Wednesday, June 12, 2019

A Very Untidy Future For Cities

Believe it or not, we spent two weeks in Southern California on vacation. I live in Northern California and to tell someone that you are, willingly, going to SoCal for pleasure, is for a Californian to admit to voting republican. It is something that one doesn’t, in polite liberal company, admit to. But LA is cool, damn cool in fact – especially when the weather is great (as it was).



We did something that we’ve never done, drove Highway 1 from Carmel to Malibu, with a stop at San Simeon and Hearst Castle. I recommend it, take the main house tour, that’s the best. It is an interesting introduction to the southern half of California. Fake opulence, decorative arts bought in pre-war Europe at cost, the buildings faux interiors from gutted churches plundered by Franco to pay civil war debts, damn it’s just like a lot of Los Angeles. They even have an English left-over cruise ship.

I digress. The real purpose of this missive (I apologize for my intermittent posts – been too busy with my other books), is the remarkable change in ground transportation I saw everywhere. It is the age of the Chinese-made scooter, bicycle, mini-bike, and their innumerable variations based on who the service provider is. There’s an app for that – literally. 

San Francisco and other major cities have been at war with themselves over these devices. The reason for objections and even down right hostility is said to be safety. My take is that the cities are uncomfortable with the idea of being partners with a profit-making venture that literally reminds me of herding cats. You can buy one at Costco for about $500, at $2.00 a mile rent to the provider you can see it doesn’t take long to make a profit.




I first saw them in quantity in Santa Monica, the have overrun Venice, and filled the corners of intersections in Long Beach – they are everywhere. Get the app, hold it over the device, get on board, and go. Then you are supposed to return it to a company run (Lyft, Lime, Jump, Spin, and dozens of others) holding area. They will be collected that evening and recharged. I did forget to mention that all these devices are battery run and motorized. You pay by the miles traveled, it’s billed to your credit card, all you do is jump on and drop it when you get there. And I mean drop, we saw them in the gutters, hanging from trees and fences, and stacked like so many discarded bits of junk.

 


The use rate is not cheap, $1.50 to $2.00 per mile. But it is better than walking. Most people probably don’t go more than a mile or two, use them to get from here to there. They don’t mix well with pedestrians, so I saw a lot of scooters in the street – and they don’t mix well with cars.

As with everything they are being studied to death. I’m guessing every major city in the world is dealing with this, and spending big bucks, dinaros, pesos, euros, pounds, francs, and yen trying to justify their use and place on their city’s streets (and mostly how to tax the blighters). I wonder what it would have been like if the automobile had been so heavily studied in 1900 when they first arrived (I’m guessing horses would still be popular). There are many similarities.

I’m old. For me to put my feet or butt into or on one of these machines would be a frightening experience. I envision twisted arms, scraped knees, broken wrists, and scarred foreheads. But in Venice and Venice Beach it is the wild wild west of scooters – there had to be thousands everywhere, and they were being used, everywhere. I get it. One more reason not to walk, one more reason not to enjoy the scenery (not when trying to avoid SUVs, buses, and trucks), one more reason to nickel and dime your way to poverty (I exaggerate).


In today’s society it seems that we have come to this: how can I create and then become a service provider of a cool company, so I can skim off a few pennies from my fellow citizens, and all willingly given. There’re cell phones, fuel surcharges, service surcharges (San Francisco’s famous tax on health benefits for waiters), and now scooters and bicycles. At the end of the year I wonder how much this all adds up to.

I’m trying not to act old—just sound old and wise. That’s my prerogative, and as a soon to be septuagenarian, I stand guilty. I remember tiny black and white tvs, aluminum foil antennas, the folk’s first car with air conditioning, Ed Sullivan, transistor radios that would fit in you hand, the change from wooden golf clubs to metal (and now exotics), The Rolling Stones before the wrinkles and heart operations, and when you would actually dress to go out to dinner.

Style, class, propriety, good command of the English language (and quality swearing, not the crap that’s employed today that passes for conversation), proper manners, the ability to use a fork (damn, just look around you at any restaurant), and most critically, civility. That’s where the downfall of this new transportation will fail, cities will outlaw them because the users would not follow the most basic rule of any human community – “Clean up after yourself.”


I love all the new stuff: the interconnectivity of Apple devices, the instant communications, car interiors nicer than my own family room, unfettered access to goods from around the world, my Keurig coffee machine (greatest invention of the 21stcentury – so far), Amazon and self-publishing, and statin drugs (see above). I’m waiting to see if this fake meat thing is real.



Stay tuned . . . . . . .

