Few thoughts from my first impressions from walking across Indianapolis
1) striking how diverse city is. Not in a statistical way. But in a lived way. A city can be diverse, but in separate bubbles, enforced & self enforced (looking at you NYC). That is less the case here
That is not denying the city, like all, is segregated, by race, wealth, & education. It is that it is less so. And people interact more. At a logistical & lived way, & in most importantly, in values” — that is how people get their meaning & view themselves
2) How interstates change everything. The path of the expressways defines neighborhoods, either by cutting & separating them from each other, or by filing them with cars, noise, & exhaust.
A city, like Indianapolis, with lots of highways intersecting jt, is X different cities.
Indianapolis holds together as a city despite that. Better than most. If you dropped me blindfolded into any part of the town I would know I was in Indianapolis. There is a unique sense of place that I can’t exactly describe or put my finger on. But it is there
Silly minor points.
— almost nobody has colts signs, (or really political signs), on there cars, yards, shops. I know the team currently sucks. But.
— man people drive aggressively here. Like. Wow. As a pedestrian I was glad there was So many hospitals around.
3) not sure what to think of the downtown. Despite hating on the buildings & not really being into the shops (fancy food is not my thing), it was relaxing & sweet. I overuse that word, but it is the best description for a lot of Indianapolis. And Not in a NE condescending way
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So begins my walk, from Tonawanda to Lackawanna, (How Seuss-ian!) around some nice old school charm.
Hopefully to end in a bar in time for happy hour
Only ten minutes in and already the Buffalo as a physical Buffalo thing is getting old
Whatever the theological issues, can we agree Protestants (Pentecostals aside) got the worst aesthetics of all Religions. I mean. This is great and all, but this is a town hall. No soul lifting sacred-ness here
So begins my 15 mile + walk from Binghamton to Endicott: Amongst the brutally ugly renewal architecture of downtown. A little bit of Brasilia in Appalachian NY
Finishing WW1 readings & hard to believe the period wouldn’t have ended in a massive violent war
I guess I subscribe to idea if you ran history forward from any one point many time with slight differences (kill baby Hitler, etc), it would follow pretty much same general path
I don’t know the name of that theory (history isn’t determined by one person, or one event), but I subscribe to it & I will die on that hill.
For those who asked, the books i read are in this very long thread (mixed in with Roman history…)