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2002-06-13

my daily stroll to and from the train takes me past wrigley field, more specifically the two blocks facing the diamond. each block is populated almost exclusively with flat-topped brownstones and greystones or recently-constructed condo facsimiles lacking both the character and charm that make such buildings desirable to live in or look at.

on top of a goodly number of these buildings are bleachers, allowing folks to watch the games going on across the street without actually setting foot inside the stadium. i'm ignorant regarding the economics of these arrangements, but i'm sure that someone is making some money somewhere. in fact, recently, screens were placed over the fences surrounding the field, ostensibly as a security measure, but clearly directed at obscuring the view from these unauthorized vantage points.

last week, i noticed that the one house with a pitched roof along this route (foreclosing the possibility of seating up top) had been painted red, with a BUDWEISER ad. upon closer inspection, it became clear that what i had believed was paint, was in fact, a very large custom-made tarp. even though, i have already expressed my growing concern about the commercialization of private spaces, i did not feel the need to address this recent discovery in this here diary until i noticed earlier this week that an enormous SEARS billboard had been erected on the roof of another building nearby.

honestly, i can't say what i would do if mega-corp offered me some serious cash to hock their shit on my roof. i'd like to think that i'd stick by my vaunted principles and tell 'em to take a hike. but maybe i'd take it moby-stylee and invest it in organizations working against these self-same monoliths. each an answer, but neither a solution. if i say no, certainly someone down the street will jump at the chance. if i say yes, and pass it along to a good cause, how much impact will that donation have against all of mega-corps' millions spent to the contrary? a conundrum indeed. just goes to show you that nothing, and i mean nothing, in this fun fair we call life, is that simple.

-finn

Previously:
Shiny Happy Person (or Something Like That) - 2005-08-19
Having Trouble Saying What I Mean With Dead Poets and a Drum Machine - 2005-08-14
Let's Rock! - 2005-07-27
Knock Me Right Off My Feet - 2005-07-22
Play or You'll Never Know - 2005-07-14