Showing posts with label CRUMBLING INFRASTRUCTURE. Show all posts
Showing posts with label CRUMBLING INFRASTRUCTURE. Show all posts

Friday, April 16, 2010

POSTCARDS FROM A BOMBED-OUT SHIT-HOLE

So today I volunteered to accompany Ex-Roomie to Gary, Indiana. Easily the shittiest 'hood I've ever been in. Had I known what an industrial wasteland that place is (and I had an idea but wasn't prepared for it to be worse off than Detroit or East St. Louis) I would have worn my steel toed/heeled boots and perhaps brought my new bike helmet.

That's an old hotel, located in the historic downtown quarter, converted to apartments and frequented by crack heads. I gave a quarter to some guy asking me why in the hell I'm taking pictures of this old place. I answered that same question 3 times in the space of 2 minutes.

That modest dwelling you see there? None other than Michael Fuckin' Jackson was raised there! Along with his less famous siblings. The place is even smaller in real life. Note all the comments left on the street sign.

This cracked out former hotel isn't even boarded up, nor fenced off. More images would have been taken by me, had it not been for the presence of many, many people burning holes through me/getting eye-fucked. I was also legitimately concerned I would step on a used hypodermic needle.

The Casket Showroom...I assumed it was once a lounge of some sort, but it used to be exactly what it's name is (next to a Church). By this point many of the street people noted ourpresence, and I had to piss like whoa...but didn't have the nerve to do so in an alley.

Urban blight like none other I've ever seen or experienced. This is a shot looking north towards the old steel mill(s). Vacant lots abound in amazing quantity, especially right near the formerly thriving city center.

Indiana limestone son! There were at least 7 or 8 crumbling churches of various denominations. This one was notable for being totally and completely hollowed out, a gorgeous architectural work of art left to decay before it's time. Such a shame. Note the trees growing from inside.

PS - Today is the first time since early June of last year that I properly left the city limits. NYC/Fire Island then...Gary, IN now. Quite the contrast, to say the least.

Friday, September 11, 2009

SHOULD CHICAGO GET THE 2016 OLYMPICS?

This morning I read yet another in the seemingly endless news reports regarding the possibility of Chicago being awarded the 2016 Summer Olympic Games. Apparently Obama has made no plans no attend the conference in Copenhagen next month to make a final push to bring the games to his adopted hometown. This is either confidence on his part, that it's all but a done deal, although I like to think he has more pressing concerns at the moment. That being said, the heads of state for the other candidates, Madrid, Rio and Tokyo will be present.

Despite the incessant local media coverage, which focuses almost exclusively on the financial aspect of putting on the games (and rightfully so), the 2016 Olympic bid doesn't seem that major of a topic of discussion amongst ordinary Chicagoans; to wit, my friends and I rarely discuss the possibility. And when it does become a topic of discussion, audible groans emanate from anyone within earshot. This reluctance is the result of many factors, of which I will discuss in a moment.

The fact remains, we shall learn of our fate in no less than 20 days, October 2, to be exact. And assuming we get them...2016 might seem like a long way aways, but really, IT'S ONLY 6 YEARS. If I was to take the temperature of Chicagoans, and I won't pretend to, but if I had to guess, it seems most people have resigned themselves to the probability that we will get them.

Now, under most circumstances, being awarded perhaps the most prestigious events, one that puts it's host city on a world stage, would seem like an unqualified windfall - providing benefits both tangible (i.e. economic) and not (i.e. pride). People in the far corners of the world will suddenly learn how to pronounce the word "Chicago", and that's pretty dope. Overall it's a massive boner of an ego boast.

All that being said, if you asked me right now if I, as a resident of Chicago want the 2016 Games, my answer would be easy: NO FUCKIN' WAY! Here's why...

-$$$
Our infamous Overload, I mean, Mayor Richard J. Daley likes to make statements like "tax money isn't paying for it". He also suspects the games will make money for the city. We eat a lot of his shit, but how he was able to say that in front of reports and news cameras, with a straight face...boggles my tiny mind. Give me a fucking break. Every time Daley wants to build something GRAND, the city taxpayers always ends up getting raped in the ear to help pay for the "unintended" cost over runs. In fact, the city council just gave Daley a "blank check".

