Who knew that people who rubbed shoulders with Nobel Laureates, Rhodes Scholars and Pulitzer Prize winners even knew about the offerings of yours truly?
I might even re-read “The Closing of the American Mind” to see if I’ve changed my opinion in 22 years.
Right after I finish “The Beauty Myth.”
Just keeping it real south of the Midway---thanks for the shout out U of C.
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Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Sonic Youth
I'm a little torn on my approaching 40th birthday.
I feel smarter, sexier---bounding with self confidence. And while that hasn't changed, the fact that I'm serving young people that were born slightly before I graduated high school is a bit disconcerting.
It's a little difficult to crack a Blues Brothers joke when the people you're speaking with weren't even born when the movie was released.
Life experience and finally knowing how to put on natural makeup in five minutes vs. the potential and optimism of youth.
Heavy Sigh.
Make no mistake---it's my issue. And I've learned to build a bridge and get over the fact that people born in 1985 can legally drink AND have disposable income.
But the kids I serve at my waitressing job for the most part are okey doke.
And yes, you're a kid if you don't remember the Rolling Stones in their 40's.
But a recent encounter with a 1st year (Freshman) University of Chicago student gave me a giggle.
Her T-Shirt read "If I wanted an A I would of gone to Harvard."
Moxie.
While I can't get into the exact details of my conversation with her and her companions, let's suffice it to say that I let them know that getting older and being a smart woman is not a death sentence.
I hoped that they would grown into womanhood with a little less drama than I did.
Because being 18 and 20 means you have a lot of living to do.
As a matter of fact so does 39.
I feel smarter, sexier---bounding with self confidence. And while that hasn't changed, the fact that I'm serving young people that were born slightly before I graduated high school is a bit disconcerting.
It's a little difficult to crack a Blues Brothers joke when the people you're speaking with weren't even born when the movie was released.
Life experience and finally knowing how to put on natural makeup in five minutes vs. the potential and optimism of youth.
Heavy Sigh.
Make no mistake---it's my issue. And I've learned to build a bridge and get over the fact that people born in 1985 can legally drink AND have disposable income.
But the kids I serve at my waitressing job for the most part are okey doke.
And yes, you're a kid if you don't remember the Rolling Stones in their 40's.
But a recent encounter with a 1st year (Freshman) University of Chicago student gave me a giggle.
Her T-Shirt read "If I wanted an A I would of gone to Harvard."
Moxie.
While I can't get into the exact details of my conversation with her and her companions, let's suffice it to say that I let them know that getting older and being a smart woman is not a death sentence.
I hoped that they would grown into womanhood with a little less drama than I did.
Because being 18 and 20 means you have a lot of living to do.
As a matter of fact so does 39.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Speechless
I’m a dumb ass.
At least that’s what the University of Chicago’s HR automated program says.
When I went to register for the University’s internal temporary admin program, I was told that I didn’t meet the basic qualifications.
Oh. My. God.
Per the University’s HR website, basically qualified is defined as possessing the knowledge, skills, education and experience listed at required on the job posting.
This is the job posting:
High school diploma or GED required; Bachelor's degree preferred; advanced degree preferred; previous secretarial experience required; ability to effectively communicate verbally and in writing required; meticulous attention to detail required; ability to multi-task required; ability to work with confidential information discreetly required; ability to work calmly and quickly in a fast paced environment required; ability to work under pressure with frequent interruptions required; experience with Word and Excel required; experience with Access and PowerPoint preferred.
Now I wonder what about my application said “loser.”
I graduated high school---college even.
I’m not quite sure if a blog qualifies as being to effectively communicate but people seem to be able to understand what I write. I also happen to also speak the “King’s English.”
Attention to detail? Multi-task? Discretion? The ability to work calmly and quickly in a fast paced environment? Work under pressure with frequent interruptions?
Not only does that define my entire adult working life but did I mention I’m witnessing in Hyde Park? Hell, if keeping a tables of diverse ages, races, socio-economic classes happy doesn’t provide a good example of those requirements, I don’t know what does.
Note: Waitressing is not as easy as it looks.
Experience with MS Word and Excel----check and check.
The only thing that I can think of that may have dinged me is previous secretarial experience required.
While I’ve been an admin before it isn’t on my resume as it was in the early ‘90’s.
I think I’m going to pay a personal visit to the HR next week. Perhaps if they get a look at me I’ll be deemed worthy.
Plus I gotta know what disqualified me via the automated program.
Kindly excuse me. I have to open the restaurant for the lunch rush in a few hours.
That is if I can get my limited abilities in check so I can schlep to work without getting lost.
Unbelievable.
At least that’s what the University of Chicago’s HR automated program says.
When I went to register for the University’s internal temporary admin program, I was told that I didn’t meet the basic qualifications.
Oh. My. God.
Per the University’s HR website, basically qualified is defined as possessing the knowledge, skills, education and experience listed at required on the job posting.
This is the job posting:
High school diploma or GED required; Bachelor's degree preferred; advanced degree preferred; previous secretarial experience required; ability to effectively communicate verbally and in writing required; meticulous attention to detail required; ability to multi-task required; ability to work with confidential information discreetly required; ability to work calmly and quickly in a fast paced environment required; ability to work under pressure with frequent interruptions required; experience with Word and Excel required; experience with Access and PowerPoint preferred.
Now I wonder what about my application said “loser.”
I graduated high school---college even.
I’m not quite sure if a blog qualifies as being to effectively communicate but people seem to be able to understand what I write. I also happen to also speak the “King’s English.”
Attention to detail? Multi-task? Discretion? The ability to work calmly and quickly in a fast paced environment? Work under pressure with frequent interruptions?
Not only does that define my entire adult working life but did I mention I’m witnessing in Hyde Park? Hell, if keeping a tables of diverse ages, races, socio-economic classes happy doesn’t provide a good example of those requirements, I don’t know what does.
Note: Waitressing is not as easy as it looks.
Experience with MS Word and Excel----check and check.
The only thing that I can think of that may have dinged me is previous secretarial experience required.
