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In 1897, a wealthy American businessman named Horace Dobbins began construction on a private, for-profit bicycle superhighway that would stretch from Pasadena to downtown Los Angeles. It may seem like a preposterous notion now—everyone knows Angelenos don’t get out of their cars—but at the time, amidst the height of a pre-automobile worldwide cycling boom, the idea attracted the attention of some hugely powerful players. And it almost got built.
Bike-loving white people have been trying to ruin Highland Park for more than a century I guess.
(via urbnfutr)

In the twenty-first century, billionaires donate money toward basic public infrastructure rather than charity or culture.
What a shitty attitude. It’s unclear what the problem is here : banners ? bus lanes ? metro stations ? people on bicycles ? street trees and planted medians ? Or then is it the whole ensemble and what it connotes ? I don’t visit Brentwood often (except the Italian consulate, a long time ago) but I don’t think it has any of these things, except, maybe, planted medians and banners. We think of NIMBYism as rich people resisting public amenities because they are worried about the value of their property, but what happens when the resentment is reversed and one resists public amenities because they might signify gentrification ? First the bike lanes and then, presumably, the hipsters astride their bicycles arrive en masse and, you know, there goes the neighborhood. All the opposition is to the image rather than the actual good that things like bus lanes can do for real people. I’ve never understood the instinct of preservation here because there really isn’t anything worthwhile to keep and there will always people who are nostalgic for the city as it was just before you arrived. Golden ages are illusions, omnia mutantur, and I live across the street from a lovely park in Silver Lake, with nicely maintained plantings and a pondful of loud, happy ducks, but there is a tall iron fence around the whole thing and no one is allowed in because people might enjoy the park too much or something.
In other news, today is my one year anniversary of leaving Paris and I’ve never lived in a city as conservative and determined to be miserable as Los Angeles.
The fourth and let’s pray final AT&T technician just left and, even though I think my apartment is internet-cursed, it’s a beautiful morning and I can watch the ducks in the reservoir from my bedroom and I don’t hate Los Angeles very much right now.
« Les gens de Los Angeles aiment à croire qu’ils sont dans la ville d’avenir. C’est plutôt la ville du présent… Si vous voulez vous représenter ce à quoi ressembleront bientôt non point le cœur mais la couronnes suburbaine de Paris, de Londres, même de Moscou, quels sont les problèmes qui risquent de s’y poser, ce qui nous attend, ce qui nous menace, il faut aller à Los Angeles. »










