Never wanted to dance with nobody that cool...
Any minute now the hipsters are going to turn up on my mental post-apocalyptic wasteland with their fixy bikes and Cath Kidson thermoses and I'm going to have to blow them to kingdom come with a Big Fuckoff Gun. Nonetheless, these pictures are awesome and encapsulate all that I find beautiful and fascinating about Amerika:
http://blogs.denverpost.com/captured/2011/02/07/captured-the-ruins-of-detroit/2672/
(Incidentally, I've always hated the way FB shits all over any links you copy from it, leaving dirty little FB spoors behind. Now I additionally really hate the way it allows people to "like" my new friendships. Shudder.)
That also reminded me of one of my favourite Bowie songs, and my favourite version thereof:
Which reminds me of weemadharold, who was always my biggest Bowie ally and is still AWOL :(
It also helps me clear another blob from the bum.txt file. I've been feeling increasingly at home in Bristol this year as I've made friends and got to know it. It's only taken a decade :P Part of it is watching my own particular small town creep closer from being a dormitory town into being an exurb. I like that term. It used to be a mining village. It is Barstow to Bristol's San Fran. But now it's kind of absorbed onto the edge of the connurbation. I like the fringes at the other end of Bristol, too. For a while back in the Spring I seemed to spend all my time on the A37. It's like frontierland down there, the weird strung out little functional bits of Amerika you find, which fascintate me more than the homogenity of the cities. Cities *do* have their own characters, but nowadays they also seem to have been shrinkwrapped in a vanilla coating of bland.
I even have a fondness for Bradley Stoke. Wouldn't want to live there, but it does supply a kind of no man's land to buffer me against the hipsters. Although I feel they make make an inroad through Downend.
http://blogs.denverpost.com/captured/2011/02/07/captured-the-ruins-of-detroit/2672/
(Incidentally, I've always hated the way FB shits all over any links you copy from it, leaving dirty little FB spoors behind. Now I additionally really hate the way it allows people to "like" my new friendships. Shudder.)
That also reminded me of one of my favourite Bowie songs, and my favourite version thereof:
Click to viewWhich reminds me of weemadharold, who was always my biggest Bowie ally and is still AWOL :(
It also helps me clear another blob from the bum.txt file. I've been feeling increasingly at home in Bristol this year as I've made friends and got to know it. It's only taken a decade :P Part of it is watching my own particular small town creep closer from being a dormitory town into being an exurb. I like that term. It used to be a mining village. It is Barstow to Bristol's San Fran. But now it's kind of absorbed onto the edge of the connurbation. I like the fringes at the other end of Bristol, too. For a while back in the Spring I seemed to spend all my time on the A37. It's like frontierland down there, the weird strung out little functional bits of Amerika you find, which fascintate me more than the homogenity of the cities. Cities *do* have their own characters, but nowadays they also seem to have been shrinkwrapped in a vanilla coating of bland.
I even have a fondness for Bradley Stoke. Wouldn't want to live there, but it does supply a kind of no man's land to buffer me against the hipsters. Although I feel they make make an inroad through Downend.