Saturday, December 22, 2018




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Friday, December 14, 2018


This blog was originally posted way back in 2010 (how times have not changed). This is a story about high-speed rail in California and it had so many comments, I've reposted almost every year for my new readers and to remind my old ones. But now, even after eight years, nothing seems to have changed and, in fact, political positions have sadly become even more locked in place as the costs continue to sky-rocket. Construction in the Southern San Joaquin Valley are uncontrolled and they do not know where it will end. And technologies, such as the electric car and the autonomous auto, will probably kill the thing before it can reach its potential.

Governor Brown, Moonbeam, is gone, officially he's gone over the rainbow and his hand selected successor will be soon sworn in. I'm not sure what Gavin Newsom's real position is on this railroad. I'm kind of thinking he's his own guy and wants new tech, not republished nineteenth century. It it weren't for the politics (one party rule) in Sacramento, this train would have died years ago. When you complain about the current state of things in Washington (just don't start), just look at what we have here.

The story has been slightly updated . . .




A Toy Train for Christmas



The Parts and Players:

Santa Claus (The Big Guy) – Washington D.C.

Santa’s Helpers (Men and Women in Elf Costumes) – State Governments

Billy (Good Little Boy) and Tiffany (Good Little Girl) – California, Florida, Washington State, Illinois, New York, et all

Sally (Not so Good Little Girl) –Ohio and Wisconsin

Toy Train – High Speed Rail

(Many of these children have during the last eight years opted out of this grand Christmas present. But I leave them in for history's sake.)



Our Scene:

Santa’s huge toy shop in one of the big department stores (not that there are many left); a long line of children wait to tell Santa what they want for Christmas.



The first child climbs up on Santa’s knee with the help of one of the elves. 

      “And what’s your name little boy?”

      “Billy, Santa Claus, Billy.”

      “Have you been good?”

      “Oh yes Santa, I have been very, very good.”

      “Excellent Billy, excellent, and what do you want for Christmas?

      “Oh Santa I want an erector set to build bridges and new infrastructure for my brother, a whole village of affordable dollhouses for my little sister, and a turkey with all the stuff and stuffing for my dad, see he’s lost his job.”

      “I’m sorry to hear about that, I’ll see what I can do. Billy, you want so much for your family and that’s good, very good, but Billy, what do you want for being so good?”

      Billy thought for a moment then turned his head to Santa with a huge smile. “Santa I want a toy train. It would be the most wonderfulous thing in the whole world, a toy train that I can play with, run the track all through my room and maybe even in the hallway. It just has to be the most special and wonderous train, all shiny and sparkly and new. And, oh, oh, Santa that would be so great and it would be real cool ‘cause none of friends would have a train like it and they all would wan’na come over and see it and play with me in my room. Please Santa, please. Mom says that they have them in France and China, even though I don't know where those places are.”

      “But Billy I gave you a set of Hot Wheels and racetrack a few years ago and a really cool airplane and terminal set last year. Aren’t they fun to play with anymore? How about a nice electric car?”

      “Nah, Santa. I broke the racetrack and the planes just aren’t any fun anymore, but a toy train would be real cool, did I say the other kids would wan’na come over and see it.”

      “Yes you did, but Billy, that is a very big toy for someone your size.”

      “No. I’m a big boy, see!” Billy puffed himself up real big.

      “Yes, I guess you are, now that you are all puffed up. Yes, Billy, Santa has to agree that you are a big boy now and can take care of such a wonderfulous toy. Santa will see what he can do. Just watch for a big ‘green’ box under your Christmas tree.”

      “Oh thank you Santa, thank you.”

      Billy, with the help of the elves (who were all smiling and singing, I've Been Working on the Railroad), climbed off Santa’s knee and slid down the slide into a huge pile of ‘green’ cotton candy. Billy was in heaven.

      The next child in line wasn’t sure about Santa, he was so big and his suit was all red and furry. The bells on all the elves (who were scurrying about still talking about the good little boy, Billy), jingled and jangled creating such a wonderous din. This all scared the little girl. When the elves helped her onto Santa’s knee, Santa wasn’t sure what was going to happen. He was afraid for his suit.

      “And what’s your name little girl?”

      “Sally,” she said quietly, still shaking.

      “That’s a pretty name, have you been a good little girl?”

      Sally thought for a moment. She looked at the Big Guy and all the elves dressed in 'green' elf costumes, 'green' cotton candy billowed all around them, it was a wonderous sight.

      “Santa, I have not been a good little girl. I have saved my lunch money and not given it to my friends at school like my teacher says I should. I used it to help my dad and I bought him a new tie, he was trying to get a job, and he did Santa, he was so happy. And I yelled at my brother when he bought some ice cream just after he had a whole mouthful of candy. So you see, I have not been a good girl.”

      “I see, yes Sally, those aren’t good things to do, you should always mind your teacher.”

      “Yes, Santa.”

