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Waiting for Elon
Elon, dear Elon
When will it arrive?
Will you please tell me
When is my test drive?

You sent me a text
There’s been a delay
My Tesla is coming
But just not today

I longed for the X
I pined for the S
The 3 is more my speed
It costs a lot less

I believe in the future
(You wouldn’t have lied)
But it never gets here
Nor does my new ride

And where is that hyperloop?
I want flying cars!
Teleportation
And a mission to Mars!

Monorails, jetpacks
Androids and robots!
Love the computer, but
Is that all that you gots?

Elon, please hear me
How long must I wait?
My patience is fizzling
The future is late!
Hoot Couture
It’s hard to ignore fashion, even though I try. Everywhere, the forces of innovation are pushing the boundaries of clothing design, looking for the next big breakthrough. Those creations effect the environment that all of us live in, keeping it in constant flux. Even though I don’t personally practice the apparel arts myself, I endorse such efforts.

Let them have at it, I say. What people choose to wear is strictly their own business, and there are plenty of fashion mistakes that need to be cycled out of existence. My open, accepting attitude, however, does not prevent me from commenting on any cultural trend that violates standards of common sense, decency, or egregious butt-ugliness. It is under this exception that I address the ill-conceived shirt/thing called “Untuckit.”

I confess that I have never seen an Untuckit in real life. The TV commercials, most of them featuring the shirt’s creator Chris Riccobono, are so far the only place I have witnessed them. Mr. Riccobono testifies in the ads that his design is meant to fill a great void in mens’ clothing: the need for a shirt meant to be worn untucked. In fact, Chris reveals that this garment is the realization of his lifelong dream of solving this knotty riddle.

He shouldn’t have bothered. If you haven’t seen the ads or the in-person version, let me say that the shirts look dorky, dopey…even doofusy. Chris himself models them in the initial ad campaign, walking (as is apparently required these days in all advertising) in slow motion through the streets of New York. The slow motion, along with Chris’ own middle-aged pear shape, only heightens the impression of dorklitude.

His complaint about normal shirts — and the engine of his passion — is that they are too long to be worn untucked. But his, by contrast, is too short. Worse, most of the Untuckit examples are button-down, further compounding his folly with a useless trend that has somehow managed to hang on. It looks like a dickie with a hormone imbalance.

In any case, I could have told Mr. Riccobono that there are already plenty of no-tuck shirts on the market, all of them better-looking than his sad gear. The Hawaiian shirt, the camp shirt, and the bowling shirt are all good exemplars, and none of them comes with a button down collar. I wear mine regularly, and I see them worn on the street to good effect by other men. As I say, I have never seen an Untuckit in the wild. I see the ads, I browse the website, I watch revealing interviews of its creator online, but for all I know these garments are strictly a figment of the media.

I do not mean to say that the Untickit shirt is a stupid idea. No, wait a minute. I guess I am saying that. But I have no wish undermine Mr. Riccobono’s push toward fashion immortality. In fact, I applaud his daring and entrepreneurial drive. It’s his taste and godawful business sense that I quarrel with.

And maybe, just maybe, he will somehow succeed after all. Who knows? People might embrace this new getup and grant it a place in our ever-changing fashion firmament. Maybe. If not, I wish him a soft landing in his cataclysmic fall. If he survives, I hope he keeps at it. There’s always room in fashion for new ideas, especially stupid ones.
Straight vs. Curvy
I have been imagining a faceoff between two historic figures. I see them down in the pit, vying for dominance, and only one can come out alive.

FiguratIvely speaking, that is. It wouldn't be a fight to the death, exactly. More like a no-holds-barred build-off. Frank Lloyd Wright vs. Antonin Gaudi for the title of Best Architect of the twentieth century.

The weapons at their disposal would include conceptual daring, soundness of engineering, breakthrough ideas, use of new materials, evocation of and blending with nature, management of space, practicality, and beauty. Some might see this as a contest between art nouveau and modernism, but both men went beyond the narrow boundaries of those categories. Each created a style and a vision uniquely his own.

I should mention that Wright has always been a favorite of mine. His designs and thinking inspired, in a small way, the design of my own modest home, and when I'm in a bookstore, I am always drawn to the architecture section so that I might take a moment to page through any books they have about his work. But that was then. I am in Barcelona now and fresh off visits to Parc Guell, Casa Batllo, and Gaudi's still-unfinished masterpiece, the Sagrada Familia.

Sorry, Frank. You are a worthy contender, but It's Antonin in a first-round TKO.
Fated
Tiled faces
Gazing west
Over the jacarandas
Beyond the boats
To the wide
Dark sea

Longing
Caught between
Loss and hope
Is that a distant sail?
DeGama
Returning
At last
With spice
And new dominion?

Or only
The ghost
Of a different fate
That we will
Never see
Or know?
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