Monthly Archive for March, 2002

Visitors

Romo the homo is stay­ing with me till tomor­row, (and he’s got all kinds of stage and cur­tain draw­ings all over my coffee table), and spanky and his girl are get­ting here tonight. I don’t know where to put all these good people.

Boston as a Blueprint

The new Plan­ning news feed at the right of this page is already reap­ing inter­est­ing rewards — among the inter­est­ing links, an arti­cle that dis­cusses Boston and it’s neigh­bor­hoods. Mayor Menino has made neighborhood-​based com­mer­cial devel­op­ment a pri­or­ity over the past decade or so, and it’s just the kind of thing that makes eco­nomic sense. In award­ing grants to indi­vid­ual small busi­ness owners, (most of which is fed­eral money anyway), for little improve­ments such as new store facades, Boston has cul­ti­vated a neigh­bor­hood approach to devel­op­ment. Occa­sion­ally, big “urban-renewal” projects, such as the new Ritz-​Carlton mon­stros­ity in Chi­na­town, do get built, but usu­ally they include some kind of mixed-​use, (even if that mixed-​use is upscale in this very working-​class neighborhood).

It’s never been a very sexy thing to talk about, but the suc­cesses of this pro­gram can’t be ignored, and many cities are start­ing to emu­late Menino. Buf­falo is trying to cul­ti­vate this, through the cre­ation and encour­age­ment of city neigh­bor­hoods such as the “Pan-Am District” around Elm­wood Ave in North Buf­falo. Even pri­vate col­lege cam­puses such as Can­i­sius are con­tribut­ing to the qual­ity of their sur­round­ing neigh­bor­hoods by pro­vid­ing low-​interest mort­gages to pro­fes­sors and staff, to encour­age them to live near the schools. Now, answer me this: Why is the major state school, SUNY at Buf­falo, located in Amherst (not buffalo)?

What Buffalo Was, and What it Should Be

Note to Junk-Mailers: Make it Pretty

I just got a piece of junk-​mail from ‘Vine­yard Chris­t­ian Fel­low­ship of Cam­bridge‘, and it’s the most attrac­tive piece of junk-​mail i’ve ever received. Also, it’s prob­a­bly the best church web­site i’ve ever seen (sci­en­tol­ogy doesn’t count as a ‘church’, per se).

Tokyo Wilma

Getting ready for the show. Pres­ley is crimp­ing her hair, and wear­ing boots up to her yin. Can’t wait. I have a Mini-​Disc Recorder. Now where do I get a decent mic?

Bishop Coverup

God damn, the priest scan­dal is out of con­trol here in Boston. Both the NY Times-​owned Globe, and the NY Post-​like Herald have writ­ten Edi­to­ri­als demand­ing that Car­di­nal Law step down.

I can’t believe that Car­di­nal Law is going to last many more weeks.

So, you’re an 80 year-​old mother of 11, and former Catholic school teacher… What hap­pens when you write a letter to your bishop, demand­ing an expla­na­tion for why he cov­ered up a child-pornographer-priest? You get yelled at:

Archbishop’s letter to Jeanne Bast

Dear Ms. Bast,

I am sur­prised that a woman your age and with your back­ground would write such a neg­a­tive letter in the sec­u­lar press against me with­out any pre­vi­ous dia­logue. You should be ashamed of your­self! At least you should have reviewed my state­ment regard­ing Father All­gaier and checked the facts before making such a statement.

The Church has enough trou­ble defend­ing her­self against non-​Catholic attacks with­out having to con­tend with dis­loyal Catholics.

For your penance you say one Hail Mary for me.

I am sin­cerely yours in Christ,
Most Rev­erend Elden Fran­cis Cur­tiss
Arch­bishop of Omaha

Is it any wonder people don’t find spir­i­tu­al­ity in orga­nized reli­gion? This asi­nine shit?

Memo to: Bishop Cur­tiss, cc: the Pope

Wake UP! it’s time for another Ref­or­ma­tion. No more kiss­ing rings and dress­ing up in pink robes. No more of this ‘infallibility’ bull­shit. If a priest touches you, he is being incred­i­bly fal­li­ble. God, I feel so bad for the major­ity of good priests. Still, there is a cul­ture of secrecy and hier­ar­chy, and it’s time for it to end. it’s time to rethink the celibacy require­ment, and maybe it’s time to give women more of an oppor­tu­nity to lead, spiritually.

This is still an incred­i­bly medieval insti­tu­tion, which is fuck­ing depress­ing to me. Think of that. There were popes in the 9th and 10th cen­tury who had wives and chil­dren. Shit was fucked up then.

Jane Jacobs Changed My Life… or, Modernists Should Die

What makes a good neigh­bor­hood? I’ve started read­ing every­thing I can get my hands on regard­ing urban plan­ning and issues sur­round­ing sprawl, and I think it’s so inspir­ing that Jane Jacobs had it all fig­ured out in 1961. I think it would not be mag­nan­i­mous to say that she saved Green­wich Vil­lage from becom­ing another Robert Moses high­way. Check out this dis­cus­sion about Jane’s life and the state of urban plan­ning. (Real Audio)

