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Things that remind me of Sindome...
What reminds YOU of Sindome?

Here are some things that remind me of Sindome.

HubWeek in Boston has a twofer. I'm talking GEODESIC DOMES and an entrance made out of SHIPPING CONTAINERS. #cyberpunk

And then there's this Geodesic Dome AirBnB I stayed in in Vermont.

This was a real sign that was inside it. I swear to Bob.

Saw this on my way home from the train in Cambridge...

Abandoned parking garage by my apartment...

The discerning eye will see why I posted this one...

Then we got these geodesic sticky notes... bad ass.

What reminds you of Sindome?

My friend is an architect and the repurposed shipping container craze drives him crazy because they make horrible building material. They have like zero insulation and a jillion problems that make them more expensive and less practical in every case. They're just kind of room shaped already and that's all they've got going for them.

Everything you just said is exactly what qualifies them as the living spaces of our dystopian future.

Especially how they're literally trash and well-meaning wealthy people keep trying to turn them into living spaces for the poor. =D

A haircut to die for(ever)

LOL excellent.

Places that remind me, although this is very dark:

- The danger of a deep urban street. Detroit, Philly, Chicago - that's Red. Looking over your shoulder all the time when you walk. Identifying the person nearest you and assessing how much of a threat they are, especially if their face is covered. Always having an escape plan when you are in an unfamiliar setting. The faint, ever-present anger of having nothing but dust in your hands for a life, and the resentment that grows when you see others doing better than you.

- Slowly dying (physically/emotionally) of poverty. You get sick and can't get to a doc. Some things are dirty; you just accept it. You see people with bugs crawling on them and they have a resigned look on their face, and that look on their face is appalling to you because you're afraid that might be your future.You take drugs or alcohol to forget because it's the easiest to get your hands on. Small things that make you happy can be big. Small things that make you sad can make you feel utterly helpless. Hey... was your skin always this green? You don't remember anymore.

- The justification and disconnect of transitioning to a better life. You're in shock at first. New things, such clean and new things are unfamiliar to you. It feels sanitized and you get a pang of guilt of having so much of everything available for consumption. You realize you should have been this way all along. You feel angry at yourself for defending your old way of life. You start to wonder why some don't try to better themselves too, and angry at those who hold others back in that old setting. Or maybe you forget entirely and in a want to purge your old memories like a packed-away box, and you demonize poverty itself and those who are stuck in it.

- "Poverty is not a crime -- it is suffering."

So...this happened today. My partner went to do me a solid while I was dealing with some paperwork and offered to post a citation on a unit at one of our prominent gang apartment complexes. It's renowned for shootings, drugs...very pleasant environment for anyone in any position of law enforcement (NOT). Anyways, he calls me that he's there and posting and then ten minutes later calls me back in a panic because the adjacent unit next to him just blew up. Windows exploding around him and doors-blowing-off explosion. I heard later that when he called on the radio for assistance, he sounded like a pre-pudescent girl yelling for backup. I have now nicknamed him 'Screech'. All I could think was 'welcome to the Mix, BAKA."

here's the article for any non-believers heh.

And, one was injured. Unless you consider a grown man's pride a casualty.

This guy from Black Panther.

Thrift store chic looking chummers carrying big ass sound systems around central Brussels on trolleys or backpacks, blasting their street music to the corpie masses. Some even have instruments like electric guitars hooked up so they can grace you with their talent for noise rock.

Beggars with cheap or even high end but out of fashion electronic devices, browsing the net on the city's test run of IRISnet, a city-wide free wifi service with a totally not suspicious name or logo and very trustworthy corporate backing.

That in Brussels, as a common citizen, you can't change the style of your street-facing WINDOWS without jumping through legal hoops like a scalded monkey, but big construction companies can go over the height limit for their buildings without repercussions. When the ironically named Bellevue (Nice View) building is discovered to have a great angle into a building it wasn't supposed to on its illegal top floors, instead of doing anything that would upset the construction company, what happens? The government changes the WINDOWS with bulletproof ones and adds blinds to the offices. The important ones, anyway. Screw the wage slaves. Let their tax money pay for corporate bullshit and let them rot.

Immigrants from Africa getting dropped off at random in Brussels when their drivers encounter the smallest inconvenience on the most direct route to the embassy. Good luck getting help at 9PM when you're black and look like a crazy-ass mixer unless you bump into an unracist chummer to help you out.

Any corpie advertisement these days. They speak volumes about the kind of people the corps think their clients are.

These are all ecksellent. Good job. That's crazy about the explosion!

I feel this needs no introduction or explanation. Just... flashbacks...

Walking around the low-income parts of Bangkok always makes me think of the Mix. Easy to imagine the highways above are actually higher levels of Withmore...

I didn't know he was in the Still Life universe.

A friend passed me this blogger's horror story of selling Younique makeup products. I took a read of it and it fully documents someone turning into a money-hungry person, only to realize what they've become and attempt to get out of it.

A near-corpie experience. Even has undercutting and backstabbing with business practices! A great read if you want some corpie lit.

Fifteen blog entry "chapters" but pretty fun and thorough. Hope it inspires someone a little.


Didn't know where else to post this, but this reminds me of when UMC comes.

A summary of a book about how terrorist organizations are extremely difficult to run. A quote at the end: 'As the alleged chief of the Palestinian group Black September wrote in his memoir, “diehard extremists are either imbeciles or traitors.”'

I had no idea we were getting it so right.

My husband handed this to me and called me a trash golem. I giggled.

This post was about Philly, but its crime supercut, complete with lots(!) of walking naked people, reminded me of SD.


Friend of mine linked this this other day.

Randomly stumbled onto this video, totally reminded me of SD:

Let's see if I can do this properly.

Saw this while at work the other day. My partner didn't understand why I giggled and said 'Acalumpa!'

Not sure if you ever heard of this, but this is an arena in our capital (Stockholm) in Sweden;

It is literally called 'The Globe'. It's where we run the Swedish Eurovision ('Melodifestivalen') every year.