Archive for August, 2008

a wind mill community

Posted in Uncategorized on August 18, 2008 by staticity

All over upper N.Y. wind mills are planted along open land and private land for the rush of ‘new energy.’ Something to fight gas prices, alternate energy, and create hope. Unfortunately, many of the communities in norther N.Y. do not feel this way.

The wind mill companies are tearing apart communities. Activists against the wind milling (because of noise and the corruption of work and bribery that goes along with aquiring the land for wind mills) have become quietly threatened in the process. One activist found her car windowshield smashed twice since the wind mill corruption.  Land sells for tens of thousands and some people want to get in on it while the economy is not quite booming.

One wind mill activist says that the neighborhoods suspect when someone has suddenly been able to buy a few new tractors whether they have made deals with the wind mill company.  One person helped a wind mill company find land and was seen stepping into a wind company car and recieving a package and then stepping aboard the company workforce another week later.

is it worth it? at what cost?


tale of two cities

Posted in Uncategorized on August 13, 2008 by staticity

Tonight was a night I wouldn’t have thought about a few years ago. It was one of those nights with the crickets blowing so hard you’d thinkt hey were horns.  I went over to M.s house for a night out.  She called a few friends from high school over and all of the sudden things were moving. in all different shapes and colors and music was leaking in like a slug crawling around in the garden. Where we all sat facing each other in a circle as we drank under giant bushes and the overgrown trees of the country.  We could smell things like flowers.

The guys insisted we come to a rap club in a bar downtown. After rushing to put on layers of intricatly decorated makeup. We dashed into a car on loose sandals and elegant skirts, being whisked away by a busted ford. The car swirved in and out of Main street with loud blasting bass vibrating from under our seats. The street lights blurred into a mix of street stores stocking naked product. Empty. Into the lot across from the bar.

The scene was rich college kids, dancing to rap with beer bottles raised above them. Swaying hips and leaning back into the man behind them.  The rapper spun inside of a dimly lit tent while the smokers stayed outside. I was caught outside. Smiling across from someone I remembered from when I was sixteen.

“Hey John.”

He leans over the elevated bar stool and rests his elbows.

“Hey! What are you doing out here? I heard you…” A hand floats above the table, “moved out of town.”

“Yeah, I’m back for awhile I suppose.”  A ”public” fountain pooled out from the outside bar, no pennies gleaming below.  He told me he would jump in.  Don’t forget the pennies.

I remember the night on bellmont st. in an apartment with pink and red painted walls. The rest had tapestries hanging from the kitchen where the wine was stretched out in bottles and bottles. I was laying on the couch in my tutu, drinking wine and singing along with the jazz.  We hooked up and I disappeared around four. A month later he showed up as my substitute teacher.  John from Millers. Mr. M from high school.

We had a few beers before the sway of people smoothed over the bar. Here was someone from middle school. Here was another person who sold M and I coke. Here was another person from Western High. The shuffle of over played smiles and shrugged hips in the southern country-club way. Yes, and I would like another cigarette.

An over friendly couple of guys remember M. and I from awhile ago and give us long hugs with stretching hands down our backs and sides.

“Can I buy you a beer?”

I used to think city guys were so sleazy because they weren’t polite. M. and I decide to walk back to my house that’s not too far from downtown. We disappear gracefully and cautiously hugging old friends and quickly scurry downtown.

M. says she forgot we were passing the ghetto to get to my house. I look around, but there’s nothing but big houses with color slopped on the side of them. Telephone poles running farther and farther down the street and the city people sitting on their stoops.  We walk down the three blocks while an odd taxi drives past us twice. Once going up. Once going back down. His lights slowly pass with glowing eyes.


Posted in Uncategorized on August 12, 2008 by staticity

Today I heard something that bothered me quite a bit.  A high school in Charlottesville has a school sports team for girls volleyball. My cousin was on this team. Apparently to be a ‘part of the team’ they had to go through initiation. This involved rolling around in ketchup while people took pictures at the new team players and laughed at them. The same cousin wants to join a sorority for college.

I think if you want to be humiliated to be accepted in a social club when you’re in college, that’s your own business, however, when it becomes a ‘team thing’ in high school, that is getting a bit ridiculous.  If the team is supported by a high school, then the coach should not allow this to be going on. Especially when the parents called the coach and told her that this was happening and yet it continues. I understand that a coach may not be able to stop what happens on the girls’ own time, but to condone it or look the other way is not only sending the wrong message for high schoolers, but it also allows this kind of humiliating behavior to exist at an age where acceptance is extremely important. The most important thing in the world is not acceptance and as we grow older we understand this, but to impressionable teenagers (and sometimes college kids or people in their early twenties) this is a struggle to understand.

What do you think about initiation? for it? against it? kids own decision? parents should be more involved? ….

The County Fair

Posted in insanity, interactions, life with tags , , , , on August 1, 2008 by staticity

This year the fair offers contests to amuse city dwellers and country cousins alike, from hot dog-eating competitions to husband-calling contests—-The Daily Progress

I’m not sure what a Husband Calling Contest is exactly, but it sounds like Virginia’s county fair has come to town again. If carnie’s and large women in tube tops are your thing, than bring all the funnel cake you can find and come on down for more.  The county fair made front page headline for Charlottesville’s newspaper, The Daily Progress.

Farming and living ‘off the fat of the land’ may be more of a thing of the past, however it is not extinct in the rural hollows and counties surrounding Albemarle. Many people still farm and abide by the small town living style. Some of the highlights of the fair this year consist of:

A ferris wheel

An educational talk about bees and their special spot in the food chain

Petting farm animals

Funnel Cake (of course)

Country music and Blue grass

Carnival booths

and family fun!

Do you remember the county fair when you were a kid? I’d love to hear of some memories from it, I always had lots of fun with my sisters and friends. If there’s not a lot to do where you live, a fair can be somewhat magical when the sun sets and the tilt-a-whirl is glowing neon.

miss greene county fair

miss greene county fair