Signifying nothing

Facade , originally uploaded by Theorris . The soon-to-be demolished Sugar House frontage on 11th East and 21st South is not the most attractive facade. One wonders, however, if its Californicated replacement will be any better. No doubt it will be craptastic, but appealing to Mike and Paula from Sandy and their 4.6 children: or maybe something like this from the Yeeeee fucking haw Grand Ole Opry is more appealing: Yeah! I can't wait! Saddle up the Oldsmobile, Sadie, we're going to town and we don't even have to walk 10 feet! Jesus.

It is pissing down rain. Lucky for me I brought an umbrella.

Utah Stories has a fine analysis of Why was Main Street traded for Malls? While you are there, you can check out US's take on the Sugarhouse problem .

Punk ass kids , originally uploaded by Theorris . I posted this photo over on flickr because I was quite amused by the antics, but after talking to my friend Tif and then reading what Dr. Write has to say about commonplace violence, was quite shamed by my actions: The bored, little, teenage wannabe baller punks* up the street have taken to throwing apples at cars. My house is across the street from their vantage point and, consequently, their spent ammo ends up in my yard. I shouted at them last night with a classic Hank Hill line: "Are you going to stop doing that, or am I going to have to come over there and kick your ass." Aside from a little back talk from them, they quickly dispersed, especially when I charged from the porch to the sidewalk. Great fun. It is not to hard to track down who the kids are, given that the neighbor up the street has an apple tree in his back yard next to their basketball hoop where these dipshits practice their mad ball skillz. It i...