i hate steam punk

just as much as i hate all the circus nonsense and Seed magazine. I hate it because i thought of it first, and i hate it even more because the last clause is entirely untrue and i only wish i had thought of it first. i may only have muttered it in repetition when someone else said it, but it was* before it showed up on the new york times trends page. Sure i read all of Blake, Lewis Carroll, Romantic mysticism and acquire much of my morality from South Asian culture that absorbed British 19th century prudery wholesale. But maybe i only talked alot about the Victorians more than actually converting my ipod into a brass steam engine. le sigh. When did stodgy ideas from dusty books become so much less sexy than design? Clearly, long ago, while i was not paying attention. i feel so disempowered.