Race and ethnicity: Atlanta by Eric Fischer.
I was astounded by Bill Rankin’s map of Chicago’s racial and ethnic divides and wanted to see what other cities looked like mapped the same way. To match his map, Red is White, Blue is Black, Green is Asian, Orange is Hispanic, Gray is Other, and each dot is 25 people. Data from Census 2000.
Dead Man Walking – Pedestrian fatalities per 100,000 residents. Atlanta wins! (via)
A 1910 illustration of how Atlanta’s Peachtree Street would look in 2010. The future is now! « pecanne log.
Where I live is culturally neutral. If I lived in New Orleans I’d have to embrace the local culture because it’s so good. In California you can be your own person.
Richard Thompson, in the Financial Times.
After listening to an interesting interview with Richard Florida on the “personal economics” of location, I’m not sure this is 100% why I feel so comfortable in L.A. I suspect it’s more a perfect stew of things—the autonomy/anonymity provided by a large metropolis, the proximity to likeminded souls, the insane cultural diversity and, hey, let’s not forget about the exceptional quality of Western light. But yeah, Chicago? Seattle? Portland? (Which would be a strong contender, except for that pesky light thing.) All distinctive. And maybe a little oppressive, because of it.
Warrants thought, anyway. Or maybe I’m just nuts, and really like thinking about shit like this.
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“Cultural neutrality” is just the phrase I’ve been looking for. It’s one of the reasons Atlanta has really grown on me as I’ve been able to compare it to other cities.
Fritz Lang’s Metropolis: All New Restoration. Coming to Atlanta October 1-7!
Team Coco visited Murder Kroger while in Atlanta.
Young, educated professionals and entrepreneurs in Atlanta and Nashville might be more likely to put their brains and energy into cultural industries over technology start-ups.
Urban Economics: Atlanta, the Rap and R&B Capital of the World | Music & the Entertainment Economy
Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. DNF, technically. About what I expected, only louder. I wouldn’t have screened it if it were my choice, but this was part of Atlanta’s Screen on the Green, which, this year’s mostly crappy movie selection aside (bring back TCM!), is usually nice when there are no real-life fisticuffs. Come on, Atlanta. Let’s do this right.
I needed this laugh today:
You know how it’s been around here – no one has jobs, certain people didn’t win certain elected offices so we have to treat them as private citizens, baby animals are dropping dead left and right and the AJC won’t let Mark Davis cover this so we don’t even know how to feel about the whole thing, not a single DJ in Atlanta will play Jermaine Stewart when we ask for it, we had to ride home on buses marked with red Xs a couple of weeks ago, and all the gourmet popsicles in the world can’t make us feel excited about summer because we didn’t even have time to get over spring’s runny allergy eyes before the humidity kicked in.
Tyler Cowen is going to Atlanta and asks “Where should I eat dinner tomorrow?”. Recommendations are all over the map. I’m surprised by all the recs for The Varsity and Fat Matt’s.
Municipal Market by Boyd Lewis, circa 1970. We know it today as the Sweet Auburn Curb Market on Edgewood Avenue. (via)
HWY 66, New Mexico, 2007, 5 ft x 5 ft, archival digital print by Chung Fanky Chak. I stumbled on his work at Eyedrum this weekend. I also like the five Japan prints in this project.
The ATL Pecha Kucha pleading for ATL food carts was well-received. It’s great to see a local culturo-political movement take shape in front of your eyes.
We’ve got a toehold!
Streatery hot dog carts take foot in Atlanta – Covered Dish – Atlanta Magazine
Subtlety, thy name is Metro PCS. Medical Arts Building billboard rears ugly head — again. “Building advertisements can be no larger than 200 square feet… And yes, it appears it’s just a tad bit larger than 200 square feet.”
The Great Atlanta Fire of 1917. Photographer unknown.
King Cotton March. So apparently John Philip Sousa’s ♫ King Cotton March premiered in Atlanta. It was written for the the 1895 Cotton States and International Exposition, one of a few, which took place where the lovely Piedmont Park now lies. Awesome. (via)
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