Showing posts with label city. Show all posts
Showing posts with label city. Show all posts

Thursday, January 07, 2010

suburban america and the alien



A bike path along the Pacific Ocean, Santa Monica, Ca.

Well, I'm back in California after 3 weeks of Midwestern Suburban America over the holidays with family.

In many ways there are the obvious differences between life in the Midwest and on the West Coast. But many of the similarities of Suburban American life, for better or worse, are still shared. If you think about it, Los Angeles really is a "great big freeway", as Burt Bacharach's song, Do You Know The Way To San Jose, pretty much lays it out.




If you lived in, say, Decatur, IL or San Rafael just north of San Francisco, it's no different from L.A. You still largely rely on your car for work, errands, and recreation. The drive-in restaurant may have been [arguably] invented by an Englishman, but the very concept of it and its practice exploded in America during the span of the 20th century, a phenomenon no other culture in the world ever truly took part in. The history of the drive-in (whether restaurant, theater, or road trip) is the history of the culture of cars in American life.

Since I live just 15 minutes away by train from downtown L.A. I have some of the benefits of city life intermingling with the comforts of suburban life, although my home is also in what is technically a city. I kind of love that.

But as with living in the suburbs, things here for the most part aren't 24 hours, 7 days a week, like it is in New York City or Chicago or Houston. The light rail train stops operating just before midnight. A cab ride from Union Station downtown to the corner from my building costs about $25 (including tip). I can't be entirely spontaneous here the way I used to be when I lived in my little studio flat by the lake in Chicago. Spontaneity granted me some of the most memorable moments in my life. You really do need to plan things ahead of time when you live in the suburbs, and you plan them around your car, which is virtually impossible if you don't have a car.

It's a trade-off. Suburban living gives immense comfort, at the expense of spontaneity. City life offers incredible spontaneity at the expense of spaciousness and quietude. Having lived in both places and experiencing their pros and cons, it's interesting that I've settled into a compromise between both at this phase in my life.

But I still plan on spending the rest of my life in the city. I love the culture, the spontaneity, the collision, the infusion, and the inclusion of diversity, the menu dripping with an obscene amount of choices and variety in all of life's appointments.



Saturday, February 21, 2009

shake it, baby





San Francisco Identifies Buildings Most at Risk | New York Times

SAN FRANCISCO — The picturesque Victorians and brightly painted apartment buildings where thousands of city residents live and work are especially vulnerable during earthquakes, according to a report issued Friday by the San Francisco Department of Building Inspection.

The report said that an earthquake with a magnitude of 7.2 or higher could render unlivable as many as 85 percent of the city’s “soft-story” apartment buildings — those that are less structurally sound because their ground floors are open space, often used as retail stores or garages. At least 65,000 people live and work in the 2,800 most vulnerable buildings studied in the report.

T
his is the city I want to end up in for pretty much the rest of my life. I grew up in Chicago and have a lifetime of beautiful memories from there. I used to want to live and work in the fashion industry in New York when I graduated from The Art Institute Of Chicago; that was back in the late 80s and I've since left the industry so New York means little to me today, at least in terms of career.

For me San Francisco represents a return to art making and is an inspiration for writing and for living richly and meaningfully.

As for the earthquakes, I must be philosophical about it. We all have a limited time in this existence, but to live each day paralyzed in fear of disaster and death is to live as if already dead. And how productive and good is that?



^ Yeah, I know, corny mushy touristy video. But still, how can I say no to this?


The best we can do is prepare for certain emergencies but still experience our lives, enjoy our lives, and prosper of ourselves in defiance of any fears we may hold. Practically, this would naturally mean searching for a home that isn't as susceptible to earthquakes as those older buildings, keeping track of where to go in such an emergency, and keeping supplies stashed for when things happen, and knowing exactly what to do in the moment.

In the end, it isn't death that I'm afraid of. What I'm afraid of is not having truly lived.


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the shaking | a space alien