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"…the green lawns and big corner lots were isolating, the housework seemed to fill the time available, and polio and small pox were replaced by depression and alcoholism." — Anna Quindlen, introduction to Friedan’s Feminine Mystique

"Madness is a radical brwak from power in the form of disconnection. … A politics of desire would see loneliness and depression as the first things to go. … If desire is repressed, it is because every position of desire, no matter how small, is capable of calling into question the established order of a society" Michael Focault in preface to Deleuze and Guattari Anti-Oedipus

The origins of Canal St, NY, NY

For many years after the initial settlement of lower Manhattan, Fresh Water Pond acted as a source of potable water for the growing colonial city. As the city grew, however, the pond started serving also as a sink for waste, keeping with the belief of the time that fresh water would purify waste. By the time of the Revolution, “the quality of the water in the pond was beyond redemption.” (Building New York’s Sewers, Goldman). The Collect, as it was later known, became a nuisance and, by 1804, the city decided to fill the “pond”—now a cesspool—in an attempt to monetize what was expected to be valuable real estate. Unfortunately, filling in the pond aggravated the already numerous drainage issues in lower Manhattan. The low-lying area had no room to absorb more water or outlet into surrounding waterways, and the filling of the pond led to a low-lying swampy area filled with stagnant pools, home to noxious swarms of mosquitoes and the flooding of cellars surrounding the area.

In 1809, the City council agreed to construct a sewer—which, at the time, was a simple open-air ditch—from the area into the Hudson river to aid with the draining of storm waters. This is notable because, at the time, all sewers and drainage ditches were privately built and financed, with little or no regulation. In this case, the ditch was funded and constructed by the city council in the middle of the street and bordered by ornamental railings, shade trees and wide roadways which were subsequently lined with homes. City funding was agreed-to on the basis that, “it was not a regulation for a single street, it was a sewer for a common outlet to an extensive district, and the expense is assessed upon all the owners of property within the range of its benefit, and if equally apportioned among them, would press heavily on more.” (“An Act to Reduce Several Laws Relating Particularly to the City of New York into One Act,” 9 April 1813.) And that’s how Canal Street and the Canal Street Sewer came to be.

This is particularly notable as it is the first example I am aware-of of the city council using public funds to shoulder the expense of the building of a sewer under the guise of it being a public good. Usually, capital-intensive projects were built with private resources or funded with special assessments to those benefiting from them. In this case, however, it is likely that the city council saw it as a necessary step to drain the lands covering and surrounding what had once been the pond in order to sell these new, well-drained parcels at a premium price. And it worked, by 1825 the region south of Canal Street had become solidly built as the wealthier residents progressively moved uptown. (yes, Canal St was considered “uptown” back then)

Another difference between men and the ladies: if a girl has a boyfriend she can barely fucking introduce herself to you without name-dropping his dumb ass. “Hi my name is Amy nice to meet you I’ve heard a lot about you the weather sure is nice today my boyfriend loves this restaurant did you know I have a boyfriend his name is Peter Boyfriend.” ALL IN ONE GODDAMNED BREATH.

The first time I saw her she was leaning on a parking meter,
I wanted to meet her
I wanted to make her mine right then and there, but didn’t have the time
It didn’t happen then, it’ll never happen again.
I’ll always kind-of wonder what could’ve been

You may be king, you may possess the world and it’s gold,
But gold won’t bring you happiness when you’re growing old.
The world still is the same, you never change it,
As sure as the stars shine above;
You’re nobody ‘til somebody loves you,
So find yourself somebody to love.

She believed what so many Americans believed then: that the nation would be happy and just and rational when prosperity came. I never hear that word anymore: Prosperity. It used to be a synonym for Paradise.
Vonnegut, Kurt (2010-07-01). Breakfast of Champions (Kurt Vonnegut Series) (p. 2). RosettaBooks. Kindle Edition.
I never thought I would really address the subject of weddings beyond the yo, check out the limitless capacity of late capitalism to create vital imperatives from invented frivolities and turn consumption into hard labor angle.
Moe Tkacik, Jezebel.com

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