<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=ISO-8859-1"> <title></title> </head> <body> Oh, Christ. Of course we mostly live where our parents live. What I was saying -- more in response to James -- is that owning a house is not worthy of dreams....and I was also trying to suggest the many ways in which home ownership works against 1) human survival and 2) revolutionary consciousness Joanna Matt wrote: <blockquote type="cite" cite="mid20061019054558.GE12689@quark.beyondzero.net"> <pre wrap="">On Wed, Oct 18, 2006 at 09:57:00PM -0700, joanna wrote: [...] </pre> <blockquote type="cite"> <pre wrap="">One could fritter one's life away in an apartment as well; but it really doesn't invite us to do so. An apartment is a temporary thing. Here today; gone tomorrow. Like our ephemeral selves. An apartment is just a resting place; you go home, you rest, so that you can do something the next day -- something that has nothing to do with the apartment. An apartment doesn't really invite identifications. Hundreds of people have passed through; hundreds more will follow. You will not leave it to your kids; you think of other things you might leave your kids: a story, a picture, a better world. An apartment invites fellowship. You watch out for your neighbors. You have a Xmas party. You collect someone's mail while they're out of town. You water their plants. You dream. </pre> </blockquote> <pre wrap=""> Wow. When I was in Junior High we lived in farm country. I had to *earn* my way into the cool kids with my sharp wit (it has since dulled as you can see), because I didn't live in the cool neighborhoods. Had I lived near the cool kids, they would have known me already and my space at that lunch table would have been ready day 1. But no, I wasn't so fortunate so it took a bit of time. I remember thinking it was all so silly, I mean none of us can help where are parents live, and not all of them can afford to live in the same places - or what the hell - may not even WANT to live in the same places. Is that really a reason to think you know someone, or worse yet, to think you know whats *wrong* with them? I remember thinking, this is just a stupid kid thing. We'll grow out of it. Matt </pre> </blockquote> </body> </html>