Trespassing
Submitted by lmcshane on Sun, 05/06/2007 - 20:25.
Sometimes, you have to break the rules to see the vast green potential of our region. Get on a bike and explore. Can't say where I went, but there are so many great hidden picnic spots in northeast Ohio. And today was unbelievable.
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Who owns what and who is trespassing
I love the topic of this posting and thinking about who trespasses on what, and who owns what, and who is responsible for what?. If someone gains "ownership" of property and then blights that, and say 1000s of acres of land around that, say from polluting (e.g. Mittal), and I go on the polluting land, who is the trespasser?... me on 1 acre or the other on 1,000s of acres? I trespassed on 1 acre in East Cleveland today - where did you trespass?
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Okay
I don't have a digital camera, but I was out snapping photos of carriage style garages along Archwood Ave, Broadale, Schaaf Rd and Van Epps (for my own little restoration project). Van Epps used to be a bucolic little stretch along the Spring Creek valley, but it was filled in with construction debris from the Gateway/Jacobs field project and other crud (thanks to the Army Corps of Engineers). The Metroparks purchased a strip of land that harks back to what the area used to look like. It is not officially open to the public, but a lot of old timers use this route to sneak down to an oxbow fishing spot along the Cuyahoga River, which is barely visible if you look hard at the pics from my throwaway camera.
Now I see the picture....
Looks like you got the image side of this down - I just noticed pictures appearing on your old posts... making things clearer.
It would be cool if we each identified these secret picnic places and other local favorites in the neighborhoods we know and get them organized as hidden tours - walking and biking - through the neighborhoods - with the places to see public art, and catch a bite of buy the best coffee - and of course find free wifi. Just from you and Tim bringing up Arthouse, I've looked around your neighborhood and become more aware of it and will watch it and experience it more in the future. We can do more of this.
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Norm you are the teacher
I feel like little grasshopper with the master leading us here. I would like to know more of your tricks. I attended a Northern Ohio Technical Services Librarians workshop this week with the speakers Brian Gray from CWRU and Rick Rubin from KSU. They were like bookends and we needed the connective piece between the trends they were describing. You would have been the perfect person to fill in the blanks.
I see a trend towards the presentation of loose information delivered fast and furiously. Someone is needed to organize this information to save it, validate it and later, to be able to find it. One feature that I definitely prefer about RealNEO is the opportunity to refine or edit the blog entries and even some of the posts, as long as you get to it in time. I would like to know if there are some unspoken standards to the create content function. It seems that I am not following someone's rules, because I have been called on it (rather unfairly, in my opinion).
But I digress and wander, as usual. Rick Rubin closed the program with a somewhat gloomy future for the (heroic-in my book) cataloguers and indexing librarians. We are losing our standards in so many arenas of life. One of the attendees took KSU's school of library science to task for not requiring cataloguing as a required course. I have to agree. We all need the foundation and architecture for our information, otherwise the building collapses.
Teen Overlays--the kids are alright
At one time, I sought out idols to worship. One of those idols was Ian McHarg, landscape architect, and promoter of reading the landscape for the many layers hidden from our plain view. Well, he was my hero until I actually met him in Philadelphia and his young eponymously named progeny pelted me with paper clips during my entry interview...
In any case, I realize now that there is a layer of traffic in my neigbhorhood uncharted by our local planners. The subterranean world of teenagers. They travel through my backyard, grafitti our alleys and hang out under the Brooklyn-Brighton Bridge.
Am I surprised? No, I was a teenager once. I forgot to consider their behavior in the layout of my yard. I have created the perfect teen corridor and meet-up spot (red barn!). Aargh. Now, I must foil them. It does give me some consolation to consider how I managed to move surreptiously among the well-to-do in Rocky River during my guerilla days. We had our little secrets then.
Don't you really want to know who broke into your beach house one summer? Who left the cigarettes in your family's gazebo??? Do you remember me? I babysat your kids and I turned out alright.