While I’ve been an admin before it isn’t on my resume as it was in the early ‘90’s.
I think I’m going to pay a personal visit to the HR next week. Perhaps if they get a look at me I’ll be deemed worthy.
Plus I gotta know what disqualified me via the automated program.
Kindly excuse me. I have to open the restaurant for the lunch rush in a few hours.
That is if I can get my limited abilities in check so I can schlep to work without getting lost.
Unbelievable.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Know Your Role
A few weeks ago, I went to the Understanding Your Role in Gentrification forum held at the University of Chicago during “Displacement Week.”
Naturally I was curious about one’s role in gentrification since it’s a much discussed and vilified topic these days. Since I’m a condo owner and by definition a gentrifier in Woodlawn, I had to stick my head in and see what all of this was about.
Perhaps I was slightly disappointed because of the un-preparedness of the panel.
Perhaps I was slightly disappointed because of the sparse turnout.
But one thing struck me as the discussion progressed, I’d bet you a million dollars that you’d never see a group of educated successful Black people beat themselves up over gentrifying a neighborhood.
Some say gentrifying, I say improving.
The panel was in the process of developing a brochure about responsible gentrifying. There seemed to be a lot of hand wringing by some people about gentrification in general.
People in attendance and the panel realized that good intentions and your personal budget often collide. As a result of finances and due to some people’s personal living preferences they have to (or choose to) live in “emerging neighborhoods.”
That’s a nice way of saying minority neighborhoods
I think it’s awfully conscious of the people at the forum to be concerned about being responsible gentrifies.
But as far as I’m concerned, it’s called being a good neighbor.
And as we all know, you can’t teach consideration, manners or good taste.
Well maybe you can try.
What I think the young people in that room may not have considered that change is a constant in Chicago neighborhoods.
Humbolt Park wasn’t always Hispanic. Woodlawn wasn’t always Black. Some parts of Old Town and River North used to be the “red light district.”
Obviously block busting, redlining, overt racism and down right ignorance played a huge role in the changing of the guard in the residential areas.
As those of us in the Chicagoland area know, it’s not the neighborhood but who lives in it that drives how it’s perceived and the services it receives.
Hey that rhymed.
In a sort of neighborhood circle of life, older neglected neighborhoods are bound to be rediscovered by those seeking beautiful, architecturally interesting buildings.
Not to mention accessibility to public transportation and green spaces.
Older neighborhoods in the city are experiencing a renaissance. Naturally, gentrication will follow.
And while many opinions will continued to be expressed about the re-emergence of urban neighborhoods, a few things continue to ring true.
People who want affordable accessible homes aren’t the problem. They shouldn’t be treated as such.
If you don’t want the flavor of your neighborhood to change, purchase it. Short of eminent domain or a federal injunction, not much can be done to take it away from you.
It never hurts to have a little diversity in your ’hood. While I don’t think the Germans are on there way back to Humbolt Park, it wouldn’t hurt to have a tauqeria next door to a beer hall.
And to my fellow forum attendees that happen to be white a small aside:
You don’t need a manual on how to be a good neighbor. In fact, I think it’s somewhat ridiculous to feel guilty or apologize for simply being who you are.
With racial divisions being very much in the news these days, it’s great to see dialogues getting started.
But unnecessary contrition isn’t needed.
Unless there’s 40 acres and a mule involved, I think your potential new neighborhoods will survive your arrival.
Naturally I was curious about one’s role in gentrification since it’s a much discussed and vilified topic these days. Since I’m a condo owner and by definition a gentrifier in Woodlawn, I had to stick my head in and see what all of this was about.
Perhaps I was slightly disappointed because of the un-preparedness of the panel.
Perhaps I was slightly disappointed because of the sparse turnout.
But one thing struck me as the discussion progressed, I’d bet you a million dollars that you’d never see a group of educated successful Black people beat themselves up over gentrifying a neighborhood.
Some say gentrifying, I say improving.
The panel was in the process of developing a brochure about responsible gentrifying. There seemed to be a lot of hand wringing by some people about gentrification in general.
People in attendance and the panel realized that good intentions and your personal budget often collide. As a result of finances and due to some people’s personal living preferences they have to (or choose to) live in “emerging neighborhoods.”
That’s a nice way of saying minority neighborhoods
I think it’s awfully conscious of the people at the forum to be concerned about being responsible gentrifies.
But as far as I’m concerned, it’s called being a good neighbor.
And as we all know, you can’t teach consideration, manners or good taste.
Well maybe you can try.
What I think the young people in that room may not have considered that change is a constant in Chicago neighborhoods.
Humbolt Park wasn’t always Hispanic. Woodlawn wasn’t always Black. Some parts of Old Town and River North used to be the “red light district.”
Obviously block busting, redlining, overt racism and down right ignorance played a huge role in the changing of the guard in the residential areas.
As those of us in the Chicagoland area know, it’s not the neighborhood but who lives in it that drives how it’s perceived and the services it receives.
Hey that rhymed.
In a sort of neighborhood circle of life, older neglected neighborhoods are bound to be rediscovered by those seeking beautiful, architecturally interesting buildings.
Not to mention accessibility to public transportation and green spaces.
Older neighborhoods in the city are experiencing a renaissance. Naturally, gentrication will follow.
And while many opinions will continued to be expressed about the re-emergence of urban neighborhoods, a few things continue to ring true.
People who want affordable accessible homes aren’t the problem. They shouldn’t be treated as such.
If you don’t want the flavor of your neighborhood to change, purchase it. Short of eminent domain or a federal injunction, not much can be done to take it away from you.
It never hurts to have a little diversity in your ’hood. While I don’t think the Germans are on there way back to Humbolt Park, it wouldn’t hurt to have a tauqeria next door to a beer hall.
And to my fellow forum attendees that happen to be white a small aside:
You don’t need a manual on how to be a good neighbor. In fact, I think it’s somewhat ridiculous to feel guilty or apologize for simply being who you are.
With racial divisions being very much in the news these days, it’s great to see dialogues getting started.
