Thank God the Superbowl is over...
Febuary 6th. Its like New Years day for anti superbowl sentiments.
Beyond the gazillion dollars in security, abnoxious celebrities, and horror stories from commuters everything went off without a hitch. Now there will only be a couple weeks of everyone telling their stories of how great it was to host a big party.
A friend of mine was chosen to bartend at the Maxim party and she made $350 plus tip for working from 9pm-2am. The way that works out is that she made more money than god per hour for 6 hours. She told me about serving drinks to Jessica Alba, Tyson, one of the guys from Run DMC and other turds that come into a city and walk past a thousand people in line because the party is obviously for them.
Sure it was great to have that kind of revenue come into our area and the work the construction teams did was fantastic. But I find it amazing that they were working as hard as they were in the final moments up till the game. We have known about the game for years and there didn't seem to be a whole lot of attention till the coin toss. There is a sorry state in history when a few dozen guys with pads, uniforms and their sharpie markers in hand have more influence than the residence of a city at getting a few abandoned buildings torn down.
I finish this blog with a declaration to a single resident who tried doing the same thing. Tyre Guntrin. Tyre was the man who started the Heidelburg project on his city street with the same name. He was attempting to make a statement about the buildings which were breeding rats and crack dealers. Tyre took the garbage off the city streets and covered his neighborhood, I mean "Really covered his neighborhood" with the trash. His goal was to make everything so disgusting to the city that they would have no other choice but to come demolish the houses.
The people from the berbs loved this public display of atrosity so much that they called Tyre an artist and did everything they could to protect this project.
Tyre is dead now but his pile of trash (sorry.....art) lives on and is a legacy has inspired other people in surrounding neighborhoods to start junk piles in their own yards.
Fred Sanford would probably have an exhibit in the Guggenheim if it weren't for that damned Aunt Esther.
Monday February 6, 2006 - 04:20am (PST) Edit Delete Permanent Link 0 Comments
Febuary 6th. Its like New Years day for anti superbowl sentiments.
Beyond the gazillion dollars in security, abnoxious celebrities, and horror stories from commuters everything went off without a hitch. Now there will only be a couple weeks of everyone telling their stories of how great it was to host a big party.
A friend of mine was chosen to bartend at the Maxim party and she made $350 plus tip for working from 9pm-2am. The way that works out is that she made more money than god per hour for 6 hours. She told me about serving drinks to Jessica Alba, Tyson, one of the guys from Run DMC and other turds that come into a city and walk past a thousand people in line because the party is obviously for them.
Sure it was great to have that kind of revenue come into our area and the work the construction teams did was fantastic. But I find it amazing that they were working as hard as they were in the final moments up till the game. We have known about the game for years and there didn't seem to be a whole lot of attention till the coin toss. There is a sorry state in history when a few dozen guys with pads, uniforms and their sharpie markers in hand have more influence than the residence of a city at getting a few abandoned buildings torn down.
I finish this blog with a declaration to a single resident who tried doing the same thing. Tyre Guntrin. Tyre was the man who started the Heidelburg project on his city street with the same name. He was attempting to make a statement about the buildings which were breeding rats and crack dealers. Tyre took the garbage off the city streets and covered his neighborhood, I mean "Really covered his neighborhood" with the trash. His goal was to make everything so disgusting to the city that they would have no other choice but to come demolish the houses.
The people from the berbs loved this public display of atrosity so much that they called Tyre an artist and did everything they could to protect this project.
Tyre is dead now but his pile of trash (sorry.....art) lives on and is a legacy has inspired other people in surrounding neighborhoods to start junk piles in their own yards.
Fred Sanford would probably have an exhibit in the Guggenheim if it weren't for that damned Aunt Esther.
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