Love Chile Pies!
One of the things I miss about San Diego is the ability to ignore ComiCon while getting my drink on the Turf Club. But once upon a time, it was a good way to find rare back issues of "comics," and maybe listen to an illustration panel.
Such a great idea, and a great article. BTW, I lived on U (between 17th and 18th) in the 80s. The "14th Street Corridor" was a stretch of abandoned buildings and leveled blocks. The only two legitimate businesses nearby were Ben's Chili Bowl and some poetry cafe where Lydia Lunch did some readings. The corner of 14th and U had upwards of 100 people milling about 24 hours a day, offering product. Gentrification has displaced a lot of people, but it also restored blocks that looked like photos of Dresden.
@Safari I was only being partly facetious. The Hexayurt movement outside of burning man is about creating affordable, durable housing for the needy. And they can be built non-traditionally for a whole less.
@Kclaw That simile is the best thing I've read in a while. I can't wait until Alexandra's next bodice-ripper.
You can save a lot on costs by building your own hexayurt, which you'll see at Burning Man, usually constructed of reflective housing insulation.
Didn't Argentina peg the peso to the dollar in 90s?
@leafyseadragon I’m sorry you read that into my comment. I don't know you, and my comments weren't focused on anyone but the author. FWIW, I don’t live in a binary world where if one is not one thing, then one is the dialectical opposite.
As a Brooklyner, I kind of bristle at the call to shop at "ethnic" grocery stores, which seems like some kind of a fragile species existing outside the normal ecosystem. My portion of South Brooklyn is largely composed of, well, everyone. So that means the three groceries at the end of my block are a Korean natural foods store, an Italian butcher and grocery, and a Mexican fancy food boutique. Which of those three certifies as "most ethnic?" Because there is nothing else to patronize (with an emphasis on "Patron.") The most famous butchers and groceries in my nabe are run by Italians, Germans, Syrians and Lebanese. Should I patronize these - relatively speaking - big box stores?
While a powerful and sad story, it's inspiring that Ms. Pederson endures. It's always amazing when people outlast their crazy families. A close friend should have never survived growing up with a bipolar father with dangerous, get-rich-quick-schemes-of-the-week and without the attention span to buy groceries or pay the heating bill. He went onto Cornell and a masters and a great career. So I'm sure the smart and agile learn from their parents' mistakes.