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Re: Saturday, September 7, 2002
Wow, the NY World's Fair. Seeing some of those pictures reminded me of the degree to which it framed my expectations for the future. I was 8 years old. We were from California (here in Santa Barbara, actually) but heading off to East Africa for a few years. My dad was doing some intensive language training in NYC for a couple of months, so my mom and sister and I soaked up as much of the city as we could. We visited the fair about 3 or 4 times. We were into the design arts, Eames, Buckminster Fuller and so forth, and to me it seemed like the dawn of a beatiful new world. That same summer we attended a sermon by Martin Luther King and Riverside Church and then stood in a long line to shake his hand and talk for a little while. Things really seemed to be getting better. Upon reflection, I realize that I still hold on to that optimistic idealism. Reality is cold and harsh, but good stuff keeps happening all the time. And I still believe in design. There are responses to this message:
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