Wow, look at all of these farks I don't give!

You mean people don't have expendable cash to blow on a frivolous hunk of glass? I'll probably not be able to make it through the day because of that.

Risky.

<i>"The young folks don't want it. Same thing with silver. There's a different attitude. Every year we're getting further away from the Victorian love of clutter, quality or not."</i>

Maybe it has something to do with the price of silver. You can get an entire set of decent stainless flatware for less than the price of a single setting of silver.

Mrs Clam and I inherited several sets of silver. It's nice to use, but there's no way in hell we would ever spend that kind of money for them.

#whitepeopleproblems

the_chief: Risky.

Wow, it really took 6 posts. Farking amateurs

Time of your life, huh kid?...

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Waterford, I believe.

This whole thread feels kind of Steuben.

The dream is always the same: instead of going home, I go to the neighbors'. I ring, but nobody answers. The door is open, so I go inside. I'm looking around for the people, but nobody seems to be there. And then I hear the shower running, so I go upstairs to see what's what. Then I see her; this... girl, this incredible girl. I mean, what she's doing there? I don't know, because she doesn't live there, but it's a dream, so I go with it.

"Who's there?" she says.

"Joel," I say.

"What are you doing here?"

"I don't know what I'm doing here; what are *you* doing here?"

"I'm taking a shower," she says.

Then I give her: "You want me to go?"

"No," she says; "I want you to wash my back."

So now, I'm gettin' enthusiastic about this dream. So I go to her, but she's hard to find through all the steam and stuff; I keep losing her. Finally I get to the door... and I... find myself in a room full of kids taking their college boards. I'm over three hours late; I've got two minutes to take the whole test. I've... just made a terrible mistake. I'll never get to college. My life is ruined.

I remember going to the Corning factory as a kid and being in awe seeing these pieces in the showroom. No photo does justice to the clarity of the glass and the way it catches the light. It's an art form, like sculpture or painting, but sad to see it disappearing because no one appreciates the value of it any more.

/gonna buy a piece while I can

And even with a going out of business sale I still can't afford to get anything.

Irked face.

pxsteel: the_chief: Risky.

Wow, it really took 6 posts. Farking amateurs

Actually, it took only two.
Guido the killer pimp FTW

pxsteel: the_chief: Risky.

Wow, it really took 6 posts. Farking amateurs

I believe it only took two posts. Just that one decided to go a different direction.

'Time of your life, eh kid?'

/guido, the killer pimp

Mom always said not to play ball in the house.

"I must be, because it looks like you just destroyed my Steuben bar set."

Crystal?

It's amazing stuff. But people just don't collect such things anymore. Maybe we fail generationally to appreciate beauty that's not faux or derivative.

Was a time when Steuben glass was a marker of firm upper middle class achievement and those pieces would adorn the bookcases and shelves of Victorian wannabes. Now, people think Target is campy chic and you can buy polished stainless flatware for a fraction of the price. We've come so far technologically, yet we've also descended steadily as a culture. Global leveling, maybe. Folks don't know derivative from the real thing.

/Grew up in the Corning, N.Y., area.
//Attended and graduated from Corning Community College.
///No Victorian houses around here. Pathetic cultural rot is rotten.

Fear the Clam: <i>"The young folks don't want it. Same thing with silver. There's a different attitude. Every year we're getting further away from the Victorian love of clutter, quality or not."</i>

Maybe it has something to do with the price of silver. You can get an entire set of decent stainless flatware for less than the price of a single setting of silver.

Mrs Clam and I inherited several sets of silver. It's nice to use, but there's no way in hell we would ever spend that kind of money for them.

I've had a few dinners with the protocol officer for Lockheed Martin. I'm sure she understands, but doesn't appreciate my discussion regarding the importance for being aware of, but not beholden to 'just because' traditions.

So much of what exists for the rules of dining is a useless throwback to the Victorian attempts to out rules lawyer the other party. Like so much that came from Britain, it's nonsensical mimicry of the royals and lords.

I can handle myself at a state dinner, but some of these people need to realize the irony of adhereing to out dated practices which were only adopted in the first place as an attempt to be trendy.

The younger generations prefer functional glass art.

http://images.wikia.com/archer/images/8/88/Steuben.png

No links to the subway scene from 'Risky Business'? I leave disappointed and off to the Googles.

I'll keep collecting Mats Jonasson crystal, thanks.

He has started adding color to his pieces, and straying from wildlife in favor of simpler designs though, so now I'm pretty much limited to EBay.

My dad worked for Steuben until he quit to become a successful self-employed artist, so I'm getting a kick out of these responses.

HotIgneous Intruder:
/Grew up in the Corning, N.Y., area.
//Attended and graduated from Corning Community College.
///No Victorian houses around here. Pathetic cultural rot is rotten.

When'd you graduate? Corning East, '97 here.

LazarusLong42: pxsteel: the_chief: Risky.

Wow, it really took 6 posts. Farking amateurs

I believe it only took two posts. Just that one decided to go a different direction.

Well, considering the article mentions Risky Business in the first sentence, I wouldn't have expected people to come in here and say, "Hai, risky business". But, I would be wrong.

TheWizard: So much of what exists for the rules of dining is a useless throwback to the Victorian attempts to out rules lawyer the other party. Like so much that came from Britain, it's nonsensical mimicry of the royals and lords.

I can handle myself at a state dinner, but some of these people need to realize the irony of adhereing to out dated practices which were only adopted in the first place as an attempt to be trendy.

It's not a Victorian construct; every society has rules about table manners (cf. The Rituals of Dinner by Margaret Visser).

It's not class warfare or snobbery to know manners. On the contrary, manners are a set of rules or scripts that everyone can follow and feel at ease knowing that they're doing the right thing. If your parents neglected to teach you what to when confronted with multiple knives and forks you can either argue that such knowledge is outdated and elitist snobbery, or you can spend fifteen minutes and learn it.

It's not as though table manners are difficult or only used in special situations--the concept of not eating with one's mouth open and taking off one's prole cap inside applies at home as well as eating with the president.

shakenasababy: My dad worked for Steuben until he quit to become a successful self-employed artist, so I'm getting a kick out of these responses.

HotIgneous Intruder:
/Grew up in the Corning, N.Y., area.
//Attended and graduated from Corning Community College.
///No Victorian houses around here. Pathetic cultural rot is rotten.

When'd you graduate? Corning East, '97 here.

CCC class of 1990. I've got family in Elmira. Old stomping grounds, etc.

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I'll keep collecting Mats Jonasson crystal, thanks.

He has started adding color to his pieces, and straying from wildlife in favor of simpler designs though, so now I'm pretty much limited to EBay.

HOW do they do that? Get those animals inside the glass? Amazing...

Ohhhh - the artsy-fartsy thing!

davidv:


How is she ever going to replace the set Sterling broke now?

/spot me for the artsy fartsy thing?

I know my folks have some pieces the ygot from her parents. They are pretty nice Im still afraid to touch them to this day

StreetlightInTheGhetto: hat adorns my shelves = art from local artists, some of whom I'm friends with.

THIS.

I'll support local, independent artists and galleries before I spend my hard-earned money on some overpriced crap that's only valuable because of the name on the label.

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Leaving satisfied.

Guido promises it wasn't his fault.

What, you don't believe him?