In the past few weeks I have had some ups* and some serious downs. I'm trying to get past the downs, but it is going to take a long time.
* - A part of me wishes I were going to a school that wasn't just a graduate school, particularly one with an American college football team, because of how bad my undergraduate alma mater's football team has been since I left. I guess I can get worked up about rowing or something.
My sister's boyfriend can be a bit macho for me - he has a weird relationship with violence, which I don't like, and sometimes his enthusiasm for cars seems to be coming from the same place as his affection for my sister. He is still into the whole "potency myth" - the most, the fastest, etc - the quantifiable is what matters. I grew out of that a while ago. You can only really go 80 or 90 mph without reliably getting a ticket and nobody is hauling 3 tons worth of gravel everywhere they go. Style does matter. I'm biased, as I am related to the Studebakers, but my 2 of my favorite cars just on their shape and style are the Studebaker Golden Hawk (the 56s more than the 57s - the tailfins got a bit extreme) and the 1955 Speedster (this one is nice). Today's cars should be less depressing looking.