But unnecessary contrition isn’t needed.
Unless there’s 40 acres and a mule involved, I think your potential new neighborhoods will survive your arrival.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Woodlawn’s A Poppin’
Despite the snow outside, things are heating up in Woodlawn.
The city is seeking a developer for the vacant lot on the southwest corner of 63rd and Blackstone.
Rumor has it that since the property abuts Mt. Carmel High School they’ve been trying to purchase it for years. The Alderman at the time (Arenda Troutman) put the kibosh on the whole gig. Apparently that parcel was to slated for housing, not an extension of the Mt. Carmel real estate empire.
Well now it appears that the city is moving forward on developing the land.
This ought to be interesting. I’ll keep an eye on this and keep you kids in the mix.
And speaking of development…
Some lovely foundations “are creating a multimillion-dollar fund to protect South and West Side neighborhoods from being overlooked or overwhelmed in the city's pursuit of an Olympic Game.”
I don’t even know what that means.
According to the Chicago Tribune article, “They may be used to canvass residents and fund research on jobs, business development and tourism opportunities. Later grants may support community planning, affordable housing, education and job training.”
Jobs? Business Opportunities? Shouldn’t the alderman already be searching for those opportunities?
As a matter of fact, don’t we also have groups and foundations that have already done community planning, affordable housing studies as well as job training?
Personally it sounds like the beginning of business as usual around these parts.
Grants will go to “community groups” who beat a big can but can’t take out the trash.
Money will be funneled, good intentions will be promised, studies will be “issued” and job training programs will be “funded.”
And a dime of money won’t reach the people that need it most.
Or I could be wrong.
But the last little Woodlawn caveat is the best.
Guess what kids, it’s Displacement Week at the University of Chicago.
As in Woody’s ass will be displaced from her home if she doesn’t get a job.
No seriously folks, the University is searching its soul concerning displacement and to created a dialogue “about the University’s responsibility to global and local communities.”
The minute I got this e-mail from a loyal reader I started to giggle.
You know I’m all over Understanding Your Role In Gentrification tonight at 8:00 PM. Hell, I might turn the Forum on the University of Chicago Hyde Park/Kenwood/Woodlawn into a friggin cocktail hour.
But don’t expect me to furnish all of the vodka, you boozers.
You’ll know it’s me by the peels of laughter in the back of the room.
This one ought to be interesting.
The city is seeking a developer for the vacant lot on the southwest corner of 63rd and Blackstone.
Rumor has it that since the property abuts Mt. Carmel High School they’ve been trying to purchase it for years. The Alderman at the time (Arenda Troutman) put the kibosh on the whole gig. Apparently that parcel was to slated for housing, not an extension of the Mt. Carmel real estate empire.
Well now it appears that the city is moving forward on developing the land.
This ought to be interesting. I’ll keep an eye on this and keep you kids in the mix.
And speaking of development…
Some lovely foundations “are creating a multimillion-dollar fund to protect South and West Side neighborhoods from being overlooked or overwhelmed in the city's pursuit of an Olympic Game.”
I don’t even know what that means.
According to the Chicago Tribune article, “They may be used to canvass residents and fund research on jobs, business development and tourism opportunities. Later grants may support community planning, affordable housing, education and job training.”
Jobs? Business Opportunities? Shouldn’t the alderman already be searching for those opportunities?
As a matter of fact, don’t we also have groups and foundations that have already done community planning, affordable housing studies as well as job training?
Personally it sounds like the beginning of business as usual around these parts.
Grants will go to “community groups” who beat a big can but can’t take out the trash.
Money will be funneled, good intentions will be promised, studies will be “issued” and job training programs will be “funded.”
And a dime of money won’t reach the people that need it most.
Or I could be wrong.
But the last little Woodlawn caveat is the best.
Guess what kids, it’s Displacement Week at the University of Chicago.
As in Woody’s ass will be displaced from her home if she doesn’t get a job.
No seriously folks, the University is searching its soul concerning displacement and to created a dialogue “about the University’s responsibility to global and local communities.”
The minute I got this e-mail from a loyal reader I started to giggle.
You know I’m all over Understanding Your Role In Gentrification tonight at 8:00 PM. Hell, I might turn the Forum on the University of Chicago Hyde Park/Kenwood/Woodlawn into a friggin cocktail hour.
But don’t expect me to furnish all of the vodka, you boozers.
You’ll know it’s me by the peels of laughter in the back of the room.
This one ought to be interesting.
Friday, January 18, 2008
The Jackers
A friend was shot at the corner of 67th and Stony Island.
From what I was told, a car with several men stopped near the bus shelter around 7:45PM last Thursday and asked my friend to come over to the car. When he refused and tried to get away, someone from the car pulled a gun out and shot him.
Luckily the bullet only hit his arm and went right through.
Now I'm not sure if this was reported to the police but common sense says that if he received medical care for a gunshot wound then the police were notified.
67th & Stony is only a mere three blocks away from my place.
I haven't heard a peep about this foolishness in any of the mainstream media outlets. I know shootings are pretty common place in Chicago but can a sister get a "heads up?"
Unlike my neighbors to the north in Hyde Park, I don't have a variety of transportation options. If the 6, 28 or 15 is running late I just can't hop on a shuttle.
Even though there are many nights I wish I could.
I look enviously at those warm frequent shuttles that roam throughout Hyde Park. I often wish there was some way I could hitch a ride but the shuttles aren't open to the public. Then of course the University foots the bill for the vehicles, drivers, upkeep and the gas so their students, faculty & staff can stay safe.
Of course since the shooting, you see more University police patroling a wider area.
Which kinda has me thinking.
If Hyde Park is locked down from the jackers and you can't sneeze without having four squad cars show up, who are the criminal types going to prey on?
I'll tell you who----the rest of us who don't have two police departments (regularly)patroling their neighborhood, that's who.
While some parts of Woodlawn get some overlap from the U of C police it seems more like the holding of the Maginot Line rather than effective policing.
I could be wrong.
Usually after the Christmas holidays the jackers take a break.
