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Dollar store tikis are a wonderful thing.

My week is all about teaching myself Flash and PHP for a project I’m working on, a couple of years after everyone else in the world did so. That should mean that all my questions have already been answered online by now, right?

Alas, I fear there’s no answer for my other question du jour. My G5 apparently doesn’t like being in an enclosed space like the CPU cabinet in my new desk. Even with the door open — which I had to do because it’s also too big for the CPU cabinet in my new desk — the fan is still running almost constantly once it heats up and I fear for its body temperature when it’s getting a real workout.

That’s what I get for having a really hot computer, huh?

Sorry.

Randomly Monday Again

And what kind of liver should you be? Why, the best damned liver you’re capable of being, by gosh.

I promise I’ll be ending this unplanned sabbatical very soon. Not that you probably care whether I do so or not, but there is birthday present solicitation to consider.

And, by the way, who knew that my birthday is also National Duran Duran Appreciation Day? I sure didn’t until I heard it on the radio coming back from Charlotte this evening. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I think I’m slightly more pleased by the fact that I share a birthday with Rosanna Arquette.

Happiness Is…

Happiness is:

  • Having a Target gift card and a $5.00 off grand opening coupon on the day that the first Animaniacs DVD is released.
  • Finding out that the expensive bathroom repair you were dreading is actually a really easy and cheap fix.
  • Hearing “Ah Leah” by Donnie Iris on the surprisingly inoffensive local radio station that you find yourself listening to in the car lately.
  • Seeing a classic movie in a 1927 movie palace, even if you are sitting next to a stupid, drunk middle-aged couple who are louder and ruder than most teenagers.
  • Having one of those breakthrough moments when you realize that all this PHP stuff is actually starting to make sense.

On the other hand, ambivalence is realizing that, after years of consciously avoiding it, I’m about to become a member of the ranks of Americans with cell phones. It seems a necessary evil, now that I’m in a place where I spend so much more time in my car than on foot. Not, mind you, that I’ll be conversing while driving. Heck, I rarely even converse on my land line; I can’t imagine that a cell phone will suddenly alter my distaste for telephone conversations in general. No, I just like the idea of being able to call AAA when needed.

Don’t worry, though. I still don’t do instant messaging. And while the new house does have a doorbell, you can’t hear it from the den.

Essays

As long as I’m completing long-unfinished essays that may piss people off today, I might as well go ahead with this one too. I think most of my regulars will recognize that this is not a rant against people with HIV, but one against certain institutions that seem to believe HIV is the only devastating disease on the planet these days.

While I’m at it, I’ve decided upon re-reading it that this one is ready to go to as well. I present for your perusal The Big Urban Essay.

Yes, I’ve been busy today. There’s even new content over at Groceteria.

The Big Urban Essay

To many urban planners — and assorted admirers thereof — the term “urban” is synonymous with “density” and “pedestrian- and transit-oriented”. Unfortunately, their analysis of what is and is not urban too often stops there. Which is unfortunate.

While many urban places are indeed very dense and pedestrian-oriented, and while these are often very desirable characteristics, I would argue that the only true and valid definition of “urban” is “variety”. By that, I mean a variety of people, of building types and ages and uses, of foods and other goods, of income levels, and of texture.

Without variety, you don’t have anything even remotely urban.

Cities are not planned. They are chaotic living organisms which prefer to grow in certain unencumbered organic patterns. Like plants, if they are over-trimmed, or repeatedly pruned into unnatural shapes, they will eventually either die or (at best) lose any natural appeal.

If a city is willing to bulldoze an area and rebuild it from scratch according to a well-conceived master plan, and is given enough money, much of it coming from the government in the form of tax breaks and other incentives, then creating a lively urban atmosphere from scratch is not difficult at all.

It’s impossible.

Far too many planners, both professional and “armchair”, have the mistaken notion that “increased density” is some sort of cure-all for ever imaginable urban ill. This is particularly common in sunbelt cities like Charlotte and Anaheim and Orlando, which want desperately to be perceived as “urban”, but prefer not to have old and unsightly areas near downtown. It’s a new version of the same old mentality that brought us “urban renewal” in the 1950s and 1960s. It didn’t work then, and it doesn’t work now.

The mere fact that a suburban-style shopping center is built with a more compact footprint in an inner-city location (and perhaps with some overpriced housing above it) does not make for an urban development. It makes only for a slightly denser suburban development on slightly more expensive land.

