Name your suburban wasteland . .

[doodlemaier]

The volunteers here at Hospice, who overwhelmingly tend to be little ol' ladies, while working on a mailing were remarking on some of the odd names that are given to streets these days and one lamented that they were never on a street naming commitee.

Rolling Meadows Road
Reluctant Hills Farm Lane
Diver Cliff Drive

. . . and certainly many more are named after the landmarks and natural features of the land they now replace degrade. Why don't we give these places more apt titles, like:

Mediocre Place
Chloroflorocarbon Circle
Blistering Asphalt Court
Impervious Surface Plaza
Silt Runoff Way

Just to plant the seed in your imaginations, there are some very creative people out there! Start our own naming committee and stand out from our environment! Help rename your urban and suburban wasteland!

Comments

[deansavatar.livejournal.com]

I think that's the issue at hand:

. . .this planet can no longer afford the wealthy

Re: no worries

[deansavatar.livejournal.com]

That's certainly true that human meddling will never kill life on this planet - just the ability of future generations to live here (life as we know it). After 3 million years of relative peace and co-existence humanity gets this great idea to grow our own food and step outside of the bounds of evolution, and assumes that the wisdom and right to use such technology automatically conveys with the intelligence to do so. I'll spare you my soapbox book report about the current state of formal education that is overly concerned with facts and theories but is almost completey devoid of values and ethics, but it seems this practice of cutting down the trees and naming the streets after them is a 'head-in-the-sand' eutopian denial of the very environment we depend on.

I believe we've been here before as a civilization and a civilzation goes through the cycles of samsara, just as does the individual. We repeat it until we get it right. I guess it just makes me sad to see my brothers and sisters go through it (dragging the rest of us and everything beautiful in the world with them) when all the clues are right there in front of us.

[(Anonymous)]

ya, i got you.
and it saddens me, too-
so much so sometimes, that i have to put that sardonic grin on and laugh it off, lest i go mad from the pain of it.


thats how coping works sometimes.
as we stand aside with tears, watching those around us work through samsara, hearts breaking and mouths shut. i find that sometimes it is the only way.

wish that wasnt the case sometimes, but then again, who am i to think i can do anything -for- anyone at all?