It's colder, less people are walking around laden down with packages and Christmas cash.
Plus those jacker knuckleheads are gearing up for Christmas number two or as the rest of the world likes to call it the tax refund season.
Watch your ass when you're at a Currency Exchange.
If you go to one of those places to file your return, I'd strongly suggest Turbo Taxing your return online or if you meet the income guidelines having your return done at the IRS downtown.
Whatever the case may be I have an uneasy feeling about this latest crime.
No matter where you live---city or suburbs---you live with the constant threat of violence.
Despite what some people may think no place is exempt. The instances may be few and far inbetween but no place is 100% safe.
I love going to visit friends on the 'burbs but I lock their doors with the same compulsion that I lock mine when I'm hear in Woodlawn.
But I can't be frightened to take the trash out, run errands or wait on public transportation.
Apparently keeping an eye out and being aware of your surroundings isn't enough anymore.
I guess security is a luxury for those who can afford to pay.
From what I was told, a car with several men stopped near the bus shelter around 7:45PM last Thursday and asked my friend to come over to the car. When he refused and tried to get away, someone from the car pulled a gun out and shot him.
Luckily the bullet only hit his arm and went right through.
Now I'm not sure if this was reported to the police but common sense says that if he received medical care for a gunshot wound then the police were notified.
67th & Stony is only a mere three blocks away from my place.
I haven't heard a peep about this foolishness in any of the mainstream media outlets. I know shootings are pretty common place in Chicago but can a sister get a "heads up?"
Unlike my neighbors to the north in Hyde Park, I don't have a variety of transportation options. If the 6, 28 or 15 is running late I just can't hop on a shuttle.
Even though there are many nights I wish I could.
I look enviously at those warm frequent shuttles that roam throughout Hyde Park. I often wish there was some way I could hitch a ride but the shuttles aren't open to the public. Then of course the University foots the bill for the vehicles, drivers, upkeep and the gas so their students, faculty & staff can stay safe.
Of course since the shooting, you see more University police patroling a wider area.
Which kinda has me thinking.
If Hyde Park is locked down from the jackers and you can't sneeze without having four squad cars show up, who are the criminal types going to prey on?
I'll tell you who----the rest of us who don't have two police departments (regularly)patroling their neighborhood, that's who.
While some parts of Woodlawn get some overlap from the U of C police it seems more like the holding of the Maginot Line rather than effective policing.
I could be wrong.
Usually after the Christmas holidays the jackers take a break.
It's colder, less people are walking around laden down with packages and Christmas cash.
Plus those jacker knuckleheads are gearing up for Christmas number two or as the rest of the world likes to call it the tax refund season.
Watch your ass when you're at a Currency Exchange.
If you go to one of those places to file your return, I'd strongly suggest Turbo Taxing your return online or if you meet the income guidelines having your return done at the IRS downtown.
Whatever the case may be I have an uneasy feeling about this latest crime.
No matter where you live---city or suburbs---you live with the constant threat of violence.
Despite what some people may think no place is exempt. The instances may be few and far inbetween but no place is 100% safe.
I love going to visit friends on the 'burbs but I lock their doors with the same compulsion that I lock mine when I'm hear in Woodlawn.
But I can't be frightened to take the trash out, run errands or wait on public transportation.
Apparently keeping an eye out and being aware of your surroundings isn't enough anymore.
I guess security is a luxury for those who can afford to pay.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Busted
There is always a show on the 6 Jackson Park bus.
The bus line is one of the few that runs from the Loop through the south east side of the city. You have a divergent mix of people along for the ride at all times of the day.
Since the bus doesn’t have 24 hour owl service, during the later hours on the weekends the 6 has more of it’s share of University of Chicago students.
Almost every time a group of tomorrow’s leaders get on a quiet bus, tranquility goes out the window.
Now it’s not just the U of C students, hell most young people get on the bus and disturb the peace.
It happens all of the time.
My thing is that I hold the U of C kids to a higher standard as they---well---go to the University of Chicago. Hell aren’t they supposed to be smart and intuitive?
Don’t they get that no one wants to hear loud conversations in an enclosed space that they can’t easily leave?
Then of course I’m almost about to turn 40 and am turning into a curmudgeon.
So it’s was with endless amusement that I noticed a group of bright young things happily chatting while being eyed up by an awkward young man.
Frankly if the girls weren’t sitting right next to me, I wouldn’t of believed that they went to U of C.
It’s hard not engage in stereotypes but let’s suffice it to say that the University of Chicago has not made any lists of hottest co-eds.
But then of course I’m no Beyonce.
The young man attempted to read a book but was so enchanted by the girls that he almost lost his grip on one of the rails where he was standing.
Another time he almost fell on me.
Apparently this young man doesn’t spend a great deal of time on the 6 as he couldn’t bus surf.
Those of us who frequent public transportation know that if you’re standing, you have to distribute your weight evenly when the bus sways so you don’t fall all over the place.
Apparently this kid couldn’t stand and stare at the same time.
Men looking at women is nothing new.
Men rudely staring and practically drooling is something quite different.
The only he didn’t do was start to touch himself. Creepy.
The fact that everyone sitting in the front part of the bus noticed the young man’s interest made for instant rolling theatre.
I’m sure the co-eds knew what was going on as well.
As a woman you have a heightened sixth sense when it comes to your personal safety. Especially when you’re traveling on public transportation.
Despite the fact they didn’t even acknowledge him, I’m fairly confident they felt his presence.
As the bus passed the Museum of Science and Industry both the co-ed’s and the young man prepared to get off the bus at the first stop on Stony Island.
As the ladies, and their chatter, left out the back door; the young man almost ran into the door leaving out the front.
Everyone else left on the bus gave each other knowing looks.
As a few of us chuckled over what had just happened, I hoped that none of those young women had a class with that guy.
Admiration is one thing, borderline stalking is quite another.
The bus line is one of the few that runs from the Loop through the south east side of the city. You have a divergent mix of people along for the ride at all times of the day.
Since the bus doesn’t have 24 hour owl service, during the later hours on the weekends the 6 has more of it’s share of University of Chicago students.
