Congratulations Italy on winning the most mediocre mundial ever. Mediocre teams, mediocre games, mediocre goals, mediocre legends. Shining above the rest or making the least amount of mistakes? Hard to say. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that there is a team more deserving then Italy, but something about it was ugly. It made me, at least, wonder about what it takes to win these days. In the meantime, salute the 2006 world champs.

Are we at the age of praising mediocrity? It takes a lot less time and most people don’t notice until it’s too late anyway. When we echo each other’s “get out there fast and imperfect” mantra, what exactly are we after?

Human culture used to admire perfection. Especially with Arts or Craftsmanship. It’s that basic instinct that took as to next level each time. THAT made us admire Michelangelo, Da Vinci, Mozart. These days we train ourselves to go against this very instinct very often, trading excellence for timing and presence, classy for contemporary, art for pop.

So here is a funny reminder of what imperfection can yield. Symbolically, this example also comes from Italy. Then again, fine style covers up in retrospect. Let’s hope the current tolerance towards “ok quality” isn’t tilting our building.