I love this. #hipsters #nowaithamsters
Growing up in Florida, I was very familiar with the idea of developers naming thier pastorally-tinged subdivisions after the natural resource that was plowed under into order to build that subdivision. A writer over at CityLab has commented on how, now that the city is the new suburb, the very same thing is happening to the vestiges of the industrial economy in the US.
I’ve noted along with many others how, in conventional suburban development, streets and housing tracts have so often been named for the flora and fauna they’ve destroyed—The Homes at Fox Run, Birch Grove Way, and so on. Now, it seems, urban developers are doing the very same thing: naming projects after the manufacturing or other functions that used to go on there—the machines that used to whir, the paychecks that were once issued. This is happening even as the ashes are still smoldering. The steel for Ink Block was in the ground only a few days after the wrecking ball laid waste to theHerald. Instant nostalgia.
The example used here is the old Boston Herald HQ. I pass this sign biking to work every day. When this much money is involved things tend to move quite quickly.
I also agree with the overnaming trand that accompanies project like this.
I also question whether cities need to name things, in general, quite so much. And not just the now-familiar SoHo-style labeling, though Sepia’s neighborhood has been dubbed “SoWa,” for south of Washington Street. I’m all for “innovation districts,” especially in second-tier, post-industrial cities. There’s certainly a tradition for this sort of thing, beginning with, in so many cities, the theatre district. Boston recently decided to name the area around the Boston Common the first-in-the-nation Literary District, due to the critical mass of libraries and other cultural amenities within the radius of a few blocks. Call me old-fashioned, but I’ll always just think of it as the part of town where you find the Boston Athenaeum and other vaunted institutions. It’s on Beacon Street. On Beacon Hill. The place doesn’t need to be located by way of a new title.
That old Herald site has some wonderful history that mirrors the changing city. It sits on the site of the former “New York streets” (read more about them here and here) that were previously plowed under to accomodate Boston’s dance with urban renewal that also clamed the old West End, Scollay Square, and the entire swath of downtown that was razed to build the Central Artery.
I could watch skaboard videos for hours. This one, flatland tricks in slow motion, is especailly good.
Meet Walter, a happy labrador that enjoys a good run before diving in the refreshing waters of Siracusa—in gorgeous Sicily.
Stop what your doing, whatch this and try as hard as you can to enjoy your weekend as much as Walter enjoys the ocean.
I’ve watched a couple episodes of this show. It’s funny and the gags they are able to make about a world of anthropomorphic animals living with people are great even though I’m still on the fence about it overall. The opening credits sequence, though, is absolutely brilliant.
Pabst was looking for a way into the current craft beer run. They went through their vault of dozens of shuttered operations and “imprints” (I’m coopting that name used by the record industry there) and came up with Ballantine’s IPA which hadn’t been brewed since the 90s—and hadn’t been in it’s original, authentic form since the 60s. What followed was an episode of CSI Millwuakee.
The question then became: How does one faithfully recreate a beer that nobody has tasted in more than forty years?
The whole story is here. It’ll be interested to see what they come up with.
Masterful trolling by the Canada… oh, Canada you used to be so affable.
and a Russian response…
except that Russia first response included the disputed regions of Abkhazia and South Ossetia (yes I had to look it up) but was quickly pulled down and replaced with the more diplomatically correct version above with that arae in pink & yellow stripes.
As a couple of folks have mentioned, I’m all for the replacement of bombs with international throwing of shade on Twitter.