Almost every time a group of tomorrow’s leaders get on a quiet bus, tranquility goes out the window.
Now it’s not just the U of C students, hell most young people get on the bus and disturb the peace.
It happens all of the time.
My thing is that I hold the U of C kids to a higher standard as they---well---go to the University of Chicago. Hell aren’t they supposed to be smart and intuitive?
Don’t they get that no one wants to hear loud conversations in an enclosed space that they can’t easily leave?
Then of course I’m almost about to turn 40 and am turning into a curmudgeon.
So it’s was with endless amusement that I noticed a group of bright young things happily chatting while being eyed up by an awkward young man.
Frankly if the girls weren’t sitting right next to me, I wouldn’t of believed that they went to U of C.
It’s hard not engage in stereotypes but let’s suffice it to say that the University of Chicago has not made any lists of hottest co-eds.
But then of course I’m no Beyonce.
The young man attempted to read a book but was so enchanted by the girls that he almost lost his grip on one of the rails where he was standing.
Another time he almost fell on me.
Apparently this young man doesn’t spend a great deal of time on the 6 as he couldn’t bus surf.
Those of us who frequent public transportation know that if you’re standing, you have to distribute your weight evenly when the bus sways so you don’t fall all over the place.
Apparently this kid couldn’t stand and stare at the same time.
Men looking at women is nothing new.
Men rudely staring and practically drooling is something quite different.
The only he didn’t do was start to touch himself. Creepy.
The fact that everyone sitting in the front part of the bus noticed the young man’s interest made for instant rolling theatre.
I’m sure the co-eds knew what was going on as well.
As a woman you have a heightened sixth sense when it comes to your personal safety. Especially when you’re traveling on public transportation.
Despite the fact they didn’t even acknowledge him, I’m fairly confident they felt his presence.
As the bus passed the Museum of Science and Industry both the co-ed’s and the young man prepared to get off the bus at the first stop on Stony Island.
As the ladies, and their chatter, left out the back door; the young man almost ran into the door leaving out the front.
Everyone else left on the bus gave each other knowing looks.
As a few of us chuckled over what had just happened, I hoped that none of those young women had a class with that guy.
Admiration is one thing, borderline stalking is quite another.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Big Brothers
So the University of Chicago is attempting to reconcile with the Woodlawn community.
At this point the overtures have been met with mixed results.
From what I’ve seen, the University is talking a good game but it still seems that the true spirit of partnership isn’t there.
But on the other hand the methods of the past haven’t worked either.
When the epic battle between The Woodlawn Organization (TWO) and the University commenced in the 60’s, TWO won the battle but as those of us who live here can attest to, they lost the war.
Not only did Woodlawn lose a great deal of its population but from what I understand a majority of it’s retail as well.
Frankly, since I’m not old enough to remember Woodlawn as it was I have to rely on books, articles and the old timers who were around to see such things.
Nonetheless, things got bad for the neighborhood---really bad.
So while the University didn’t expand their campus further south, the entrenched powers that be turned from social activism to social services.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m all for helping.
But my version of help is providing a vehicle to affordable home ownership, not affordable housing.
Because as long as you have a landlord, it’s my opinion that you’re not quite the captain of your own ship---I’m just sayin’…
Whatever the case, it would appear that the old way of running things isn’t working.
Abandoned buildings, Empty lots, high crime, few local employment opportunities (that provide a living wage), low home ownership and lack of retail do not an attractive neighborhood make.
So it with cautious optimism that the overtures from the University are being received; if the old ways aren’t working, then perhaps it’s time to look at some new ones.
At this point the overtures have been met with mixed results.
From what I’ve seen, the University is talking a good game but it still seems that the true spirit of partnership isn’t there.
But on the other hand the methods of the past haven’t worked either.
When the epic battle between The Woodlawn Organization (TWO) and the University commenced in the 60’s, TWO won the battle but as those of us who live here can attest to, they lost the war.
Not only did Woodlawn lose a great deal of its population but from what I understand a majority of it’s retail as well.
Frankly, since I’m not old enough to remember Woodlawn as it was I have to rely on books, articles and the old timers who were around to see such things.
Nonetheless, things got bad for the neighborhood---really bad.
So while the University didn’t expand their campus further south, the entrenched powers that be turned from social activism to social services.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m all for helping.
But my version of help is providing a vehicle to affordable home ownership, not affordable housing.
Because as long as you have a landlord, it’s my opinion that you’re not quite the captain of your own ship---I’m just sayin’…
Whatever the case, it would appear that the old way of running things isn’t working.
Abandoned buildings, Empty lots, high crime, few local employment opportunities (that provide a living wage), low home ownership and lack of retail do not an attractive neighborhood make.
So it with cautious optimism that the overtures from the University are being received; if the old ways aren’t working, then perhaps it’s time to look at some new ones.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Big Brother
When I moved to Woodlawn in late 2001 I was unprepared for the disdain I experienced.
Apparently those of us who don’t live in Hyde Park are sometimes on the receiving end of an upturned nose.
Now don’t get me wrong, Hyde Park is a lovely neighborhood.
The University of Chicago concerned residents works very hard to keep it that way.
Have you every noticed the sister of the very pretty girl in high school---yeah I didn’t think so.
I’m sure she knew that she was being tolerated.
You know when your presence is not really welcome.
And so it went when I moved down here.
My first clue was when I called Hyde Park restaurants and with the exception of one, none would deliver to me.
Then I tried to rent out my spare room and thought with such a large student population, it might be best to target Hyde Park.
After plastering the area with flies and pricing the rent reasonably, the calls started to roll in.
Interest was great until I mentioned my address on the answering machine.
I received a lot of calls and a lot of hang ups.
No dice.
The final straw came when I was in the Co-Op and ran into one of my north side dwelling friends who heard that I had moved.
A well-dressed shopper who had overheard me correcting my friend about the location of my neighborhood leaned over and threw in her two cents.
She stated that anything below the Midway (Roughly 59th-60th Street) wasn’t Hyde Park.
