I was opening files and this Skype chat between MJ and I came up. We were in the same city, yes, but in different houses, late at night (noooo we didn’t have a fight… it’s a loooong story… to be told another time) We had a deadline on an article we had been asked to write for our good friends at the Good Life Magazine so we both got on skype…
You won’t see a post like this every day on this blog, no sir
Chat History with
Created on 2006-12-07 22:51:33.
- so we’re working remotely for this article. the beuty and the beast of technology
- how are we to maintain a physical community with this?
- it would be a long story to explain why we are not doing this in person, but it IS related to housing
- or not
- ok the absence of housing then
- well maybe it is also the absence of the ability for most to be “neighbors” these days or maybe that is a little to harsh
- I liked your perception of the fence around our house, I’m going to paste it here
- it is a beautiful metophor
- a physical thing
- a real thing
- Our current house has a low chain link fence around the back yard. You know the type, the one your parents put up to keep the family dog from getting into their friend’s–read neighbors–yard and digging up the tomatoes. The fence dad would lean on while talking to Mr. Jones. The fence where Mrs. Jones would trade mom some tomatoes for zucchini. Well this fence of ours, has gates in it to the neighbors’ yards. Imagine that. Openings to my neighbors’yards. A gesture to the sense of community right there in my own back yard.
But these gates are covered with vines and have been wired shut. When? Why? What a beautiful thing those gates are.
(this is a goo “last line)I wonder if my neighbors would like some Squash?
- is that goo or good?
- maybe we should skip the IM thing and go home and get in bed
- I like the tactile part
- ok back to the article
- double arts
- somehow I think that the point you make about community is also related to “truth”
- that should be double rats
- or double star