Tuesday, August 30, 2016

What is Springfield Missouri like?


I partially grew up there and, recognizing that mileages may vary and not everyone’s experience will echo mine, let me tell you: Springfield MO is one of my least favorite towns that I have ever lived in.

The problems are many.
  • While there are some nice residential areas, particularly around the university(MSU), the rest of it is either McMansions, bungalow style housing or older houses.

    Which could, in theory be nice, except Springfield has willfully turned it’s back on the entire northern third of town. That is where I grew up.

    It was the poorer side of town even then, but nowadays it is really bad and clearly has seen better days. Some of the houses on the North Side are kept up but the others are decrepit sad hulks with weedy gardens, ancient buckling sidewalks…there is no doubt that the richer south, who probably supplies most of the politicians have absolutely abandoned the northern third.

    Though, to their credit, they have made an effort to rehabilitate the old center with it’s square. When I was growing up it was practically a collection of shells with windows. Nowadys, there is a pretty vibrant night life, but I have to stress it is mostly for college kids, when it comes to bars. The center is not that interesting but it’s better than it was when I was a kid.
Being a college kid there would probably be fun, actually. There are a good amount of bars and the area around the college is nice.
  • When it comes to the business zones, each corner on one of the more trafficked thoroughfares is practically indistinguishable from the next. It is a town of endlessstrip malls and blocky office buildings. They go for MILES AND MILES AND MILES. Dollar stores and fast food joints sprout from every corner like neon-lit fungi.

    Worse are the loan agencies. I’ve never seen a town with so many offices offering cheap loans. That ought to give you an idea of the how fucked up and ultimately mean spirited and ugly the soul of Springfield is.
  • It is chock full of churches. There are churches everywhere there. Until recently every church had it’s sign out front, usually with a highly negative “fire and brimstone” message on it: Like: If you don’t believe you will burn! That kind of thing. Thankfully, that kind of message has faded a bit in the last decade or so but it was a big thing that really struck me on a visit there in 2000.

    But the people are very much a church-going folk. The Assembly of God has it’s headquarters there — it’s literally the goddamn Vatican of the Assembly of God church. They are the ones that speak in tongues and roll around on the floor babbling insanely during their service. My little brother got beaten up by a cop for calling them hypocrites one Sunday noon, and the cop told my brother: “"Who is the judge going to believe, me or you?”" when my brother protested.
  • Springfield is one of the few towns I’ve ever been afraid to walk around in at night. Oh, there is no gang warfare or even significant minority population (the blacks all fled the place after a flurry of lynchings in the 1930s); forgive the allusion to sterotype: My point is it is pretty common in a racist society like the USA to blame high rates of violent crime on minorities, especially blacks/African Americans. Springfield proves the sterotype to be bullshit, actually) The actual murder rate is twice the national average there! Correction(Originally, I thought it was probably at about the average, but I was told I was 'giving Springfield too much credit.' And I looked at the statistics and was surprised to learn that it was much higher than average.)

     No, the violence comes from either farm boys from outlying villages that come to the ‘'Big City’'’ to “beat up fags”, or from weird white trash meth types who are secret homosexuals and want to beat you up for it. Nowadays the North Side might be more danger
  • As I mentioned, there is no real racial diversity there, which one can miss coming from a bigger city. Springfield misses so much for that.

     There are a few black people descended from the few brave enough to stay in the face of the ferocious racism of the early twentieth century, all pretty much concentrated in one smallish section in the north-center of the city; and there are a fair amount of Vietnamese who came or are descended from refugees that came to Fort Whatever in Arkansas during the War.

    They have all pretty much opened Asian/Thai/Chinese restaurants — so if you like Asian takeaway, it is truly a paradise.
  • In fact, there are a lot of good restaurants in general in Springfield. Far more good restaurants per capita than most Midwestern towns. This is a bit curious. A friend of mine once told me that his theory was that there just was nothing else to do there but go out to eat. Of course, all of the restaurants cater to the mild palette of the average Midwesterner: nothing too spicy or exotic. Still, you can find some good stuff. And what else are you going to do?
  • WalMart absolutely rules the town. They ought to rename it Walmart, Missouri. Not only are Super Walmarts ubiquitous, there is one that literally was an entire damn mall when I was growing up. Now it’s like a HUGE GARGANTUAN Wal-Mart.