During this whole exchange she didn’t even acknowledge that I was standing there.
By that time I started to put it together.
With the rare exception of some parts of Kenwood, those of us who fall out side of the boundaries of Hyde Park seemingly suck.
I knew that Hyde Park was the neighborhood that all others are measured against on the south side; but I didn’t know the rest of us who also happened to live below Madison Street were less than.
Apparently it’s Hyde Park’s world, the rest of us are just living in it.
Despite what you just read, I truly don’t bear any ill will towards my Hyde Park neighbors.
Nonetheless it only took me a few years to determine my neighborhood’s pecking order and I’m a relative newbie.
Can you imagine the effects of living and interacting with 30 or 40 years of condescending arrogance from the University and Hyde Parkers?
Between that and the “urban redevelopment” plan the University tried to implement during the sixties; it’s not surprising that longtime Woodlawn residents have a healthy dose of mistrust concerning the University.
In the University’s defense though, they have made several overtures to try and remedy sins of the past.
Their police force is now regularly seen outside of the traditional boundaries of Hyde Park.
Community input of any southward expansion is taken very seriously.
The University also provides an employee assisted housing program for those who want to move to “outlying” neighborhoods like Woodlawn.
More importantly the University has abandoned its official policy of discouraging their faculty, staff & students going south of the Midway.
The olive branch has been extended.
The gulf is seemingly narrowing.
Or is everyone just smiling politely while still waters run deep?
Apparently those of us who don’t live in Hyde Park are sometimes on the receiving end of an upturned nose.
Now don’t get me wrong, Hyde Park is a lovely neighborhood.
The University of Chicago concerned residents works very hard to keep it that way.
Have you every noticed the sister of the very pretty girl in high school---yeah I didn’t think so.
I’m sure she knew that she was being tolerated.
You know when your presence is not really welcome.
And so it went when I moved down here.
My first clue was when I called Hyde Park restaurants and with the exception of one, none would deliver to me.
Then I tried to rent out my spare room and thought with such a large student population, it might be best to target Hyde Park.
After plastering the area with flies and pricing the rent reasonably, the calls started to roll in.
Interest was great until I mentioned my address on the answering machine.
I received a lot of calls and a lot of hang ups.
No dice.
The final straw came when I was in the Co-Op and ran into one of my north side dwelling friends who heard that I had moved.
A well-dressed shopper who had overheard me correcting my friend about the location of my neighborhood leaned over and threw in her two cents.
She stated that anything below the Midway (Roughly 59th-60th Street) wasn’t Hyde Park.
During this whole exchange she didn’t even acknowledge that I was standing there.
By that time I started to put it together.
With the rare exception of some parts of Kenwood, those of us who fall out side of the boundaries of Hyde Park seemingly suck.
I knew that Hyde Park was the neighborhood that all others are measured against on the south side; but I didn’t know the rest of us who also happened to live below Madison Street were less than.
Apparently it’s Hyde Park’s world, the rest of us are just living in it.
Despite what you just read, I truly don’t bear any ill will towards my Hyde Park neighbors.
Nonetheless it only took me a few years to determine my neighborhood’s pecking order and I’m a relative newbie.
Can you imagine the effects of living and interacting with 30 or 40 years of condescending arrogance from the University and Hyde Parkers?
Between that and the “urban redevelopment” plan the University tried to implement during the sixties; it’s not surprising that longtime Woodlawn residents have a healthy dose of mistrust concerning the University.
In the University’s defense though, they have made several overtures to try and remedy sins of the past.
Their police force is now regularly seen outside of the traditional boundaries of Hyde Park.
Community input of any southward expansion is taken very seriously.
The University also provides an employee assisted housing program for those who want to move to “outlying” neighborhoods like Woodlawn.
More importantly the University has abandoned its official policy of discouraging their faculty, staff & students going south of the Midway.
The olive branch has been extended.
The gulf is seemingly narrowing.
Or is everyone just smiling politely while still waters run deep?
Saturday, September 29, 2007
3% Moves In
Since my layoff I've been able to closely observer the hoody hoo during the day.
Unlike previous years I've been a little surprised about how quiet it's been (thank you Chicago Police for beefing up the Hyde Park High School patrols) and how diverse our little piece of paradise has gotten.
That's just a nice way of saying where did all of my white neighbors come from.
I try not dwell on this subject even though I've written several posts about it, but anyone who thinks race dosen't continue to be an issue in the greater metropolitan Chicagoland area is trying to blow sunshine up your skirt.
Just today driving down Stony Island I was wondering where some of the white people I saw walking down the street came from.
Let me explain and give you some background.
When I moved down here in 2001, the University of Chicago had officially abandoned it's mantra cautioning people from going south of 60th Street. It was believed that traveling anywhere south of that boundary would be dangerous for it's students, faculty and staff.
Despite the reversal of policy, old perceptions die hard.
I quickly discovered that after a long day of moving and unpacking, I couldn't even get a pizza delivered.
At the time Peapod did not service my area.
It was made clear by the greater business community and most of the Hyde Park establishment that Woodlawn really didn't matter.
Fast forward six years and a different tune is being played.
While I still jokingly refer to Woodlawn as Hyde Park's ugly step sister, we are starting to get some love.
Apparantly that also translates into who now calls Woodlawn home.
I was taking a disco nap when the moving of furniture across the floor woke me up. I knew that my new neighbor(s) had arrived.
As usual I planted myself outside on the front balcony and almost passed out.
Sweet Fanny Adams, my new neighbor's white.
Jesus take the wheel.
I'm curious to know if she knows that most of us are of color and if that will be an issue. I don't anticipate it being one but people are strange.
And no I don't anticipate it being an issue with anyone who currently lives here.
I wonder if I should introduce her to the Cake?
Perhaps I should start with a "welcome to the association" and build from there.
Unlike previous years I've been a little surprised about how quiet it's been (thank you Chicago Police for beefing up the Hyde Park High School patrols) and how diverse our little piece of paradise has gotten.
That's just a nice way of saying where did all of my white neighbors come from.
