Went to the dentist this morning. Normal checkup and cleaning, but she had also wanted to replace an old (1979) filling in my front teeth. Long appointment, and boy have the procedures for what used to be called a "porcelain" filling grown complicated. I have to say, it's totally invisible. But even the older one wasn't very obvious except under black light.
Getting there was awful. Every time I go, the traffic seems to get worse. The construction in summer is always bad too, but when the detours have construction and additional detours on them you know things are out of control. Then came the freight train crossing... I was late but fortunately not so late that they couldn't still fit me in.
What really got to me this time was the obvious loss of green open spaces. It used to be that a good half of the trip was through farms and forest. That was just ten years ago. Now I hit vast wastelands of strip malls and six lane highways before a third of the trip is done. Places that I remember as beautiful forest and meadow with ponds and small rivers are all subdivisions now, packed with oversized houses on tiny lots, all house and no land. Typically all the houses look alike, or at most, half are mirror images of the other half. All are painted the same color, with the same color roof. Forty years ago Malvina Reynolds sang about the "Little Boxes, On the Hillside, Little Boxes made of Ticky Tacky..."
Bless you, Malvina, things haven't changed. Why anyone would want to live in a place where all the houses look alike and if the numbers fell off the doors you couldn't tell which one was yours, well, I simply can't understand.
Getting there was awful. Every time I go, the traffic seems to get worse. The construction in summer is always bad too, but when the detours have construction and additional detours on them you know things are out of control. Then came the freight train crossing... I was late but fortunately not so late that they couldn't still fit me in.
What really got to me this time was the obvious loss of green open spaces. It used to be that a good half of the trip was through farms and forest. That was just ten years ago. Now I hit vast wastelands of strip malls and six lane highways before a third of the trip is done. Places that I remember as beautiful forest and meadow with ponds and small rivers are all subdivisions now, packed with oversized houses on tiny lots, all house and no land. Typically all the houses look alike, or at most, half are mirror images of the other half. All are painted the same color, with the same color roof. Forty years ago Malvina Reynolds sang about the "Little Boxes, On the Hillside, Little Boxes made of Ticky Tacky..."
Bless you, Malvina, things haven't changed. Why anyone would want to live in a place where all the houses look alike and if the numbers fell off the doors you couldn't tell which one was yours, well, I simply can't understand.
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Date: 2009-06-19 02:19 am (UTC)About the loss of green space... yeah. It's sad. I shake my head a lot about it.
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Date: 2009-06-19 02:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-19 03:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-19 03:20 am (UTC)Also known today as the theme to the sitcom Weeds.
Well, you have to expect expansion with all the new people being born every day. True, they could be more creative and environmentally aware when they do so... Well, not all places expand in this way. Portland, Oregon has a "build up, not out" policy, for instance.
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Date: 2009-06-19 06:51 am (UTC)But they're all built with different details. So it's street after street of bungalows, but they don't look like they are all the same.
And they're not ticky-tacky. Brick.
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Date: 2009-06-19 10:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-19 10:56 am (UTC)Here they have what they call "covenants" that you have to sign in order to buy the house. Over the last 30 years or so, those covenant agreements have grown more and more complex. They set rigid limits to what can be done to affect the appearance of your property. Often the permitted color of paint and even the kinds of plants are specified in great detail. No visible antennas may be installed. Fences may be prohibited or limited to one design and color, and even the kinds of outdoor furniture my be restricted. Some even have rules that forbid leaving a car visible on the drive, saying it must be parked in the garage with the doors shut. The grass must be kept below a certain length. Hoses and sprinklers may not be left visible, etc. etc.
It's like a kindergarten nightmare, only these rules have the force of law. Courts continue to uphold them as valid, and the "homeowner associations" are allowed to impose fines and penalties for violations. After 20 years, these places look exactly the way they did when they were built: tacky, unimaginative, and stiff as cardboard.
Usually there isn't enough space between the buildings to allow any substantial trees to grow. Even ornamental flowering shrubs or small trees like crabapples may be restricted because they "shed litter on the pavement" or blossom in "garish colors."
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Date: 2009-06-19 11:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-19 11:04 am (UTC)The original community about which Reynolds wrote that song was Daly City, near San Francisco. Some of her commentary is less valid today, but much of it is also more true than ever.
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Date: 2009-06-19 11:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-19 11:11 am (UTC)The thing that particularly irritates me is that these houses are called "estates" yet they have no land at all. Often there is only six or eight feet between the houses, and the houses are flimsy balloons of cheap material, inflated into 4000 or more square feet of floor space but with walls so thin that the heating bills in winter will be murderous.
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Date: 2009-06-19 11:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-19 12:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-19 01:00 pm (UTC)If I buy a house I shall plant what I want in the garden, have cars in the drive and paint the house how I want to.
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Date: 2009-06-19 05:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-19 05:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 12:49 pm (UTC)You would not believe the news story we had here recently where corruption reared it's ugly head within an HoA. This one family rose to power, enacated maintenance fees which caused each homeowner to owe thousands of dollars immediately and then they evicted those that did not pay. I have no idea how it all turned out but I hope several people went to jail over it.