    I like going there just so my jaw drops at the ridiculous bigness of it all. There were even Wal-Mart grocery stores, slowly squeezing the life out of other grocery stores. they are all chains themselves anyway, but a variety of chains is still better than a monopoly.

    Still there are a a lot of Mom and Pop establishments there, as well. I reckon a small business owner can do all right there.
  • The library sort of illustrates everything I hate about Springfield. It was recently moved from the old centre(southsiders are afraid to visit the North side of town, absolutely irrationally terrifed. They built a new very, very nice building on the Southernmost part of town with no bus access so no undesirables can visit. (Correction: while this was true when it was first opened(I read a news story about it in the Springfield News-Leader) apparently this has been corrected and the library is accessible by bus.)

    They must have put millions of dollars into this beautiful building. The funny thing is, you go in this place and there are no more books than the old main library had when I was a kid. Why not, you know, buy some books with those millions? They try so hard to be a CITY by making this big modern library but they don't give enough of a shit REALLY to buy any goddamn books. I'm sure the librarians would have it different: make no mistake it's the politicians who make these decisions. 
  • The bus system. Oh my god. I mean, it is mostly used by the homeless and the disabled, so I guess I am glad there is something but it is next to worthless. It can take hours to get to your destination and you WILL have to change buses. Heck, you might as well walk most of the time. Bottom line is, don’t live there without a car. You will not survive a season.
  • The summers are pretty hot and humid. Mosquitoes abound. Bugs in general thrive in the hot almost-jungle-like climate.
  • I will say, while most of the people there are frighteningly conservative(some have even told me they wish to see slavery reinstituted) the people who are a little more intelligent and different do exhibit a wry sense of ironic humor that is probably lost on your average Ozarker. But most of them end up getting out.
  • They also have some big fishing supply shop for outdoorsmen. If you like shopping for fishing poles and camping gear(and I actually do enjoy camping) Bass-Pro is heaven on earth. Sprinfieldians are very proud of it.
  • People are so bored there that high school sports are totally revered. Seriously, the newspaper is FULL of reports of high school football games, not only in Springfield but in every village within a one hundred mile radius. I think that is something you don’t see in larger towns.
  • AS far as culture; yes, there is a symphony; there is a theatre. But let’s not kid ourselves. It IS provincial. But it would be false to say that there wasn’t there. I suppose there are a fair number of decent bar bands there, as well—music is something that America in general is good at. But if you want real country music, you really have to go to Branson which is an hour or so away.
  • Outside of town there are quite picturesque highlands of the Ozarks. And Arkansas is not too far away and the highlands there —I refuse to say mountains— are really beautiful.
  • There is nothing that Springfield doesn’t have (except for an Apple Store—the nearest ones are Oklahoma City, Kansas City or St.Louis) and if you have a good salary and a good job, love Jesus and are your typical conservative American, I daresay that it’s highly livable—not much different from living in suburbia anywhere, I reckon.
  • If you are poor or ‘'’geo-sensitive”, naturally different, or liberal, it is a crushing, brutally sad town. My life instantly improved when I left at 18. Instantly! Everytime I return I enjoy seeing my family but I don’t think I could ever live there. I am getting depressed just thinking about it.
Addendum: Of course I've glossed over some of the good things in Springfield: the parks for example are pretty great. And apparently there are bike trails that one can follow that have been built in the last decade or so. 

 And Fall is a lovely time of year, as is Spring. I was also accused of writing 'flat-out lies' in this blog entry. That is not at all true, though there were two inaccuracies--which I've since corrected.


Written August 30; corrected August 31st

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Thursday, August 25, 2016

The dirtiest toilet I've ever seen -- a reflection


It was in Italy.
First of all, many of the toilets in Italy are what I believe are termed ‘'Turkish-style”, meaning that they are little more than holes in the floor where one sqats to, ahem, do one’s business.
Some of the Turkish style toilets that I saw were quite clean, but not all of them. 

Anyway, I have to admit that I am not a fan of the Turkish style toilet at all. Perhaps if I had grown up using them, they would be perfectly fine; but it’s hard not to worry about the hygenic factor when faced with an unfamiliar toilet.
ON my way North,, from our holiday in Italy, not too far from the Austrian/Italian border,where we stayed in a village near Lago di Garda and had a wonderful time, I stopped at a filling station to fill the tank of our car and to, uh...empty...the other tank.