Conversely, a road packed with dowdy old shopping centers from the 1950s and 1960s which now house “unsightly” tacquerias, thrift stores, ethnic groceries, and furniture outlets is not anti-urban at all. In fact, such an area is in my view considerably more urban than a sterile stucco-clad Best Buy or Target with a few condos tastefully arranged around a central courtyard.

Yet cities around the country invariably prefer the former to the latter.

The old shopping center district is considered “blighted”, despite the fact that nearly every storefront is occupied by a revenue-producing, tax-paying business. It is far better public policy, the city decides, to offer subsidies to developers who will bring in chain retailers to serve the…ahem…general public, as long as they will do so according to a set of transit-oriented design principles foisted onto a city that will never be truly transit-friendly.

The new urbanist dream development must, by definition, be more “urban” because it has no parking lot in front and because the buildings reach all the way to the lot line, right? Never mind that none of the stores have entrances or even windows facing the sidewalk — nor that the sidewalk goes no farther than the end of the shopping center to begin with. Never mind that the “variety” of the center is limited to a choice between Whole Foods or Dean & Delucca. And, of course, never mind how many locally-owned businesses may have been displaced by this (usually subsidized) developer’s wet dream.

Urban is variety. You cannot have variety in a massive new development that is all built at one time. It just doesn’t work; the economics aren’t there. Start-ups can’t afford the rent. Even existing businesses often can’t afford to “trade up”. Besides, almost all of these developments aim at “upscale” shoppers and residents; “chains” in this case doesn’t mean Dollar Tree or Check Into Cash.

Variety requires the occasional old and unsightly building. Jane Jacobs recognized this nearly fifty years ago and most cities still haven’t caught up. There need to be new buildings too, of course, lest a creeping paralysis set in. But wholesale revitalization and reconstruction just doesn’t work. It never has. It never will.

Turn of the century planner Daniel Hudson Burnham was famous for saying “make no small plans.” He was wrong. The mantra of planners and urbanists should be “make no large plans.” Large plans destroy variety, which eliminates urbanity and kills cities.

Large-scale “historic preservation” schemes are almost as bad. They limit variety both physically, by limiting any variation in building appearances to one specific period in the past, and economically, through gentrification and disallowing certain businesses which might spoil “the mood”. Those buildings which are insufficiently decorative or happen to have been built in the wrong decade are deemed unworthy of preservation despite the fact that they may well have contributed more to the history and culture of the area than dozens of other “cuter” buildings that are spared.

I’m not against cute little pedestrian-friendly streetscapes. In fact, I’m very much in favor of them. But you can’t build them from scratch, no matter how hard you try. They must evolve over time. And by insisting on massive, overplanned “infill” developments, cities eliminate most of the possibility of that ever happening. Here’s a hint: if it involves tearing down several blocks of occupied buildings, it ain’t infill.

It’s the very same “urban renewal” mindset that, in the 1950s, destroyed many of the very streetcar strips which would seem such attractive pedestrian-oriented areas today if they were still standing. They were deemed “unsightly” and “outmoded” in the 1950s, despite the fact that many of them were still income-producers as well.

Will auto-oriented 1950s shopping centers ever have the “cool” factor that 1920s streetcar strips have today? Maybe not, but the fact that they are of a currently-unfashionable architectural vintage should not be grounds for their wholesale municipally-sanctioned (or municipally-mandated) destruction.

Urban is variety. Without a variety of buildings, old and new, and even some marginal uses, you don’t have an urban setting. Without an intermingling of people with different ethnic and economic backgrounds, and without some plain, old-fashioned ugly, junky stores serving (gasp) poor people, you do not have a city. You have a big, dense, suburb masquerading as a theme park version of a city.

If it sounds like I advocate leaving cities alone to develop in their own way, maybe that’s because I do, by and large.

The Big Gay Essay

I am homosexual. I am not gay. There is a difference.

I have sexual relations exclusively with men. The means that I am homosexual. That is all it means. This fact does not have any implications with respect to my politics nor my taste in music or fashion or literature. None. The fact that I have sexual relations with men does not say anything about me other than that I have sexual relations with men. Sexual orientation is about sex. Only. Period.

My lifestyle can beat up your lifestyle:

Many homosexual people also consider themselves to be gay. “Gay” is not a sexual orientation. “Gay” is a lifestyle and a collection of cultural, social, and political values that some homosexuals (and no doubt some non-homosexuals) share, most of which are not inherently related to sexual orientation. The fact that I have sex with members of my same sex does not mean that I am predisposed toward any certain set of non-sexual behaviors.

