Real Life: "Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens" - The Talking Heads

So i'm house sitting in Doraville all this week while my buddy is out of town with his wifey and wee-wah (that's Babalonian for kid btw). It's kinda odd really. The streets are empty of any kind of pedestrain here on Eaglerock Drive. Unlike my own neighborhood back in L5P, there are no shrieking children running around the block, no Soccer Moms playing Ben-Hur Chariot Racer with their strollers, the flocks of joggers slowly trying to outrace their own mortality... hell not even the stray senior drifting up the winding hill at the leisurely speed of a migratory statue. Eaglerock is instead, two parallel strips of no mans land, each of which has been parceled into divisions of lawns for the identical houses that populate the street. There are no sidewalks here. Maybe it's because Eaglerock has all the poetic resonance of a new SUV line (or failing that one of those horrible Alan Jacksonesque patriotism songs - "Look out Osaddama Ben Allah 'cause this Eagle Rocks!"). Maybe it's simply because sidewalks would encourage the wrong kind of people to move here. People who walk. People without cars. You know the type: The poor and the immigrants. ( Read more... )

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