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Cool, cloudy Friday in Minneapolis. 
carterwdick:

Cool, cloudy Friday in Minneapolis. 
carterwdick:

Cool, cloudy Friday in Minneapolis. 
carterwdick:

Cool, cloudy Friday in Minneapolis. 
carterwdick:

Cool, cloudy Friday in Minneapolis. 
carterwdick:

Cool, cloudy Friday in Minneapolis. 
carterwdick:

Cool, cloudy Friday in Minneapolis. 
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Cool, cloudy Friday in Minneapolis. 

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Cool, cloudy Friday in Minneapolis. 

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Night wanderings. #sfpier #ferrybuilding #baybridge Night wanderings. #sfpier #ferrybuilding #baybridge Night wanderings. #sfpier #ferrybuilding #baybridge

Night wanderings. #sfpier #ferrybuilding #baybridge

Punishment for good times.  #badurbanism #brutalist #tailgate #Athletics #OaklandColiseum Punishment for good times.  #badurbanism #brutalist #tailgate #Athletics #OaklandColiseum Punishment for good times.  #badurbanism #brutalist #tailgate #Athletics #OaklandColiseum Punishment for good times.  #badurbanism #brutalist #tailgate #Athletics #OaklandColiseum Punishment for good times.  #badurbanism #brutalist #tailgate #Athletics #OaklandColiseum Punishment for good times.  #badurbanism #brutalist #tailgate #Athletics #OaklandColiseum

Punishment for good times.  #badurbanism #brutalist #tailgate #Athletics #OaklandColiseum

Minneapolis a-changin’ Minneapolis a-changin’ Minneapolis a-changin’ Minneapolis a-changin’

Minneapolis a-changin’

Treatise on Suburbanites

They come to our streets in air conditioned tanks, spinning hours around the block finding the right spot to place their tank into park.  And they spill out, at first with trepidation and fear but eventually curiosity and amazement bewilder their senses.  “How can this be! A real city!” The colors, the smells, the shapes, the organic food and the chai lattes, they all undo the false prophecies in their head about how their lives should be perfectly shaped.  

They eat their gourmet dinners in hypocrisy, for as soon as sun begins to set, the fear returns. The urbanity of urbanism rakes at their minds, it pushes them back into their sheltered lives physically and figuratively. Return to the tank! And at once, they snuggle up into air conditioned leather or heated seats or DVD players and set off in fervor to the nearest on-ramp to steal away to a government subsidized single-family plot that once was fertile farm land that grew their organic crops.

These are the outsiders who carry dangerous politics and ideals, conditioned by their brethren of corporate stature. Pay as little taxes to gain the most fruits of life — on someone else’s dime.  They seek the city as momentary pleasure but only find pain for it challenges their preconceptions, the taste of truth, of vitality in urbanity, overwhelms them. They fear their plots of land which have no gardens or trees might actually be vain wasted space. They fear their lives might not be perfect where they are.

Old Bay Bridge dismantlement Old Bay Bridge dismantlement

Old Bay Bridge dismantlement

Why did they even bother… Why did they even bother…

Why did they even bother…

Watching the Minneapolis Green Line going over the Washington Avenue Bridge.

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Retail Ghosts of Brooklyn Center (Big Box)
1. Circuit City 2. Best Buy 3. Kmart 4. Office Max

The future is now. stuffaboutminneapolis:

Retail Ghosts of Brooklyn Center (Big Box)
1. Circuit City 2. Best Buy 3. Kmart 4. Office Max

The future is now. stuffaboutminneapolis:

Retail Ghosts of Brooklyn Center (Big Box)
1. Circuit City 2. Best Buy 3. Kmart 4. Office Max

The future is now. stuffaboutminneapolis:

Retail Ghosts of Brooklyn Center (Big Box)
1. Circuit City 2. Best Buy 3. Kmart 4. Office Max

The future is now.

stuffaboutminneapolis:

Retail Ghosts of Brooklyn Center (Big Box)

1. Circuit City
2. Best Buy
3. Kmart
4. Office Max

The future is now.

The Journey Starts

I think of how Jane Jacobs speaks of cities as economic powerhouses, drawing in the hinterland like a construction claw draws dirt to reshape the physical and metaphysical region.  The Nation might be thought of as islands of glittering lightbulbs, with darkness between them.  Perhaps we as the workers are the ions and lumens which power this light.  But eventually we too fire between the bulbs. So too I launch from one region to another.  

The Freeway Era certainly has given way to a fifth era, perhaps the Technology Jetliner Era - an era that transports our knowledge great distances across the globe but still requires the physical global transportation.  You wake in New York but sleep in Shanghai all the while brokering deals back and forth.  On a smaller scale I too wake in the Heartland and sleep on the West Coast.  The rails and freeways which guide me to the departure airport, take me away from the destination airport.  And so begins only one leg of a journey which looks at the consciousness of Person and City.