There are those who believe my last statement suggests that all homosexuals are nothing more than one-dimensional sexual beings. Actually, the opposite is true. My sexual orientation is only a small part of my life. I am not a one-dimensional individual. I have many and varied interests. However, the mere fact that I am homosexual does not mean that I am naturally inclined toward certain dance music or TV shows or fashions any more than being a carnivore might make me enjoy bullfights or being black would make me crave watermelon. There’s just no connection.

In fact, it is those people who allow their sexual orientation to dictate the everyday, non-sexual aspects of their lives who really seem one-dimensional to me. People who read only “gay books”, see only “gay movies”, and listen only to “gay music” hold no real appeal for me. As someone who values individuality and the ability to think for myself, a culture of lifestyle fashion victims being spoon-fed a very specific package of jargon and merchandising holds very little appeal.

Despite what I’ve said in the past, I now agree that there is a “gay community”. I just question whether the majority of homosexuals actually choose to be members of it.

A bill of goods:

Sexual orientation is a morally, socially, and politically neutral factor. The mere fact that I prefer to suck dick does not make me inherently morally superior to anyone else, nor does it make me inherently inferior. It also does not infuse me with a specific set of values common to all homosexuals. While it may well shape my opinions of political issues specifically related to my sexual orientation, even this is not a given.

The fact that I suck dick does not mean that I support every fuzzy left cause that surfaces, any more than preferrring women would automatically make me a member of the fanatical right. This assumption really irritates me, even when it’s a fuzzy left cause that I do support. It’s insulting. All homos don’t think alike. What, actually, do nuclear power or the rainforest or subsidized housing for the homeless really have to do with one’s sexual orientation? While I do have very specific opinions on these issues, they are centered in my brain, not my testicles.

Entitle this:

I call it “Gay Entitlement Syndrome”: the erroneous assumption that people should go out of the way to shop “within the community”. It’s pure and simple guilt-based marketing, nothing but a solicitation for charitable contributions, and it’s no way to run a business. My custom must be earned; I make my purchases with the company that most matches my needs and offers the best value and quality for my money. I do not owe anyone my business merely because we share a sexual orientation, and any business that assumes I do will have to get by without my patronage. I will not be taken for granted.

An example: when I used to drink, I found that I often preferred doing so socially in “non-gay” bars. The beer selection was invariably better and usually cheaper, I was actually able to have conversations with my friends, and I wasn’t faced with horrible, annoying dance music that all gay people may like, but that some homosexuals really hate.

On the other hand, bars serving my “community” were essentially useless for any purpose other than for picking up guys — and they were often somewhat lacking on that front as well. However, “gay bars” were all in all a better option for meeting sex partners, so that’s what I used them for.

If a bookstore or bar owned by a homosexual best meets my needs, I’ll gladly patronize it. If it doesn’t, I’ll go somewhere else. Simple, huh?

The protective homo cone of self-righteousness:

Socially and culturally, everything still comes down to personal choice and responsibility. And homosexuality does not, and will not, free one of personal responsibility for the choices one makes, nor is it an excuse for inferior quality work nor for the abandonemnt of critical thinking skills.

Homosexuals commit bad writing, thievery, murder, stupidity, and any number of other capital offenses in approximately the same proportion as anyone else, and they should be punished, spit upon, or laughed at accordingly whenever they do so.

Why settle? Why should we hold homosexuals to a lesser standard of behavior than anyone else? Why should anyone feel obliged to pretend that shit created by a homosexual smells better than shit created by anyone else?

Attractiveness, masculinity, “community”, and the need to justify:

Unfortunately, many people who might agree with many of my premises also have the mistaken notion that I’m on some sort of macho crusade. Nothing could be farther from the truth. While I’d agree wholeheartedly that sexual orientation and gender identification are not inherently related, I’d also argue that “masculinity” is an extremely subjective and ultimately rather nebulous term. Like “attractiveness” or “unpleasantness”, the definition of “masculinity” depends largely on the individual doing the defining. My definition may have to do with athletics or other interests, while yours may be centered on aggressiveness, manner of dress or speech, or even occupation.

On some level, people who obsess over “masculinity” bother me just as much as those who define everything in terms of sexual orientation. In fact, I think they often tend to be people who define everything in terms of sexual orientation, if perhaps unconsciously. Ultimately, it’s a preferred personality type or even just a fetish. And that’s fine. Don’t make it something it isn’t.

