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Standing outside the exit, you could easily pick out those who just saw Babel...they were the ones who weren't laughing, weren't smiling, weren't talking.  They were the ones hollowed in contemplation.  What they were thinking?  Not sure...maybe they couldn't think anymore...thinking about that which is unthinkable is, well, unthinkable in itself.  I was one of these people.  After seeing a small Moroccan boy masturbate (indirectly), a desperate Japanese deaf girl make a pass at being deflowered, the eyes and emotions of a helpless husband whose wife had been shot, and the frantic search for nothing by an illegal Mexican immigrant-nanny to the United States...all I could say was "...it's art...it's art that you either love, hate, or hate and love at the same time."

Besides the multi-culti flick, Babel, my eating habits today reflected the same...my extremely late "brunch" (about 1:30pm) consisted of Padh Thai noodles.  Dinner was at the Olive Tree, rated the best restraurant in the Williamsport area, where the one and only cook, Sophia, personalized my Gyro to be more similar to my beloved Döner.  I had a small slice of Baklava in-restaurant, but brought home a Jalapeno-Dark Chocolate Pastry Log - that is waiting for me in the refrigerator.

How I feel my generation will differ from past generations...I feel we will not be stuck in a semi-persistent time period in which we grew up, carrying 80% of our mindset, music, fashions, etc. and only acquiring 20% of the fads of future generations.  My reasons for this belief can be explained simply - we have been raised to change, to adapt, to use - use the internet, youtube, cell phones, all things that we deem, now, indespensible.  The thing that these all have in common? - that would be the exchange of information, the means of communication and media, and huge fads, trends, and necessities.  Because we have grown alongside such societal staples, it is unforseeable to me the discontinuation of such growth.