San Francisco is becoming a one-dimensional town for the 1 percent. Its housing prices — median home sale, $900,000, median rent, $3,250 a month — are the highest in the nation. Only 14 percent of homes are affordable to the middle class. Evictions of those who don’t fit are up 38 percent in the last three years.
A city without its nurses, its teachers, its artists, its waiters, its bus drivers, its cops, its musicians and writers and grandmothers as residents is a monoculture — as sterile as a forest of a single commercial tree species.
Even the weekday peak auto toll on the Bay Bridge only hurt the people that can’t have flexible hours, which is often times the non “techies.”
Go to any city with a thriving hub of young, creative job holders and you’ll find a version of what’s happening here. New York has its Park Slope; Portland, Ore., has its Pearl District…
In a world consumed by ever more novel modes of socializing, we have less and less actual society. We live in an accelerating contradiction: the more connected we become, the lonelier we are. We were promised a global village; instead we inhabit the drab cul-de-sacs and endless freeways of a vast suburb of information.
Hey You! What Song are you Listening to? (by TyCullen)
I, too, found this video more interesting than I thought. I especially enjoyed the fact that someone was listening to NPR’s “Fresh Air.” I’m also glad that Cullen kept in some of the folks who weren’t willing to share.
But what I found extremely fascinating were the number of folks who had to glance at their device to either recall the artist or the name of the song… maybe both.
Count me as someone who would have had to look down at the iPhone, iTunes or, more often than not, my Pandora to identify the song and artist I was actually listening to. It’s strange but my listening habits have changed. I now live a random access life to my music. I enjoy listening to Pandora or a widely curated playlist from my library.
It wasn’t always the case. Before the iPod, I listened to entire albums until I nearly memorized the lyrics and wore down the needle. (OK, I jest about the needle… I did have a Walkman between my MK1200s and my first gen iPod.) My point being, I memorized lyrics then… now I can’t say the artist or song titles without looking down at my device.