-CONSTRUCTION
From an economic perspective this can be viewed as a tremendous benefit, as it will certainly create a lot of jobs. And that's great - and I'll be happy to dig a ditch or pour concrete (or really anything short of prostitution at this point). But can you imagine what a CLUSTER-FUCK this city would become? The amount of work that would have to take place to get ready, in only 6 years will effectively hold us residents hostage, not to mention people that visit here. Ultimately, there will be positive, and much needed improvements to our infrastructure will be made. But pushing 20+ years of projects into a 6 year time frame...DISASTER a la Cloverfield.

-TRAFFIC
They call this the "City That Works", in fact, that robust slogan used to be painted on the sides of every CTA rail car back in the 70's/80's. It's was a farce then and is now. Ever traveled on the Kennedy Expressway, from O'Hare to Downtown on a Friday afternoon? Case in point. If you think traveling 15 miles should take in excess of hour, well, have I got a city for you! The Red Line trains at Rush Hour? Dear Lord. My point is, if they expect to cram a few more million visitors into a city that barely transports the people that are already here, well, that's going to take a lot of work (see above).

-CORRUPTION/POLITICS
For all the reasons listed above, the 2016 Games will provide ever so many ways for our city, county and state politicians to line their pockets. I imagine that every night any local politician's head hits their pillow, they fall asleep licking their lips and wake up with raging hard-ons thinking of the fat fucking golden goose about to be deposited into their laps. And the real estate developers will make prohibition gangsters look like pussies.

-DISTRACTION
Far and way, this is my principal concern. Don't get me wrong, in spite of all it's faults I love the ever living shit out of this city. But I worry that all the planning and resources needed to get the Games of the ground will come at the expense of things that obviously need dire attention. The schools, crime, health care, etc are all kinds of fucked up. What happens if the city diverts the majority of their police/fire presence from the wards the Games? What would that mean for the rest of us that actually live here?

-SECOND CITY STATUS
It should be irrelevant at this point, but there are still some traces of "Second-City-Itis", which is the feeling that no matter how great of a city Chicago is, it isn't nor ever will be as great as New York City. I'd like to think this is an illness common among the monied set, but I fear it is shared by those that grew up here and then fled "for greener pastures". Pssssh. It's true that Chicago is no New York City, but that's what I like about Chicago. The Games are not going to thrust us ahead of NYC, no matter how hard Daley tries. It's a fools errand.

If I was a professional handicapper (and I'm anything but, nor am I a betting man) I'd say Chicago is neck in neck with Rio. No way would they hold the games in Madrid so soon after London has them in 2012. And seeing as Beijing just had them, I doubt they would give 2016 to Tokyo. If memory serves they have never held the games in South America, right? So maybe Rio has a slight edge. I dunno.

What I do know, is that when and if we get the 2016 Games, I am getting the FUCK outta' Dodge and going camping in Northern Wisconsin for a few weeks. Maybe I can rent out my place to tourists at a wildly inflated sum! Hmmm...maybe I'm coming around after all.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

IT'S HARD OUT HERE FOR A PIPE

INT: 6 FEET BELOW MONTROSE AVE ON THE NORTH SIDE OF CHICAGO


OLD ASS PIPE: Aw, goodgoddamn, look at me! I'm all washed up and shit. Been carrying water for these people for the better part of 100 years. Don't I deserve a break? Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit. Hate January, 'specially dis one, is all cold and shit then warm and shit then colder than Martha Stewart serving ice tea on a Tuesday, I be contracting and expanding like a mothafuckah! For realz! But an ol' man get no break in this town. Nuh-uh! No sir....they been workin' me 24/7/365 since that Teddy Roosevelt fool hold office. My back be achin', my bones be weary, my, my...my God! What is that noise!?!

BURBLEBURBLEBURBLEBURBLE....GLUGGLUGGLUG

OLD ASS PIPE: Aw, hell no! SHIIIIIIIIITTTT!!!!

OLD ASS PIPE: Looks like I got that "break" I been lookin' for...FHAAAUUUUCKMEEEEE...look at what I done did! Made a damn fine mess of MYself!

OLD ASS PIPE: 'Ey, you there, stop staring my by broke ass! Ain't you got a backhoe or some shit! "Dis embarassing yo! Fix this shit. [thinks for a moment] Shiiiiit, that right, you a UNION boy! UGH! Fuck this shit - git someone else to carry yo water. I'm out like a, um, like a, turn-of-the-century cast iron pipe or some shit...

CODA: I am really glad I don't live in Ravenswood proper. What a mess!