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[RovingAnarchist]

Lol.. In one of your earlier posts, you used the term lumpenproletariat. The first thing I thought was that I would never in a million years use that term anywhere near anyone without a heavy duty liberal arts education. "Lumpen? Who you callin' fat?!"

 

[Mankini]

The Mission District Anti-Bourgeois Project!


http://www.infoshop.org/myep/myep_criticism.html

 

[RovingAnarchist]

Awesome! A good friend of mine was born and raised in SF. Last year she was forced to move away from the city she loves because she flat out couldn't afford to live there any more. That shit ain't right.

 

[Mankini]

I love that city more than any other in this hemisphere. ...I think anybody who sees it falls in love with it. I haven't been up to Quebec City yet; though....Heard good things about it.

 

[RovingAnarchist]

QC?I used to live there. Pretty to visit, nasty if you live there and aren't French...

 

[Mankini]

Why is it nasty? What's it like there?

 

[RovingAnarchist]

Everyone's super nice when they think you're a tourist. Once they figure out you live there, they're absolutely mean. I was working really hard to improve my French, and they wouldn't even speak to me except to condescend in broken English. Yuck.

 

[Mankini]

Its weird how uptight people seem to congregate in certain communities. Or maybe when you first get there youre not uptight, but the community changes you into a jerk. ??? I went from Colorado to WV a year ago to work: people in that part of WV were antisocial and suspicious....However a couple hundred miles away at Harpers Ferry, everybody was fun and cool. ???

 

[RovingAnarchist]

Same deal in Quebec. QC are hardline French separatist types, and down the road in Montreal, the people are super accepting and laid back.

 

[Mankini]

I have a bad habit of exploring old basements and attics. QC, I guess, is upwards of 300 yrs old....Imagine the possibilities. > .....I'm a huge museum buff/history nerd. I love poking through the detritus of the centuries; finding old books; photos; stuff. I heard the Irish were quarantined at an island camp in Montreal when they all emigrated during the Potato Famine...