detroit rancid I hit the ground to make a sound 010725 ... kiss army bird rock city 010725 ... arinna it's the d in detroit that scares me to no end 010725 ... epitome of incomprehensibility I know there's been problems with people leaving and with poverty, but why do the people in charge think that turning off water would even remotely be a good thing to do? At least, Watchdog says that's been happening: http://turnthewateron.dailykos.com/?code=demandprogress 140826 ... raze here's the movement electronic music festival, back to say, "hey, do you have chronic sleep issues? did you just put a herculean effort into getting back on normal hours? well, fuck you. have fun trying to sleep through this sunday and monday night. good luck staying on normal hours now." thanks a million, detroit. if you were a person, i'd punch you right in the mouth. 160530 ... ovenbird Sometimes we would drive through Detroit. Maybe we were going to the zoo. Maybe to a concert. I can’t really recall. What I remember is the encompassing darkness of the tunnel and my terror at being under water in a steel and concrete tube. I could feel the river above me. Fourteen meters of water and no chance of swimming to the surface. When we emerged onto the streets of the downtown core, mom and dad would make us roll up our windows and lock the doors. This was a different world from the one I made my home in. Here people had guns and they weren’t at all unlikely to use them. When dad was a child he stood by the river and listened to gunshots carrying over that mile of water from the ongoing race riots. He watched the fires burning. And so we locked our doors and I would slump down in my seat hoping that any bullets aimed at my window would pass over my head. As we drove down the highway I would lift my eyes enough to see the corpses of abandoned houses collapsing into a heap of forgotten history. Detroit was a troubled neighbour, a shadow of itself. But I could see the vestiges of its culture and elegance. Its architectural marvels, its cathedrals, its theatres. In the early summer we sat safely on the grass on the Canadian side of the river. We watched the Hudson’s Fireworks light up the sky. All that explosive fire was reflected in the mirrored surface of the Renaissance Center. I could lie on my back and let lightning rain down around me. Now two of the Renaissance Center towers are slated for demolition as General Motors is moving its headquarters elsewhere. Detroit is still struggling to realize its past glory. The whole world is crumbling, it seems. I want to bring my children home in June one year to see the fireworks, before even that shared celebration, spanning two countries, is something we only read about in books. 260324 what's it to you? who go blather from