‘For better or for worse'; I think that’s a line from a marriage ceremony, a kind of irony wouldn’t you say? The marrying of things, whatever the concept. Love, power, business, ideology, religion… inter-forming a mutual support for our yet to be tweaked ‘n’ tested, interpersonal weakness’ and strengths

Can things get better without getting worse before they get better? I could go on and on; there is a light at the end of the dark tunnel; calm before the storm and all that …, they forgot the ”calm” bit, before the ”next” storm though.

As I ”see” it (not as ”I” see it) it’s good to have a little betrayal in your convictions as it leaves room for posthumous redemption. Judas Iscariot can tell you that. I mean no offense before anyone rushes to turn the other cheek on me.

Each generation survives on what they are fed, then feeds the following accordingly. It’s amazing when you think about it, but it’s not something to be amazed at.

Technology is the all prevailing mother … (as she stands tall and mighty in her impenetrable ageless proud beauty) she has weaned her children on it and will always do so, generation after generation, there is always room for complaint but to what end?

The generation question, it’s always comparable to our History because history has a few colourful tales of how the world used to be, … as she looks into her ”2007 what happened to me Mirror”, as if to say, ”we could have at least nuked the world and left it at that in the name of peace”.

So, what generation is and what generation was is always comparable to our historical past I think, well, at least from a ‘sitting at my laptop scrolling the seemingly definitive information highway oracle called the ‘Internet ‘point of view’, looking at the world through the eyes of our childlike anxious-wandering little sweaty-finger-clicking-curiosities, was there ever a generation that could proclaim they were the ‘glory generation’? with their elders peering down mumbling ”Are things getting better or worse”? I suppose it depends on how we look at glory in terms of place, time and circumstance … maybe.

I’m sure the last world war wasn’t much fun for many and as I wasn’t there in the last world war, I’ll say no more on the subject. I’m sure that generation would have preferred to sit at a laptop throwing virtual darts at a virtual Hitler on some online games site. Bin Laden games are cool too by the way; you see, then is now and now is then … ”change is always never changing always” … Hitler/Bin Laden/technology/they all roll with the flow, merely changing face, makeup, music and uniform … showbiz at its best!

Marching bands have many different tunes; it doesn’t matter the ideology, religion, politics, philosophy or art; they all ‘MARCH’ in the same timeless manner, only now, today, a soldier can chat to his mum on some bluetooth gadget and keep smiling for his country as he marches down the street.

I never understand when I hear folks say ‘what happened to the good ole days’ … I obviously have missed out on something. I’m sure I probably over-heard some hippies from 1969 talking about how they miss jumping naked into some excretion/urine/puke-filled lake listening to Hendrix jamming.

The thing is, that while that generation were smoking pot and planting seeds of loveliness, kids were being blown to bits in a not so lovely place named Vietnam, while Hitler was exterminating the Jews, England played tennis. Just like now, today, tennis is a cool game to play by the way specially when you need a break from sitting on the Internet for hours on end.

Things can only get worse before they get worse. You have to look on the bright side, there is no choice. Yes, the times we live in are dark and the kids have gone mad, well, wouldn’t you go mad in the darkness? But the kids are wise to the madness of the world, well plus a few thousand stabbings and shootings every month to keep their indignant-looking, hooded chin looking cooly down to the ground.

I think that life’s uncertainties are always certain but there comes a time when that uncertainty creeps up on us, like now, real slow, then BOOOM! we see it happening little by little, we shrug it off ’till that little by little becomes more and more little by little .. you get the picture … but time is costly in the court of life’s seen to be intrusive, maybe paranoid abstract observations.

So, are things getting better or worse? The answer lies all around in every nook and cranny and sound but who is searching, where there’s nothing to be found…