Next up...do you know what a pocket park is? Well, it's a little space in the midst of an urban (city) area that has grass and maybe a tree or two and a couple of park benches. I've heard that there are quite a few of these in places like New York city. I guess it's a nice thing to have in the middle of the urban jungle.
Anyway, part of my hour long commute to work, is through the ghetto. I don't just mean an area that's run down either. I mean that at least 1/2 the houses are boarded up and/or for sale. There have been murders on this street. It's bad. But I commute down this street with hundreds and hundreds of other people so I don't feel unsafe. It just so happens that there are a couple "pocket parks" in the ghetto. Spaces that were formerly occupied by homes torn down by the city. I guess some misguided politician thought it was a good thing to do but honestly, they're just a hang out for the thugs in the neighborhood. (Hold on, I'm going somewhere with this story, be patient.) There are also a couple community gardens along this stretch of my commute. The neighborhood did these on their own. And they take care of them too. And they didn't need some misguided politician to tell them they should. OK, here's the stupid crap part - apparently the city has taken notice of the neighborhoods successful little community gardens. ruh roh. This morning on my way in I noticed a small billboard type of sign, on small plop of land formerly occupied by a condemned house, that said, and I'm not kidding, "Urban Agriculture." I can't wait till Spring to see which gardens will be better!
My last stupid crap item is personal. Let's talk about the difference on Mars and Venus, when you're sick. On Venus, you typically suck it up and muddle through - or if you're really sick, you hole up in your room until you feel like a human being again. On Mars, you whine and cry and bitch and moan, ad nauseam, about how shitty you feel, for a week. That's some stupid crap right there! Oy.
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