Don't just let that thought simmer. Expunge it with a comment.
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I was listening to a podcast with designer Massimo Vignelli. He said the most interesting thing. He said when you are designing, always look at the essence of things, not at their appearance. Appearance is something that wanes, it’s like fashion.
I am Italian born, grew up in Australia on a diet of American culture and English Literature.
To me Italians have an unnerving honesty about them when they speak.
The Americans always make everything sound like they have just read a book on the subject; but there’s little emotional depth to the comments.
The English always want to portray that somewhere on the planet they still rule the world, but if they can find a carpet, they just may sweep everything under it before anyone looks too deeply into things.
If I look at myself, I am made up of all three. Funny isn’t it? I don’t know why. In many ways I wish I was more honest and raw in my comments. I wish I had the outlandish optimism and confidence of Americans. And yet somewhere deep inside I yearn for the quiet reserve of the English.
Damn!
citizenjoe has been around for quite a long time and when I say he has been around, I mean he has been around. He likes writing and enjoys hanging out with this motley bunch of characters.
Lionel Gherkin is a sad sack with good reason, the poor bastard. You can read why in 
Along for the ride is Shelby Wright. Shelby is ahighly respected and well-to-do-man-about-town. He is the group's cultural attache; its conscience but not really its heart. 
And let's not forget Brenda Spoon. The lovely of the group. She a humourous bone that'll grab you like a meat hook and then tenderise like a piece of steak. People tell me she's hilarious; and who knows, one day I may even laugh at them.