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This site is a member of WebRing. To browse visit here. Thursday, November 25, 2004 Don't make fun of Mother Nature! People who know that my work takes me into inner-city neighborhoods sometimes ask, "But aren't you afraid to go into places like that?" No, I'm not. The question irritates me, in fact, and I don't make that clear as often as I should. People live in those neighborhoods. To ask whether I'm afraid implies a degree of judgment about those people that I don't want my friends to have. Am I in danger from some crazy who doesn't care why I'm there and might shoot the first person who comes into his sights? Sure. And if you think insane behavior doesn't happen anywhere else, just take a drive down the nearest interstate. In any case, the dangerous neighborhoods aren't all in the inner cities. Yesterday afternoon I went out to a location not an hour from home. The mapping software showed a network of county-maintained back roads, none of which looked from the map as though they would be preferable to any other. So I clicked on "Driving Directions," something I don't normally do, and followed the instructions. Let me say that I won't do that again. If I'm not sure of the best way to reach a destination, I'll call and ask for directions. The asphalt changed to gravel, not exactly unexpected, but then the gravel changed to dirt—more specifically, to mud. Still not really a problem, though, in a four-wheel-drive Jeep. The "road" was now little more than a single-lane track, the rain was coming down harder, and there was no place to turn around. I was halfway down a steep hill when I realized I had gotten to a point where I couldn't even safely back up. So I went forward, down steep hairpin turns with a ditch on one side and a 200-foot drop off on the other, and the heavy downpour washing out the edge of the road, waiting for the rear end of the Jeep to break loose in the slick mud and start a skid from which there was no room to recover. Long story short, I eventually made it to the end, whereupon the track became a road again, a paved road not half a mile from my destination. The owner was standing out in front, the rain having finally stopped, and when he saw what direction I had come from, he paled and demanded, "You didn't come over the mountain in this weather, did you? That's not a safe road!" No shit. I'll take the inner-city neighborhood any day. posted by Liz @ 3:03 PM | The template is set to display 10 posts. To see all the posts for this month, click on the month name in the Archive section RSS Feed PERSONAL Send email toliz at life-as-a-spectator-sport.com Home I'm a mother, grandmother, a computer professional, Democrat, Christian. I welcome politely worded comments and email, my spam filter throws the rest away, so don't bother to flame me WHY 'LIFE AS A SPECTATOR SPORT' "If you're lucky not to live in the gutters of a slum, but still can't afford to take vacations in the Alps, you're part of that enormous middle class who lives life through the medium of the television, further separated from "real" life by air conditioner, by automobile, by dishwasher, microwave and ice-in-the-door refrigerator, by automatic washer and dryer, and all the other appliances and conveniences that make it possible for America to live life at second hand. I'm not sure why Americans decided that televised drama was better than the real thing, that cardboard microwave food containers were an adequate substitute for real dishes, and their contents for real food, or that cooking, dishwashing and face-to-face conversation wasn't worth the effort and time it required. Someone fed this nation a plastic crate of out-of-season tomatoes and told us it was life and we took them at their word, and we're so much the poorer for it that it's hard to know where to start to list the shortcomings." I wrote this a couple of years ago, but I have to admit it's much less amusing than I thought it would be to see the artifical construct falling apart. 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People who know that my work takes me into inner-city neighborhoods sometimes ask, "But aren't you afraid to go into places like that?" No, I'm not. The question irritates me, in fact, and I don't make that clear as often as I should. People live in those neighborhoods. To ask whether I'm afraid implies a degree of judgment about those people that I don't want my friends to have. Am I in danger from some crazy who doesn't care why I'm there and might shoot the first person who comes into his sights? Sure. And if you think insane behavior doesn't happen anywhere else, just take a drive down the nearest interstate. In any case, the dangerous neighborhoods aren't all in the inner cities. Yesterday afternoon I went out to a location not an hour from home. The mapping software showed a network of county-maintained back roads, none of which looked from the map as though they would be preferable to any other. So I clicked on "Driving Directions," something I don't normally do, and followed the instructions. Let me say that I won't do that again. If I'm not sure of the best way to reach a destination, I'll call and ask for directions. The asphalt changed to gravel, not exactly unexpected, but then the gravel changed to dirt—more specifically, to mud. Still not really a problem, though, in a four-wheel-drive Jeep. The "road" was now little more than a single-lane track, the rain was coming down harder, and there was no place to turn around. I was halfway down a steep hill when I realized I had gotten to a point where I couldn't even safely back up. So I went forward, down steep hairpin turns with a ditch on one side and a 200-foot drop off on the other, and the heavy downpour washing out the edge of the road, waiting for the rear end of the Jeep to break loose in the slick mud and start a skid from which there was no room to recover. Long story short, I eventually made it to the end, whereupon the track became a road again, a paved road not half a mile from my destination. The owner was standing out in front, the rain having finally stopped, and when he saw what direction I had come from, he paled and demanded, "You didn't come over the mountain in this weather, did you? That's not a safe road!" No shit. I'll take the inner-city neighborhood any day.
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WHY 'LIFE AS A SPECTATOR SPORT'
"If you're lucky not to live in the gutters of a slum, but still can't afford to take vacations in the Alps, you're part of that enormous middle class who lives life through the medium of the television, further separated from "real" life by air conditioner, by automobile, by dishwasher, microwave and ice-in-the-door refrigerator, by automatic washer and dryer, and all the other appliances and conveniences that make it possible for America to live life at second hand. I'm not sure why Americans decided that televised drama was better than the real thing, that cardboard microwave food containers were an adequate substitute for real dishes, and their contents for real food, or that cooking, dishwashing and face-to-face conversation wasn't worth the effort and time it required. Someone fed this nation a plastic crate of out-of-season tomatoes and told us it was life and we took them at their word, and we're so much the poorer for it that it's hard to know where to start to list the shortcomings." I wrote this a couple of years ago, but I have to admit it's much less amusing than I thought it would be to see the artifical construct falling apart.
THE NON-ELECTRIC HOME
Cleaning, 1 Cleaning, 2 Cleaning, 3
KNITTING BLOGS
Extravayarnza Knitting Heretic Mind of Winter Pie Knits Persistent Illusion See Eunny Knit The Keyboard Biologist Taleweaver's Ramblings TECHnitting Wendy Knits
FINISHED PROJECTS
SELF-RELIANCE AND THE FUTURE
POLITICAL BLOGS and SITES
BOOKS I'M READING
How to Grow More Vegetables, etc. Small Scale Grain Raising
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