“I arrived at [Thomas] Kinkade’s Village [at Hiddenbrooke, a subdivision “inspired” by his paintings] expecting to be appalled by a horror show of treacly Cotswold kitsch; I was even more horrified by its absence… no matter how gauzy Kinkade’s vision, there is no question that the current suburban aesthetic makes us want it — bad.” Janelle Brown in Salon.com
Cheap
After I brushed him off, a beggar on Dearborn called me “you cheap Chinese.” How should someone respond to that? (Besides “fuck you, you lazy-ass racist,” my coarse, off-the-cuff response.) It’s frankly hard to give a damn about poor people when even a few are so appallingly abusive. Sure, I give money to the food bank and Red Cross, but beggars don’t care. (One even told me so, saying “well, you didn’t give me any money.”) And, of course, why did my race get singled out for ridicule? The veneer of “proxy white privilege” can be awfully thin sometimes…
Populism
From today’s Times: “Somehow, the visual arts have resisted the American democratic impulse to recreate Europe’s loftiest traditions as vernacular entertainments. Here, the opera became the musical, and ballet the Ice Capades. The didactic sermons of Jonathan Edwards are now op-ed pieces. The high art tradition of cinema, mainly a French confection, survives in the ghetto of college film courses, having been overwhelmed by the popularity of Billy Wilders and Steven Spielbergs.”
Oh, I get to be a Republican judge of election on Tuesday. How exciting!
16 March 2002 Fed up with “dog nuisance”? Try the Poop Flag on your next walk around town. Self-righteous yet cheeky, strident yet meek. I don’t quite know how to react to this form of civil disobedience.
Oh, it’s Spring Pledge Drive over at BEZ. I’m not holding up very well even after only a few days without NPR. Next time, I’ll be sure to renew during pledge drive instead of by mail, what with the wonderful contests and all.
Nonsense security
“At the John Hancock Center, handbags are carefully scrutinized in the lobby, but cars are admitted to the adjacent parking lot with barely a second look… Let’s turn our lobbies back into public spaces. Let’s stop scaring the daylights out of people and stop telling people that they’re coming to work in a dangerous place.” Developer and building manager J. Paul Beitler on ill-advised security measures taken at downtown office buildings since September. Making someone sign in before getting into an elevator won’t stop a dedicated thief or assassin, and cafe bombings in Jerusalem notwithstanding, automobiles generally pose a greater security risk than pedestrians or bicyclists. So why scrutinize backpacks but not trunks?
Big city community
From an interview with Naomi Wolf in the Jan/Feb Utne Reader: “Large cities can be really wonderful and community-based places to raise children, partly because you are away from the tyranny of automobiles. I love that in this city kids can run in and out of stores where they know the storekeepers, and they see a wide variety of people on the street… I found that the suburban environment is especially isolating for women and the children they care for.”
chicken shacks
And from an old Straight Dope: “the most baffling corporate numbering scheme in American business today, namely Harold’s Chicken Shack… there are a half dozen unnumbered chicken shacks, all presumably vying for the honor of number 1, followed by numbers 2, 6, 7, 8, 9, 13, 14B, 15, 18, 19, 20, 24, 26, 27, 29, 35, 50, 51, 53, 55, 58, 65, and 71. Noting the numerous lacunae in this scheme, one wonders: Is there an unusually high attrition rate in the chicken shack business (the south side is, after all, the baddest part of town), or did Harold just lose track?” Apparently, the franchisees don’t have a very good success rate: one source says that there once were more Chicken Shacks, and that numbers seem to be retired with the Shack in question.
$B everywhere
This is mildly frightening: someone’s visited 83% of the Starbucks in North America, and photographed all of them. On the one hand, it’s somewhat neat to see all the diverse urban environments of North America, but it’s equally disconcerting to see them all stamped with that tidy green logo. Eeeech. At least $bux hasn’t turned to “shrieking dance squads” to sell coffee. Yet.
8 March 2002
Something I missed on yesterday’s ride into work: a chicken crossing the road, namely LaSalle Blvd. in River North. Strange.
7 March 2002
Well, golly gee, that‘s what my life has been missing all this time. Thank you, Alliance for Automobile Manufacturers, for pointing out that People Need SUVs.
Also: new Bookmarks.
So that’s why
1. “Well, I’m a ditzy liberal who believes in social freedoms and religious relativism!” And that’s why Johnny joined the Taliban. 2. chaos in Congo, mass murder in Indonesia, the rape of Amazonia — all troubles rooted in the rubber trade, which began with the pneumatic tires made for… bicycles! 3. Good news? Secondhand smoke is no worse for you than everyday air pollution. How reassuring.
Merritt; anarchists
Oh my! Today’s Times Magazine has a profile of everyone’s favorite hyper-literate pop engima, Stephin Merritt. Salon has a story on anti-corporate anarchist riots reimagined as video game — but is that really any more political than a shoot-em-up about, say, the military or the police? Or are we so used to reinforcing the right-wing status quo that any glorification of leftist “soldiers” seems strange?