Thursday, April 30, 2015

Fridays at The Continental

After a long week of work, Courier One wants to do nothing more than unwind and outspan. Of course he wishes the same for his spouse — no need for her to fuss with preparing another meal.
There’s a place at the Echelon Facility you can take your whole family to for simple dining and elegant entertainment:
The Continental.

Young Malinconico thoroughly enjoys his grilled cheese and glass of milk — not exactly exotic fare, even for a 9-year-old. But it’s what’s not on the menu that will whet curiosities let alone sate appetites.
Rhythmic belly-dancing complements the murmuring presence of dining families scattered about the deep-gold chamber as they nod along with the melodic beledi.
Fathers elbow their young sons teasingly whilst mothers roll their eyes with a wry grin.
Please join us at The Continental.

Monday, April 06, 2015

Role Strain in the Making

Anyone alive during the last fifty years must be familiar with the tendency and trend of college-age youth to rely on mere spectacle and forced drama to Address Issues and to Raise Awareness.
  Subsequent generations, for a time, witnessed these antics in hindsight, logically noting that such feel-good dramatics at the moment served the hungry ego whilst outweighing any possible practical solutions.
  Ergo, one would think that mature minds would eschew look-at-me shenanigans in favour of persuasive methods with a more rational approach — appealing more to the adult than the child, lest they become a living cliché spouting trite slogans without any thought behind them...
Today’s actual dialogue:

Bystander: “It looks like you strongly believe in your cause. What constructive steps are you taking to remedy the issue?”

Protester: ”Well, um... we’re gonna get together and have a meeting... and decide what actions... like... to take...”

What happened?
  Are today’s youthful protesters unwilling to learn from history or are they unable, given the inarguable dumbing-down of education, nay, even parenting itself?
  Judging from the consequence-free attitude seen in discarded signage left littered thoughtlessly about the quad after their public posturing, one must conclude the worst: the means are the ends themselves — Attention-Whoring 101. Spent theatrics can often be quite a sad curtain call. But let us not allow fading youth get in the way of Nostalgioid Opiates.