I try not dwell on this subject even though I've written several posts about it, but anyone who thinks race dosen't continue to be an issue in the greater metropolitan Chicagoland area is trying to blow sunshine up your skirt.
Just today driving down Stony Island I was wondering where some of the white people I saw walking down the street came from.
Let me explain and give you some background.
When I moved down here in 2001, the University of Chicago had officially abandoned it's mantra cautioning people from going south of 60th Street. It was believed that traveling anywhere south of that boundary would be dangerous for it's students, faculty and staff.
Despite the reversal of policy, old perceptions die hard.
I quickly discovered that after a long day of moving and unpacking, I couldn't even get a pizza delivered.
At the time Peapod did not service my area.
It was made clear by the greater business community and most of the Hyde Park establishment that Woodlawn really didn't matter.
Fast forward six years and a different tune is being played.
While I still jokingly refer to Woodlawn as Hyde Park's ugly step sister, we are starting to get some love.
Apparantly that also translates into who now calls Woodlawn home.
I was taking a disco nap when the moving of furniture across the floor woke me up. I knew that my new neighbor(s) had arrived.
As usual I planted myself outside on the front balcony and almost passed out.
Sweet Fanny Adams, my new neighbor's white.
Jesus take the wheel.
I'm curious to know if she knows that most of us are of color and if that will be an issue. I don't anticipate it being one but people are strange.
And no I don't anticipate it being an issue with anyone who currently lives here.
I wonder if I should introduce her to the Cake?
Perhaps I should start with a "welcome to the association" and build from there.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Keep The Faith
I know my blogging friend ChiKat isn’t too hopeful about Woodlawn’s status as an “up and coming neighborhood” but I say banish those nagging thoughts.
With the University of Chicago is making nicey and the rate of new residential development in the ‘hood, I think Woodlawn will become what the Uptown neighborhood is now---nice enough that the real estate prices are through the roof but still with that funky urban edge.
You see I used to live in Uptown in the late nineties and left in 2001. Note: I loved my neighborhood but wanted more space and knew it was time to move on to greener pastures. Had I stayed my little piece of heaven would have been worth a tidy little bundle. Can you say retirement money and cabana boys?
So nuts to the people who won’t stick it out, nuts to the people who think a neighborhood that’s been plagued by crime and neglect will turn around in a year and nuts to the people who don’t believe in the south side.
Good riddance.
I left Uptown before the Borders, The Uptown Lounge, Crew, Soggy Paws and the Sushi Restaurant took residence. There is not a day I don’t kick myself for not having faith in my good decision to live in what was at the time a “sketchy” neighborhood with beautiful old housing stock.
To the active, community involved urban pioneer go the spoils.
With the University of Chicago is making nicey and the rate of new residential development in the ‘hood, I think Woodlawn will become what the Uptown neighborhood is now---nice enough that the real estate prices are through the roof but still with that funky urban edge.
You see I used to live in Uptown in the late nineties and left in 2001. Note: I loved my neighborhood but wanted more space and knew it was time to move on to greener pastures. Had I stayed my little piece of heaven would have been worth a tidy little bundle. Can you say retirement money and cabana boys?
So nuts to the people who won’t stick it out, nuts to the people who think a neighborhood that’s been plagued by crime and neglect will turn around in a year and nuts to the people who don’t believe in the south side.
Good riddance.
I left Uptown before the Borders, The Uptown Lounge, Crew, Soggy Paws and the Sushi Restaurant took residence. There is not a day I don’t kick myself for not having faith in my good decision to live in what was at the time a “sketchy” neighborhood with beautiful old housing stock.
To the active, community involved urban pioneer go the spoils.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Sundays In The Park
Sundays are the only day of the week that I don’t work at some job.
It’s rare “me time.”
I do pretty much anything that strikes my fancy, which can range from actual chores to meandering over the Sunday Trib.
All and all I get to rejuvenate my weary work ridden soul.
Last week I told you of the sights seen as I took the CTA to pick up a few groceries.
This week’s Sunday adventure took me through Woodlawn, north to Hyde Park then west to Washington Park.
I have the luck to live in-between two of Chicago largest parks---Jackson Park on the east and Washington Park on the west.
I can see Jackson Park and golf course from my balcony. Washington Park is a jewel that I don’t get to visit too often.
Since I had plans on visiting friends that lived on the northeastern edge of Washington Park, I decided to take a rare walk instead of taking the bus.
Ever so often you need to take a two and half mile stroll to get the juices pumping.
So off I went and in about a half an hour I was crossing 60th and Cottage Grove about to enter into Washington Park.
It’s easy to forget what a wonderful city I live in but also what jaw dropping, interesting cultural and civic jewels that are within walking distance.
This is what I saw yesterday:
The amazing “Fountains of Time” sculpture whose reflecting pool is finally being renovated
A statute of Gotthold Ephraim Lessing by the Dusable Museum
A community of the chatty and brightly colored Monk Parakeets at the corner of 54th and Cottage Grove
I stood there and watched our feathered South American imports talk amongst themselves and fly between their huge duplexed nests.
I hate to sound like a dork but it was so cool.
Think about it---birds that lived in South America got out in Chicago almost 40 years ago are somehow able to survive and breed in a completely hostile climate.
From what I could tell they have communities within the Monk Parakeet community.
There were groups of nests at 54th & Cottage, then another group at 52nd and Payne.
They are relatively easy to spot with the leaves not on the trees. Look for huge nests---you can’t miss them.
Another interesting fact in that the parakeets can mostly be found in Chicago at Washington and Jackson Parks. They don’t seem to want to branch out en mass too far from the south side.
Perhaps the realtors selling condos should adopt a new slogan: The south side, it’s for the birds.
You can’t fool Mother Nature.
It’s rare “me time.”
I do pretty much anything that strikes my fancy, which can range from actual chores to meandering over the Sunday Trib.
All and all I get to rejuvenate my weary work ridden soul.
Last week I told you of the sights seen as I took the CTA to pick up a few groceries.