      “But Sally, the elves and I know you can improve and be a better human being. I just know you want something for Christmas. Billy, that fine young man, who sat on this very knee just before you; see, he's playing in the 'green' cotton candy, said all he wanted was a toy train, all shiny and sparkly and new. Wouldn’t you want a toy train? Santa has a whole box full of them at the North Pole.”

      Sally thought for another moment then looked over at the next child standing in line, her name was Tiffany. She wore a bright dress and was all smiles. 

      “Can you hurry, Sally?” Tiffany demanded, stamping her shiny Mary-janes. “I just have to talk to Santa and, unlike you, I have been a very good little girl.” Even the elves could hear Tiffany’s strong Valley Girl accent.

      Sally looked back at Santa. “Santa, I really don’t want a toy train; I know that if I get it my parents will have to buy more track so that I can run it down the hallway and then I will have to get more cars and a new engine and then I will have to buy one of those fancy train stations and I will have to get a little bridge to run the train over the other tracks and then a crossing thing with arms that go up and down and then I will have to get a huge box to keep them it and besides, it will be fun for a little while, then I will get bored and want something new and then it will just sit around and be in the way and besides it will only go in a circle and not really go anywhere really fast.”

      Santa was shocked; not because she said it all in one sentence and one breath, it was because everyone wanted a toy train, that’s why he had a box full.

      “Sally, you just aren’t a very good girl; you only think of yourself and not others.”

      Sally was saddened to hear that from Santa who had always been a hero to her. 

      “Santa,” Sally said, “why don’t you give the toy train to Tiffany, she is always a good little girl and wears really nice clothes, nice shoes, has a wonderful tan, and always has a smile. I think she gives her lunch money to the teacher who uses it for good things. Yes, Tiffany is a good little girl, give her the toy train. She deserves it and besides I have heard that her parents are real rich and can buy her all the tracks and stations she wants.”

      Santa was very pleased, he had so many trains to give away and the line of good little boys and girls disappeared around the ‘green’ cotton candy mountain.

      Santa, pulled from his reverie, felt a tug on his sleeve; Sally looked up at him with her sad eyes. “Santa I really don’t want anything for myself, but if you can, my little brother wants a Red Ryder BB Rifle.”

      Santa was stunned and outraged beyond belief as to what his ears had heard. He pushed Sally slid off his knee and past all the 'green' cotton candy and watched as she crawled to the slide and started down its slippery surface. But she stopped just for second and took one last look at the Big Guy and all the wonderous elves and the piles of 'green' cotton candy and heard them exclaim ere she slid out of sight, “Sally, you’ll shoot your eye out.”

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Stay Tuned . . . .

Friday, February 9, 2018

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Wednesday, December 20, 2017

A Toy Train for Christmas


This blog was originally posted way back in 2010 (how times have not changed). This is a story about high-speed rail in California and it had so many comments (I've reposted almost every year) for my new readers. But now, even after seven years, nothing seems to have changed and, in fact, political positions have sadly become even more locked in place as the costs continue to sky-rocket. And technologies, such as the electric car and the autonomous auto, will probably kill the thing before it can reach its potential.

We've had Governor Brown now for seven years. It it weren't for the politics (one party rule) in Sacramento, this would have died years ago. When you complain about the current state of things in Washington, just look at what we have here.

It has been slightly updated . . .




A Toy Train for Christmas



The Parts and Players:

Santa Claus (The Big Guy) – Washington D.C.

Santa’s Helpers (Men and Women in Elf Costumes) – State Governments

Billy (Good Little Boy) and Tiffany (Good Little Girl) – California, Florida, Washington State, Illinois, New York, et all

Sally (Not so Good Little Girl) –Ohio and Wisconsin

Toy Train – High Speed Rail



Our Scene:

Santa’s huge toy shop in one of the big department stores; a long line of children wait to tell Santa what they want for Christmas.



The first child climbs up on Santa’s knee with the help of one of the elves. 

      “And what’s your name little boy?”

      “Billy, Santa Claus, Billy.”

      “Have you been good?”

      “Oh yes Santa, I have been very, very good.”

      “Excellent Billy, excellent, and what do you want for Christmas?

      “Oh Santa I want an erector set to build bridges for my brother, a whole village of affordable dollhouses for my little sister, and a turkey with all the stuff and stuffing for my dad, see he’s lost his job.”

      “I’m sorry to hear about that, I’ll see what I can do. Billy, you want so much for your family and that’s good, very good, but Billy, what do you want for being so good?”

      Billy thought for a moment then turned his head to Santa with a huge smile. “Santa I want a toy train. It would be the most wonderfulous thing in the whole world, a toy train that I can play with, run the track all through my room and maybe even in the hallway. It just has to be the most special and wonderous train, all shiny and sparkly and new. And, oh, oh, Santa that would be so great and it would be real cool ‘cause none of friends would have a train like it and they all would wan’na come over and see it and play with me in my room. Please Santa, please.”

