Shine Like the Sun and Make You Spin Around
Ever feel like you're the center of the universe?
I can't help but check the way everybody wants to get in on Tampa. When I first got here, there was all this hullaballoo over New Tampa. The place was either prime suburbia with American Dream square footage prices or a giant sprawl-boil. I tend to agree with the latter. Then, today, I find that Sarasota County is billing themselves as "South Tampa Bay." I have no idea how long they've been up to this, and I get that geographically that is South Tampa Bay, but they really should have come up with something more definitive and unique.
Additionally, last night's class opened with a rousing discussion of chicken-or-egg development. Teach consistently warms us up with excellent discussion topics, and then somehow we end up on something completely subjective and unrelated, which is more of why I think Tampa must be the sh*t. The discussion last night was supposed to center around how choosing to build a stadium without a team affected the stadium's economic health, but within three and half minutes, everybody had an "I live in South Tampa" story.
The main thread, as carried by the students, was that South Tampa should retain an isolated and architecturally consistent charm or it should welcome the cash that a dense development explosion would bring. Same old f*cking hat.
But, then, the professorial voice of reason: "An urban planner's dream is to bring enough condos into an area like South Howard, so that things like parking aren't a problem, because everyone would walk," and, thus, spend their money there, and allow continued, healthy, controlled development throughout Tampa. Thank you, I was beginning to do that uncomfortable jaw-grinding thing.
Besides, it really is the only way to approach these kinds of issues, because what else are we gonna do? Spindle out over the west coast until Manatee County offers the exact same things as Tampa? What ever happened to 'rep your hood?'
Also, two pieces of miscellanea: After manic pedicuring, I have toenails like little iridescent pearls. I may never wear nail polish again. This is worth the time, girls. And, does anyone else think it would be awesome if Kimora Lee Simmons and Lil John Gotti had an affair? They could have a love child, and Russell could raise it up in their Saddlebrook mansion while Kimora and Lil John promoted a new precious jewelry line called Teflon Phat.
I can't help but check the way everybody wants to get in on Tampa. When I first got here, there was all this hullaballoo over New Tampa. The place was either prime suburbia with American Dream square footage prices or a giant sprawl-boil. I tend to agree with the latter. Then, today, I find that Sarasota County is billing themselves as "South Tampa Bay." I have no idea how long they've been up to this, and I get that geographically that is South Tampa Bay, but they really should have come up with something more definitive and unique.
Additionally, last night's class opened with a rousing discussion of chicken-or-egg development. Teach consistently warms us up with excellent discussion topics, and then somehow we end up on something completely subjective and unrelated, which is more of why I think Tampa must be the sh*t. The discussion last night was supposed to center around how choosing to build a stadium without a team affected the stadium's economic health, but within three and half minutes, everybody had an "I live in South Tampa" story.
The main thread, as carried by the students, was that South Tampa should retain an isolated and architecturally consistent charm or it should welcome the cash that a dense development explosion would bring. Same old f*cking hat.
But, then, the professorial voice of reason: "An urban planner's dream is to bring enough condos into an area like South Howard, so that things like parking aren't a problem, because everyone would walk," and, thus, spend their money there, and allow continued, healthy, controlled development throughout Tampa. Thank you, I was beginning to do that uncomfortable jaw-grinding thing.
Besides, it really is the only way to approach these kinds of issues, because what else are we gonna do? Spindle out over the west coast until Manatee County offers the exact same things as Tampa? What ever happened to 'rep your hood?'
Also, two pieces of miscellanea: After manic pedicuring, I have toenails like little iridescent pearls. I may never wear nail polish again. This is worth the time, girls. And, does anyone else think it would be awesome if Kimora Lee Simmons and Lil John Gotti had an affair? They could have a love child, and Russell could raise it up in their Saddlebrook mansion while Kimora and Lil John promoted a new precious jewelry line called Teflon Phat.
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