Almost everybody, everywhere has been throwing the line “ain’t nobody got time for that” around like there’s no tomorrow. Having been oblivious to such phenomenons (I was late with Gangam Style too), I never really got it.
Until now…
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Michigan State University – College of Law
Georgia State University Law Review, Forthcoming
MSU Legal Studies Research Paper No. 10-03
Abstract:
This Article advocates the municipal encouragement and maintenance of diversity, specifically the inclusion of sexual minorities, through changes in the traditional application of the forms of land use regulation. Bringing together previously distinct conversations about the societal goals of land use planning and the social value placed on diversity by increasing numbers of consumer voters, the Article draws on New Urbanism and Richard Florida’s concept of the creative class to argue that the presence in a municipality of a visible, accepted, and integrated LGBTQ community signifies and stimulates not only the social but the fiscal health of that municipality. Building on and distinguishing the historical development of naturally occurring gayborhoods, this Article suggests a rationale and mechanisms for encouraging the growth of such communities. Land use regulation is one means by which a diversity-sensitive municipality can establish marginal advantages over otherwise similarly situated municipalities; in a society offering a wide variety of choices to members of the creative class, this competitive advantage is significant.
It is Saturday morning in Saint Joseph, MO, and I’m pondering the virtues of the day. It’s St. Patrick’s Day parade day, by all accounts – but I’m not exactly sure what that means.
According to Wikipedia, its origin is religious (Catholic, really), so folks are supposed to go to church. It is also a feast to celebrate the end of Lenten restrictions, so folks should eat stuff. It is also a celebration of Irish culture – hence the green, the corned beef, and the cabbage.
Having had corned beef and cabbage for lunch yesterday – and still experiencing a feint tickle on the tip of my tongue – I think I’ll pass on more of the same, thank you very much.
From what I can tell, though, it seems today is pretty much going to revolve around coloring sh!t green, and booze.
*yawn*
Am I being over analytical? Is it a better idea to go out and give this parade a shot? Or am I just going to be faced with drunks in green?
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Living in a historic neighborhood is turning out to be the most fun I’ve had in ages! Joining the Museum Hill Neighborhood Association was just what the doctor ordered.
Some of the neighbors got together this morning, for a walk around the neighborhood. After yesterday’s delicious decadence at the Gothic House, I definitely needed the exercise! So I got up, dressed up, and stepped up. And boy, am I glad I did!! We walked quite a bit more than I thought we would, but it was so much fun!! I got to meet new neighbors, chat with neighbors I already know, and learn quite a bit in the process.
Here are some of the pictures I snapped along the way:
… it snowed! After driving home (ever so carefully), I tried parking the car in the carriage house. The angles are way too tight, though, and I’m nut sure about the car’s width – so I stopped it in front of the house, as always. But at around 11PM, a city truck came down the street, honking at each intersection. It did this three times. Anticipating a Snow Route-plow (or Armageddon), I moved the car to the side street. Nobody else did anything. I’m such a sucker.
Anyhoo, come 3AM, Luscious decides to pull a Houdini, and opens the doggie-gate barring my room. I was too cold to shoo her back to their bedroom, but I did manage a peep outside. Nothing. That silly truck driver must’ve been drunk and joyriding.
This morning, all is covered in a thin layer of snow, and I can see my breath in my study. The wind is seriously affecting my sense of coziness…
I’m rambling, aren’t I. Bugger.
Happy Thursday everyone!