      “But Billy I gave you a set of Hot Wheels and racetrack a few years ago and a really cool airplane and terminal set last year. Aren’t they fun to play with anymore? How about a nice electric car?”

      “Nah, Santa. I broke the racetrack and the planes just aren’t any fun anymore, but a toy train would be real cool, did I say the other kids would wan’na come over and see it.”

      “Yes you did, but Billy, that is a very big toy for someone your size.”

      “No. I’m a big boy, see!” Billy puffed himself up real big.

      “Yes, I guess you are, now that you are all puffed up. Yes, Billy, Santa has to agree that you are a big boy now and can take care of such a wonderfulous toy. Santa will see what he can do. Just watch for a big ‘green’ box under your Christmas tree.”

      “Oh thank you Santa, thank you.”

      Billy, with the help of the elves (who were all smiling and singing, I've Been Working on the Railroad), climbed off Santa’s knee and slid down the slide into a huge pile of ‘green’ cotton candy. Billy was in heaven.

      The next child in line wasn’t sure about Santa, he was so big and his suit was all red and furry. The bells on all the elves (who were scurrying about still talking about the good little boy, Billy), jingled and jangled creating such a wonderous din. This all scared the little girl. When the elves helped her onto Santa’s knee, Santa wasn’t sure what was going to happen. He was afraid for his suit.

      “And what’s your name little girl?”

      “Sally,” she said quietly, still shaking.

      “That’s a pretty name, have you been a good little girl?”

      Sally thought for a moment. She looked at the Big Guy and all the elves dressed in 'green' elf costumes, 'green' cotton candy billowed all around them, it was a wonderous sight.

      “Santa, I have not been a good little girl. I have saved my lunch money and not given it to my friends at school like my teacher says I should. I used it to help my dad and I bought him a new tie, he was trying to get a job, and he did Santa, he was so happy. And I yelled at my brother when he bought some ice cream just after he had a whole mouthful of candy. So you see, I have not been a good girl.”

      “I see, yes Sally, those aren’t good things to do, you should always mind your teacher.”

      “Yes Santa.”

      “But Sally, the elves and I know you can improve and be a better human being. I just know you want something for Christmas. Billy, that fine young man, who sat on this very knee just before you; see, he's playing in the 'green' cotton candy, said all he wanted was a toy train, all shiny and sparkly and new. Wouldn’t you want a toy train? Santa has a whole box full of them at the North Pole.”

      Sally thought for another moment then looked over at the next child standing in line, her name was Tiffany. She wore a bright dress and was all smiles. 

      “Can you hurry Sally?” Tiffany demanded, stamping her shiny Mary-janes. “I just have to talk to Santa and, unlike you, I have been a very good little girl.” Even the elves could hear Tiffany’s strong Valley Girl accent.

      Sally looked back at Santa. “Santa, I really don’t want a toy train; I know that if I get it my parents will have to buy more track so that I can run it down the hallway and then I will have to get more cars and a new engine and then I will have to buy one of those fancy train stations and I will have to get a little bridge to run the train over the other tracks and then a crossing thing with arms that go up and down and then I will have to get a huge box to keep them it and besides, it will be fun for a little while, then I will get bored and want something new and then it will just sit around and be in the way and besides it will only go in a circle and not really go anywhere really fast.”

      Santa was shocked; not because she said it all in one sentence and one breath, it was because everyone wanted a toy train, that’s why he had a box full.

      “Sally, you just aren’t a very good girl; you only think of yourself and not others.”

      Sally was saddened to hear that from Santa who had always been a hero to her. 

      “Santa,” Sally said, “why don’t you give the toy train to Tiffany, she is always a good little girl and wears really nice clothes, nice shoes, has a wonderful tan, and always has a smile. I think she gives her lunch money to the teacher who uses it for good things. Yes, Tiffany is a good little girl, give her the toy train. She deserves it and besides I have heard that her parents are real rich and can buy her all the tracks and stations she wants.”

      Santa was very pleased, he had so many trains to give away and the line of good little boys and girls disappeared around the ‘green’ cotton candy mountain.

      Santa, pulled from his reverie, felt a tug on his sleeve; Sally looked up at him with her sad eyes. “Santa I really don’t want anything for myself, but if you can, my little brother wants a Red Ryder BB Rifle.”

      Santa was stunned and outraged beyond belief as to what his ears had heard. He pushed Sally slid off his knee and past all the 'green' cotton candy and watched as she crawled to the slide and started down its slippery surface. But she stopped just for second and took one last look at the Big Guy and all the wonderous elves and the piles of 'green' cotton candy and heard them exclaim ere she slid out of sight, “Sally, you’ll shoot your eye out.”

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Stay Tuned . . . .