There was a line leading out of the foul-smelling building in which the toilets were housed. I patiently waited. I saw people leaving the toilets with looks of disgust on their face. I put it down to the smell, which was unusually rank,  but mentally prepared myself for the possiblity that the toilet would be a little dirty. (It wouldn’t have been the first dirty toilet I had seen in Italy.)
But nothing prepared me for what was there. Not a lifetime of hardship and toil. Not an impoverished childhoold or a roach-infested childhood home; not a decade of school lunches.
YOu see, the Turkish style toilet’s drain was, apparently, clogged. And there was a MOUNTAIN. A MOUNTAIN of…shit. Piled high. Nearly a meter high. Maybe higher, I don't now. It's not like a measured it.

Like a child’s painstakingly-crafted clay model of a volcano. A lovely shade of reddish brown, gleaming under the warm yellow lights.
Rivulets of watery shit were running across the floor. You had no choice but to walk  on this disgusting surface. Through the soles of my shoes, as  I gingerly tread upon the surface, I could feel the grainy texture of it all.
Squatting over the clogged drain was not really a possibility. At least for me. Perhaps an exceedingly tall man could have managed it, if he spread his legs really wide.
So, you kind of had to, you know, stand in front and squat and, you know, drop your… boulders... on the side of this…mountain.
And pray that your actions didn’t start an avalanche.
Now, normally I would have walked out and just gone at the next opportunity. But I really, really had to go. You know how it is when you are on the road.
When I came out, my girlfriend, seeing the shock and horror on my face, asked me what was wrong. I told her I didn’t want to talk about it.
It was two years before the trauma had sufficiently faded to the point where I could talk about this.
Otherwise, it was a lovely holiday. WE went back two years later to Lago di Garda, but the magic had gone.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

ASOIAF: Why is Daenerys so arrogant?


Feel free to disagree, but Daenerys I think has become so stuck up and entitled and greedy and obsessed with herself. In season 1 she was meek but in season 2 after losing Drogo her arrogance and greediness shot through the roof. She is downright a popinjay. Period. In season 3 she was even worse.

I really feel her arrogance is overstated. And why should she have remained the ‘'meek fuck puppet” of the first book, anyway? On one level she is a woman — if you can call a fifteen year old a woman — who was dealt a deck and made the best of it.
I will never understand why people are so eager to stuff these major characters in the villain box in a series that prides itself on not taking sides. Is it so that, when Daenerys inevitably destroys a bunch of shit they can say “I told you so?” Is it that a half-century’s worth of ‘hero’ stories stuffed down our throats by Hollywood means that people can no longer differentiate tragedy from mere heroic drama? Or maybe it’s just overcompensation for the show and it’s watchers’ near - deification of Dany. Or perhaps it has something to do with Emilia Clarke’s performance.
Daenerys is flawed is what she is. As far as her ‘arrogance’ and ‘entitlement’ goes she is certainly no worse than the other kings and queens in this book. And she has been through worse than quite a lot of them.
Her feeling that she has a right to Westeros is no different, really, than Tyrion feeling he has the legal right to Casterly Rock; or that Ned feeling he had the legal right to Winterfell after Brandon died. It’s no different that Robert Baratheon feeling like he had the right to usurp the throne when, in his minds, the unwritten contract between King and subject was violated by Rhaegar and Aerys; and then taking the crown. No different from Stannis feeling that he has the right despite the fact that a bastard is sitting on the throne.
Dany at no time has ever felt that she had the right to sweep in and that the throne would be just given to her. That’s utter nonsense. It’s not at all supported by the text. That would be arrogant.
On the contrary, since as early as the first book, she’s known that she had to TAKE it by force. In fact, she spends the better part of TWO books trying to gather an army that would allow her to do just that.
And Dany, although, no, she doesn’t always display the best judgement and she is certainlyNOT a great political thinker (Was Robert? Is Stannis? Really? Joffrey? Renly? Cersei? really? They are all totally flawed), does have some qualities that do recommend her:
  • she’s got otherworldly charisma
  • she’s got exceptional courage
  • she acts outside the box.
Now, she is backed up with dragons and that does separate her from the others: she is much, much more dangerous than Stannis, say, and she is NOT afraid to use her incredible powers of destruction(reliant on the dragons, mind) to, well, destroy.
Without the dragons she is little more than a young girl in over her head.This point is made continually.
And I’m like, “No shit.”
And also ‘'So what?”
As to when she metamorphosed from meek sex slave to “arrogant” Dragon Queen(would people really rather she’d just accepted her place as Drogo’s fuck-puppet?) it was a process that has actually gone back and forth.
  1. The first step was on the way to the Dothraki sea, after having a dream about becoming a dragon. After that she took charge of Khal Drogo and became more than just his sex slave. She became his equal, almost.

