A Day in the Life of Chaos

Palace Corbelli Classroom Obsolescence is a part of everything.  We see it every day.  Devices we once couldn ’ t live without now no longer serve a purpose.  It could be a record player, the cassette tape or the rotary phone.  We are now even witnessing the demise of the fixed phone for that matter.  Every generation has them and are defined by them.  For my father it might have been the milk man, my grandmother the streetcar or the horse.  Some objects seem to even have programmed obsolescence like the home computer.  The saddest obsolescence of all is when it is our very self that has lost its need.  Time carries away all things but for a shining moment in our own existence in our minds, we exist.  We live, we love and we thrive.  At least those willing to breath, willing to dream willing to love, willing to give will leave the world with a smile on our face. Christian Tanzer and Joe Funk I lived in Vienna the winter of 1987 and spring of 1988. I attended an American program

Every generation says this:  "People today just have no idea about the way it was."  Life experience and the world around us contributes so much to what we are and what we will be.  Every generation had it's flash point and it is usually a violent one.  For my grandparents it was World War II.  For my parents it was Vietnam.  For those born after 1980 it was and will be, the World Trade Center, Iraq and Afghanistan.  For myself it was the Cold War and a little group of countries a third of the way around the world that most people have never heard of. When I was growing up international politics and perspective was divided into two camps, us versus them.  Everything was defined as Western Democracy facing off against Russian and Chinese Communism.  Today if you ask most people what Communism means it tends to be defined in the abstract.  It gets lumped together with skewed ideas of socialism and is simply presented as a fear word without true definition. Yet for m