Related is the whole notion of a “bear community” or a “leather community”. Don’t get me wrong. Being sexually attracted to big, hairy guys is a very good thing. Even though I’m not so inclined myself, I have a vested interest here: if no one liked big, hairy guys, I’d never get laid. It’s also OK to be polyamorous or monogamous or to have a foot fetish or to engage in any other consensual adult sexual behavior. If someone needs a “community” to make such behavior socially acceptable (in other words, to divorce it from its sexual context), that tells me that he’s not comfortable with his own sexuality to begin with.

Sex is good for its own sake; it doesn’t need further justfication, be it potluck suppers, charitable events, or a stupid black and blue flag — with or without optional paw print attachment. If you want to be around people who share your interests, that’s great. Just don’t delude yourself about what the specific interest is.

Groups of “regular guys”, “gay athletes”, etc. all stress that their organizations are definitely not about sex. Bullshit. It it weren’t all about sex, the sexual orientation of the members wouldn’t matter. I’ve always found that picking one’s sexual partners based on their sexual orientation works pretty well. I’ve never seen the logic of picking one’s friends, one’s favorite musicians, or one’s bridge partners on that basis. If you’re not planning to fuck them, why should you really care which sex they prefer?

Sex also is not political. Try as I may, my penis will probably never acknowlege your moral and ethical preference that I be attracted equally to all body types, ethnicities, and ages. It also doesn’t recognize your desire that I enjoy the right sort of pornography.

Is the presevation of individuality more important than “community-building”? Damned right it is.

The fight ain’t over:

Discrimination based on sexual orientation is very much alive and well, and even pervasive. The attacks come not only from the right wing religious nut jobs, but also from our very own fellow homosexuals, those who would tell us that certain relationship (lifestyle? fashion? political?) choices are valid while others aren’t. We have our very own authoritarian factions, ranging from those who find alternative choices “embarrassing” to the “community” to others who think those who choose more traditional options are “middle class assimilationists.”

Such enemies of sexual freedom must be fought off, from within and without. However, we each must also follow our own individual strategies for doing so. Who the hell is some pointy-headed “queer theorist” to decide what is and isn’t a valid relationship choice or method of protest, for that matter? As someone who has (happily) been both an outspoken sexual anarchist and a member of a largely traditional relationship, I can say that my choices at any given point in my life frankly are none of anyone else’s goddamned business.

First and foremost, we have (and must fight to retain) the right to make our own choices, and we have the responsibility to deal with the outcome of those choices. Fighting for someone else’s right to tell us what choices we should make is moronic and self-destructive. Sadly, it’s a the primary focus of most political activity in the US today.

But it’s all just semantics anyway, right?

Yes and no. I prefer precise language, so I’ve long since stopped using the terms “gay” and “homosexual” interchangeably. The best analogy I can come up with here is “old” vs. “antique”. All antiques are, by definition, old, but not everything old is an antique. Similarly, all gay people may be homosexual, but not all homosexual people are gay.

When asked to describe myself, my sexual orientation is just not one of the first characteristics I use in that description. In fact, it’s pretty far down the list, because I don’t find it partcularly relevant to most situations. It’s not something I hide, by any means, but it has no more (or less) relevance to what makes me “me” than do my eating habits or the preferred temperature in my home.

With this website, I’ve revealed more about my sexuality to the world than most people ever will conceive of doing, but my sexual orientation is not the primary defining aspect of my personality. Thus, I’ll never be “gay enough” for some.

And thank god for that.

MTV at 25

MTV turns 25 on Tuesday. What’s really interesting is that MTV itself can’t be bothered to mark the anniversary at all; that particular celebration will be held on sister station VH1 Classic, which will apparently be playing every video featured on MTV’s first day of programming.

Should be interesting. It’s too bad not many people will see it.

Just Enough to Be Dangerous?

It’s nice knowing just enough Unix command-line stuff that you’re not afraid to try something that will make your life easier, but also knowing little enough that you probably won’t try something that’s likely to take the whole server down with you.

Librarything

This, via here, is making me all warm and squishy tonight and keeping me up later than I might have preferred. On early assessment, I am not surprised to see that we have a relatively obscure collection of books here at Murdering Stream Estates. I am very pleased to see that, at this stage in the import, the three most “popular” titles I own are all “Bloom County” collections. Somehow, that makes me feel a lot better about humanity in general.

There are still lots of tags to enter. And alas, Mark and I between us have over 150 titles without ISBNs, all of which will have to be entered manually rather than imported from our own book database.

Why, yes. Of course we have our own book database. Don’t you?