solidarity, contentedness. The country was happy with their choices, and most of all with the fact that women went back to the homes after having gone out to work.

In the 1950's the United States was the predominant power in the world, prosperity reigned, the only threat was the communists and their empire in the East. Dwight Eisenhower, powerful commander, symbol of success, imposing handshake, and an impressive three letter nickname, he was the symbol of all that is good in the United States of America (the USA loved IKE).

JFK epitomized the 60's. Trouble was on the horizon, but for now, like the Cuban Missile Crisis, maybe we could put off confrontation for another few years. He was hostile, volatile, and charismatic, and the last untouchable President. His assassination ushered in a new era of politics of distrust and a degradation of nationalism.

No one embodied this distrust for the nation more so than Richard Nixon and his epic fall from the office of the President. Just like the presidency, the 70s were filled with people living lies hoping to put off facing the truth of drugs and violence, just long enough to get out of the way.

Reagan, and his unending enthusiasm, his hope of one day finally accomplishing all that Reaganomics claimed to be, epitomized the 80s. They were the party, bright colors, the king of pop, everyone having a good time and trying to forget the previous decade.

Clinton, the 90s, a new hope for a new world order, lies, deceit, the elimination of morals from mainstream America, boy bands.

And now, in the last decade we've gone from patriotic fervor to the old levels of distrust with Bush, and finally Obama has shown that the subcultures rule in the new millennium. There no longer is a dominant fashion, music, dance, food, culture, but rather the eclectic, the new, the modern, the departure from the troubled past, that's what will define this decade.

Maybe if I want to be elected President one day, I just need to pay attention to dress and music. Then again, if I wanted to be elected President, I probably shouldn't post this.

Sunday

Not a post of sadness

The previous post had little to nothing to do with sadness, or girl problems. It was just a gchat conversation to my roommate as we sat in the same room and my pretty little girl busted the plastic spiral that had fallen off of my cook book that I acquired from my mother and quickly fashioned into a promise ring. It's great to love someone.

promise ring

oh she destroys my presents, and then explains how she's better than I am
sadness
I didn't mean to crush your heart
but look it fits better now
in this square peg
silly round heart

Thursday

First post

There is this community of blogging that I've been on the outside looking in. It feels like one of those groups in elementary school where there is a separate lingo, a shared lunch time, a set of understood humor, and I'm one of the kids who sits on the side, puts his legs inside his sweater so that maybe they'll just mistake him for a rock. The word itself screams of lingo, blog, which by itself, removed from the context it fairly gross sounding, and not appealing. I guess now I'm just standing on the edge, with my hands behind my back hoping someone notices and comes over and invites me into the game.

The date of no longer official singleness (official means legally)