Cafe Talk: Boring Times

Well, some are bright, some are educated and some simply grow older. Since I turned 38, I've caught on some of the latter too.
So I think I can now even physically measure what is called progress. Seeing the amount of change during the past twenty, I'm not that optimistic about the next twenty years. In a qualitative sense, you may as well disregard what was said as wise ones have their doubts here too.
Anyway, what do books say of this?
I remember Gadamer saying tradition is as active an attempt as revolution and that this mix of old and new is best anyone can expect. "More is preserved than anyone thinks etc. etc."
I also grotesquely remember Krleza describing progress as a 3D thing: into the silly, into the stupid, into the messy - among other things.
Just yesterday I reread Auge that I need for my opening talk show and found out once again all our talk is actually there to force sense into things that are otherwise just too chaotic.
And then Oscar the charming of course exclaimed "Oh, why was I born with such contemporaries!" - but he also passed judgments on women and was a total failure.
Gandhi was a bit more optimistic. (Regimes always fall. Think about it: always.)
However, I am loath to see the amount of old surviving in both my cultures. The new is mostly technical. For example, my new government is now online, mostly babbling and still not listening. Next, I expect them to bow down their tail any day now before banks, mobile operators and - your government, among others.
Ah, to be bold! If there only were not for the Connecticut Yankee which clearly shows Hank Morgan's attempt. "Maro, bring once more the same!" We'll hope for one on the house.