the rerererereinvention of the american twenty something part 92
I feel for the most obvious marketing ploy facing my generation. I am not only aware of this, but I am still proud that I have this incredibly trendy product sitting in my driveway at this very moment.
Yes, friends, I bought a 2005 Scion xB in polar white. It has already be outfitted with many custom features from the previous owner and the dealership. I find myself searching high and low on the internet to find more custom add-ons. Things as common and practical as a lugage rack and cargo net, to things as useless and vain as interior lighting effects.
I have already fallen for the ludite anit-new Scion xB propaganda, with it's generic curves and larger mass appeal interior panneling. I am very happy about my box on wheels. It has a sence of style generally lacking in modern cars. I think that the general lack of style, designing cars to be more and more generic, is why people are so keen on collecting cars from previous eras. Not to say that they wouldn't anyway based on some sort of nostalgia, but they never discuss their new car unless it is above whatever they consider to be a high price point. Even then it is rare that anyone mentions their daily driver after the first two weeks of ownership. I hope that even four weeks from now I walk outside and think to myself, "Damn, that is a sweet ride."
I need to get the insurance fixed so that I am infact paying for it, because for some reason the insurance when I picked up the cars had my fathers name on it instead of mine. I have this feeling that minus the group rate for our veritible fleet of commercial and personal vehicles the rate is going to be higher and I am going to be sad.
Lately I have also felt the urge to purge my closet and re-design my wardrobe as it were. This is something I feel the need to do almost every season, and I kinda feel like part of the reason for that is that I've never really jumped off the deep end with it. I complain in great detail very often about feeling like I'm in a rut, and new clothes and hobbies may only be a magic feather to make me feel as if I can move on, but I am lacking greatly in clothing that can be worn both to work and casually. In an attempt to be money savy about it, I am ofcourse going to be making most of these items. I figure that a couple of pencil skirts in dark denim and twill, and a couple of more fall dresses, and a jacket will suffice for now. I can buy shirts that have little to decoration or detail for not alot at sales in the mall and at Target to go wtih these items. Then I can toss out most of the clothes I have that I do not wear regularly or with any joy. Maybe then my closet will not be full and I will not stand infront of it stricken with over filled closet blindness shaking my fists at the popcorn covered ceiling yelling, "oh why is there nothing to wear in here!"
If only I could go shopping for shoes to go with these things and not find myself constantly drifting in the direction of the closest pair of red patent mary janes, for then I will have reached the top of the soho mountain of fashion. After that I can disapear into the west.
Yes, friends, I bought a 2005 Scion xB in polar white. It has already be outfitted with many custom features from the previous owner and the dealership. I find myself searching high and low on the internet to find more custom add-ons. Things as common and practical as a lugage rack and cargo net, to things as useless and vain as interior lighting effects.
I have already fallen for the ludite anit-new Scion xB propaganda, with it's generic curves and larger mass appeal interior panneling. I am very happy about my box on wheels. It has a sence of style generally lacking in modern cars. I think that the general lack of style, designing cars to be more and more generic, is why people are so keen on collecting cars from previous eras. Not to say that they wouldn't anyway based on some sort of nostalgia, but they never discuss their new car unless it is above whatever they consider to be a high price point. Even then it is rare that anyone mentions their daily driver after the first two weeks of ownership. I hope that even four weeks from now I walk outside and think to myself, "Damn, that is a sweet ride."
I need to get the insurance fixed so that I am infact paying for it, because for some reason the insurance when I picked up the cars had my fathers name on it instead of mine. I have this feeling that minus the group rate for our veritible fleet of commercial and personal vehicles the rate is going to be higher and I am going to be sad.
Lately I have also felt the urge to purge my closet and re-design my wardrobe as it were. This is something I feel the need to do almost every season, and I kinda feel like part of the reason for that is that I've never really jumped off the deep end with it. I complain in great detail very often about feeling like I'm in a rut, and new clothes and hobbies may only be a magic feather to make me feel as if I can move on, but I am lacking greatly in clothing that can be worn both to work and casually. In an attempt to be money savy about it, I am ofcourse going to be making most of these items. I figure that a couple of pencil skirts in dark denim and twill, and a couple of more fall dresses, and a jacket will suffice for now. I can buy shirts that have little to decoration or detail for not alot at sales in the mall and at Target to go wtih these items. Then I can toss out most of the clothes I have that I do not wear regularly or with any joy. Maybe then my closet will not be full and I will not stand infront of it stricken with over filled closet blindness shaking my fists at the popcorn covered ceiling yelling, "oh why is there nothing to wear in here!"
If only I could go shopping for shoes to go with these things and not find myself constantly drifting in the direction of the closest pair of red patent mary janes, for then I will have reached the top of the soho mountain of fashion. After that I can disapear into the west.