What more can I say about MGM but that it is a game changer, and not just a game changer but a life changer. Since the development opened in August we’ve spent time on the property every weekend but one; at the movies, playing games in the arcade, listening to live music, or just resting
Check this out: It’s the Salesforce Transit Center(!) in San Francisco. In August Jim Kunstler gave it his “Eyesore of the Month” award calling it a fitting tribute to Internet Narcissism Central. As if on cue the center was shut down and will be only partially reopened because of cracks in 2 of its enormous
Maple Street and Main Street are both well built out with buildings conforming to the traditional development pattern of walkable urban environments. The only gap on Maple Street is the parking lot where this central structure used to be: And on Main Street where various building were lost to the 2011 tornado: Davenport has sketched
The suburbs, at least in their American Post War iteration sow the seeds of confusion in terms of our ability to comprehend the differences which have traditionally existed between the urban and the rural. This is not a moral argument, it is a pragmatic one, but if one believes in the onward and upward narrative
An interesting discussion has been taking place at Strong Towns about whether or not the public wants drastic change; for me there are a tremendous number of right answers to this question, all of which contain some truth and many of which seem contradictory. Do people in suburbia want to change the way they live?
One recommendation for preparing for any future discontinuity in the culture or the economy is to collapse now and avoid the rush. My neighborhood involuntarily did just that and so it sometimes provides living breathing examples of the things preppers warn people about. Our largest peach tree ripens at about the same time every year
I could not go so far as to say that I’ve never tried to keep up with the Joneses, but my unorthodox lifestyle choices have always given me the upper hand in that my rules for the game in which we were competing were always different and subject to immediate change. By me. When you’ve
Taking the time to become expert at most things is a waste of time. The hundreds or thousands of hours spent learning to make the finest quiche, the very best table leg, or the perfect free throw would probably be better spent getting kinda good at a dozen other things. Case in point: Everything we
From time to time I’m reminded of how unrepentant certain purveyors and apologists of modernism are regarding their role in the destruction of our cities. On the website “CityLab” one particular specialist in “design and architecture” (sic) writes about the magnificence of particular mid-century atrocities thrust upon Buffalo, New York in praise of such soul
It was always the incremental autonomy of urbanity which drew me to the city. I was amazed that a bicycle, and later a bus could expand my world so completely. I had grown up nominally in a city, but surrounded by woods. I explored them compartmentally. We, which is to say “kids” did just play