As a designer, I’ve always loved mod­ernist design — it’s big, it’s human­ist in the sense that it is utopian and egal­i­tar­ian, and it shows off our won­der­ful tech­nol­ogy. Look at Empire Plaza in Albany, NY, and you can’t help but think that we are capa­ble of amaz­ing things. How­ever, this HUGE plaza is mostly use­less, except on sunny days during noon and 1pm, when work­ers might stroll out­side for fresh air. Nev­er­mind that there aren’t any delis or con­ve­nience stores within a 5 minute walk. Also, think of a place like this in the evening, or at night. Dead. I’ve been there! Prob­a­bly unsafe. But the 19th cen­tury State Capi­tol is won­der­ful, and human-​scaled. One might imag­ine shops or restau­rants on the sur­round­ing streets. It’s dig­ni­fied, and worthy of a civic build­ing. I think our post-60s mis­trust of gov­ern­ment makes us think that spend­ing the money and time to build last­ing mon­u­ments to public life is some­how waste­ful or bad. Albany Dan’s own neigh­bor­hood (not far from Empire Plaza) is a tes­ta­ment to How We Used to Do Things. It’s a mish­mash of income levels and uses. It’s won­der­ful too.

Urban renewal is a fuck­ing sham. No news there. Look at Boston’s own place of civic activ­ity, city hall. Mod­ernist archi­tects can argue all they want about the ‘greatness’ of build­ings and plazas like this, but I doubt anyone but a few intel­lec­tu­als actu­ally appre­ci­ate it as such. (Myself included) It flies in the face of hun­dreds of years of prece­dent and exper­tise, and yet we call it ‘brilliant’. Listen to the architect’s own words:

“Kallmann: ‘We dis­trust and have reacted against an archi­tec­ture that is absolute, unin­volved and abstract. We have moved towards an archi­tec­ture that is spe­cific and con­crete, involv­ing itself with the social and geo­graphic con­text, the pro­gram, and meth­ods of con­struc­tion, in order to pro­duce a build­ing that exists strongly and irrev­o­ca­bly, rather than an uncom­mit­ted abstract struc­ture that could be any place and, there­fore, like modern man’ with­out iden­tity or presence.”

Does the build­ing and plaza create a good urban space? nope. The lan­guage itself is specif­i­cally crafted to sound unin­tel­li­gi­ble, and to ele­vate the archi­tect to the status of some Ayn Ran­dian demi-​God. Even the weird geom­e­try of the plaza is psy­cho­log­i­cally unset­tling, not to men­tion what I feel from the build­ing itself. There is some­thing pro­foundly anti-​social in a build­ing that is set back from the street so far with that much brick. The ‘style’, (if the mod­ernists let you call it that), is Bru­tal­ist Modern, for christ’s sake.

When Emo Hits Hawaii, You Know it’s Everywhere

I don’t know if I quite get emo kids, but I try. It’s kinda fas­ci­nat­ing how much the word ‘emo’ has pen­e­trated into our cul­tural dia­logue, yet so many people can’t agree on what ‘emo’ actu­ally stands for. I mean, by some accounts, straight emo music is dead. What hap­pens when some­one decides to label Weezer, a very suc­cess­ful melodic rock band, emo? Or when very good bands, try des­per­ately to attach them­selves to the emerg­ing bandwagon?

And yet, it affects cul­ture — in music and style. It’s hard to ignore the real­ity that the Gap last fall looked more like a retail punk rock glam store than the usual bland pastel plaid shirts and acid-​wash jeans store. Maybe I have an urban bias here, but it seems to me that no one wants to dress like fred dirst. Don’t dis­miss that obser­va­tion as obvi­ous — it’s not obvi­ous given the dom­i­nance of the Limp in the music scene of the past few years (is Creed still number 1?!). But, even the Gap has moved on. Even Hon­olulu has Emo kids now. I’m sure Peoria and Duluth do too. Isn’t that odd?

Mouse

my entry for the GROSS-A-THON con­test involves a decom­pos­ing rodent. (check the comments)

Neu CDs

Albany Dan and I walked around a lot this week­end. Sat­ur­day we spent in Prov­i­dence, taking an impro­vised archi­tec­ture tour, and look­ing in book­shops and cafes.

Today we spent in the Back Bay taking photos of his grandmother’s dorm room from 1938, on Com­mon­wealth Ave, and also man­aged to squeeze into new­bury comics where I bought Summer Teeth by Wilco, and then I found a Stere­o­lab boot­leg at Smash City Records. I’ve bought bootlegs at this record store since ’96… how come no one has called them on it? PLEEEASE don’t. but I can’t believe some elek­tra exec hasn’t wan­dered in there and spot­ted them. the cds are $15, but I used to pay like $10 for cas­sette tapes back then. and they’re totally just ordi­nary TDK audio tapes. well, money well spent I always say.

there is some­thing beau­ti­fully cere­bral about stere­o­lab – they’ve gotten me through 50-page papers, all-​night pho­to­shop­ping, 60-minute T (subway) rides, and god knows what else. For some reason they allow for both hyper-​focus, and zoned-​out dream­ing. What a glo­ri­ous noise. Which reminds me, we had tick­ets to see them in 2000 (or was it 99?), and we couldn’t go because I had a nasty research paper on 19th c. russ­ian lit due…. which, of course, I had put off to the last minute.


I’m look­ing on E-bay for those high-​quality tour posters they’re known for – so if any­body knows where I can find some, do tell.

Also, we talked to 666 tonight by tele­phone, and she was as vivid and charm­ing as ever. I heart her and I may even heart her more once I get more acquainted with this Wilco Album.

Remember the Real World New

Remember the Real World New Orleans? I don’t either. I think I remem­ber Melissa, the strip­ping alco­holic though. she was fun.

Hi Again.

hi again.