    She callused up outside and inside.
  2. When she gained the dragons she gained a purpose. Again after a weird, prophetic dragon dream. She emerged from a fire unscathed with dragons under a brand new red comet. I mean, come on. Who isn’t going to interpret that as some weird destiny? Seriously. You think you go through something like that and are just like: OK, now it’s time for me to be meek and go to Vaes Dothrak and live with the rest of the Dosh Khaleen. Poor, poor Drogo.
  3. When her stint as the Beggar Queen in Qarth failed and she promised herself that she was no longer going to beg for help and was just going to take it(which she did at Jorah Mormont’s strong urgings.)
  4. Then she backpedaled and seemed to try to sweep her power under the rug in Meereen, and become a ‘'good ruler” with less than stellar results, after realizing that she had made a huge mess in Astapor. (Which she did: so what was she supposed to do after th emess is already made? Give up and head for Vaes Dothrak to do needlepoint for the rest of her days? Like a ‘'’meek woman” should?
  5. The end of A Dance with Dragons shows her committing once again to Fire and Blood philosophy that, really, has been the only thing that worked for her.
In short, she is no more entitled or arrogant than any other leader, with the exception of Jon Snow(who was elected and earned his position) and maybe Davos —and, from the end of A Storm of Swords on, I would say Stannis is increasingly trying to earn his crown, too.
But that doesn’t amount to a hill of beans. The idea that a king deserves a crown in the ridiculously disfunctional political system of Westeros is, to some extent, ludicrous.
Again, she’s no more entitled than anyone else: she is just more dangerous.
Now, that doesn’t mean that Daenerys is NOT going to fuck shit up when she gets to Westeros. Fucking shit up is what Dany does.

ASOIAF: Why has Jon Snow garnered so much more support in comparison with the more controversial Daenerys?

Saturday, August 13, 2016

ASOIAF: Why does Ygritte feel personally betrayed Jon Snow and consequently become hostile?


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Over time, Jon's sojourn with the Wildlings was a real revelation to him. He realized that they weren't the monolithic barbarian culture that he'd seen them as all his life.He came to understand that there were good Wildlings and bad ones, honorable Wildlings and scumbags, noble Wildlings and criminals.He understood that they loved and lived, had passions and fears and stories and histories.
He respected that.
He also fell in love with Ygritte, the woman he had spared from beheading.
Ygritte saw Jon slowly become — or almost become — one of them. She understood what was going on with him. And she also took pride in turning him. It was her — crooked-toothed, red-headed Ygritte — her love-making, her humor, her ego that changed a crow, the son of some Great Southron Lord, into one of the Free Folk.
She loved his shyness and his earnestness and she respected his hardihood and his fighter.
Then he refused to kill the man. And fled. Killed another Wildling. And she understood.
Jon lied to her. Jon was lying to her from the beginning. Not only in words, but in action. He became one of them. Not just to survive. But to learn their secrets and report to his superiors.
When he rejected the Wildling culture, he rejected her.
(And it was a conscious, planned rejection, too. He knew he'd have to do it someday and when the time came, he did it.)
Ygritte realized it was never her. It was always them. The crows.
Her "love conquers all" narrative clashed with his "doomed love" narrative, which was was what was playing in his head. The clash of these two different love stories pretty much fueled the whole relationship and kept them going at it in the sleeping bags night and day.
And her love story ended up getting completely shattered: it was a sham all along. So to her, he’d had her. He’d used her.
Jon Snow's narrative was the ultimate winner. He alone had the keys to the information that made her narrative impossible.
He learned from her. And he dumped her. And he had been planning to do it all along.
And then he rides off North to Castle Black, to betray their whole mission and doom it and them, including her, to death at the hands of the Black Crows.
So she shot him.