This week’s Sunday adventure took me through Woodlawn, north to Hyde Park then west to Washington Park.
I have the luck to live in-between two of Chicago largest parks---Jackson Park on the east and Washington Park on the west.
I can see Jackson Park and golf course from my balcony. Washington Park is a jewel that I don’t get to visit too often.
Since I had plans on visiting friends that lived on the northeastern edge of Washington Park, I decided to take a rare walk instead of taking the bus.
Ever so often you need to take a two and half mile stroll to get the juices pumping.
So off I went and in about a half an hour I was crossing 60th and Cottage Grove about to enter into Washington Park.
It’s easy to forget what a wonderful city I live in but also what jaw dropping, interesting cultural and civic jewels that are within walking distance.
This is what I saw yesterday:
The amazing “Fountains of Time” sculpture whose reflecting pool is finally being renovated
A statute of Gotthold Ephraim Lessing by the Dusable Museum
A community of the chatty and brightly colored Monk Parakeets at the corner of 54th and Cottage Grove
I stood there and watched our feathered South American imports talk amongst themselves and fly between their huge duplexed nests.
I hate to sound like a dork but it was so cool.
Think about it---birds that lived in South America got out in Chicago almost 40 years ago are somehow able to survive and breed in a completely hostile climate.
From what I could tell they have communities within the Monk Parakeet community.
There were groups of nests at 54th & Cottage, then another group at 52nd and Payne.
They are relatively easy to spot with the leaves not on the trees. Look for huge nests---you can’t miss them.
Another interesting fact in that the parakeets can mostly be found in Chicago at Washington and Jackson Parks. They don’t seem to want to branch out en mass too far from the south side.
Perhaps the realtors selling condos should adopt a new slogan: The south side, it’s for the birds.
You can’t fool Mother Nature.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Brazilians
Now I’m not sure how this phenomenon started but all I can say is, “It’s about time!”
The University of Chicago has managed to recruit a cadre of super hot Brazilians. Words like “Thank God” and “Yowsa!” seem to escape my lips when the thought crosses my mind.
For those of you not in the know, The University of Chicago despite its super elite academic status cannot parlay that smarts into the looks department. Now granted, earlier this week I was complaining that I myself was falling down on the job. But trust me boys and girls, I clean up well---really well.
It’s different when you have something to work with and it just needs a little tweaking vs. managing to hit your face with the springboard as you dive into the gene pool.
Which, truth be told, isn’t that much of a deal breaker.
If you have something to work with---a personality, wit, a good sense of style, basic hygiene; all of that can compensate for not so stellar looks. I mean look at the late Duchess of Windsor or Eva Peron. Both weren’t winning any beauty pageants but made the most of what they had and worked it---hard. Both are now style and cultural icons.
It has been my experience that the U of C kids are 0 for 4 on most counts.
That’s why these friggin model hot Brazilian men stick out like sore thumbs.
They’re tall, they’re dark mysterious men of color, they’ve got great teeth, they’re beautiful and most of all they can hold an honest to God conversation. On top of that can you believe that they’re smart enough to get into U of C?
I mean I know all of those kids are gonna be my boss someday but at least I took comfort in the fact that I was socially superior. Now I’m not too sure if they keep on getting the hotties to come to Hyde Park.
My first encounter with the hot Brazilians was when I was hoping on the bus on a Friday evening a few weeks ago. We were both caught in the rainstorm but only one of us had their shirt on.
I hate when ridiculously hot bodied men come up to me in bus shelter and ask my permission to take their shirts off. The only thing I could think was…”Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me in a million years…”
That’s when I knew this bus ride was NOT going to suck. Plus he was impressed that I knew Brazilians spoke Portuguese, not Spanish.
I’m sure he would have been more impressed if my makeup had not been washed off in the rain.
45 minutes of wit and pleasant conversation made the usually torturous ride fly by in what seemed like seconds. Alas, he had to exit at 55th and Hyde Park Blvd. I continued on to Woodlawn.
Heavy sighs all the way around.
The University of Chicago has managed to recruit a cadre of super hot Brazilians. Words like “Thank God” and “Yowsa!” seem to escape my lips when the thought crosses my mind.
For those of you not in the know, The University of Chicago despite its super elite academic status cannot parlay that smarts into the looks department. Now granted, earlier this week I was complaining that I myself was falling down on the job. But trust me boys and girls, I clean up well---really well.
It’s different when you have something to work with and it just needs a little tweaking vs. managing to hit your face with the springboard as you dive into the gene pool.
Which, truth be told, isn’t that much of a deal breaker.
If you have something to work with---a personality, wit, a good sense of style, basic hygiene; all of that can compensate for not so stellar looks. I mean look at the late Duchess of Windsor or Eva Peron. Both weren’t winning any beauty pageants but made the most of what they had and worked it---hard. Both are now style and cultural icons.
It has been my experience that the U of C kids are 0 for 4 on most counts.
That’s why these friggin model hot Brazilian men stick out like sore thumbs.
They’re tall, they’re dark mysterious men of color, they’ve got great teeth, they’re beautiful and most of all they can hold an honest to God conversation. On top of that can you believe that they’re smart enough to get into U of C?
I mean I know all of those kids are gonna be my boss someday but at least I took comfort in the fact that I was socially superior. Now I’m not too sure if they keep on getting the hotties to come to Hyde Park.
My first encounter with the hot Brazilians was when I was hoping on the bus on a Friday evening a few weeks ago. We were both caught in the rainstorm but only one of us had their shirt on.
I hate when ridiculously hot bodied men come up to me in bus shelter and ask my permission to take their shirts off. The only thing I could think was…”Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me in a million years…”
That’s when I knew this bus ride was NOT going to suck. Plus he was impressed that I knew Brazilians spoke Portuguese, not Spanish.
I’m sure he would have been more impressed if my makeup had not been washed off in the rain.
45 minutes of wit and pleasant conversation made the usually torturous ride fly by in what seemed like seconds. Alas, he had to exit at 55th and Hyde Park Blvd. I continued on to Woodlawn.
Heavy sighs all the way around.
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