When I went to visit my 88-year old uncle down in Florida, he asked me, “which do you prefer, function or aesthetics?” I said, “aesthetics, of course.” He told me that he himself, too, prefers aesthetics, as he continued working on a small canvas set upon a table in the living room, dipping his brushes in and out of the cans of latex paint. I marveled at the beautiful, solid wood floors gleaming my reflection back to me. He said his housekeeper, Julie, gets very upset with him as she has the task of cleaning the spilled paint up off of the floor.