Yahoo Tuning Groups Ultimate Backup metatuning Re: Indianapolis

On 3/15/02 3:01 PM, "X. J. Scott" <xjscott@...> wrote:

> Ok, you guys have got me stumped on this one! I have
> never been to Indianapolis, though my dad did pitch for
> the Indians there many years before I was born...
>
> So what's the big scoop? Is it polluted? Or the people
> real weird or nasty?

No it's squeaky clean. It's a great place to stop. Just don't live there
if you're not from there. There's such a thing as a "Hoosier" because
there's millions of them who were born lived and died in Indiana without
ever crossing state lines because you don't have to. The state is rich.
They have like 30 billion dollars surplus tax money they don't know what to
do with, and they let Gary (northwest) rot as the toilet of Chicago suburbs.

On 3/15/02 4:09 PM, "paulerlich" <paul@...> wrote:

> i don't know -- i really enjoyed my time there when playing gigs in
> chicago and valparaiso, indiana in 1998.

That's just it. I really enjoyed stopping there on my midwest trips.
Pleasant pleasant pleasant. I hung out with exactly one person while I was
there who was like a super intellectual rebel. I had a client who was cut
throat for Indiana business but wouldn't last a day as a secretary's
understaudy in a Manhattan office.

One guy who ran a spy equipment shop there was from L.A. and he said it took
him about 6 or 7 years before anyone really started accepting him. If you
really want to move there and live and die it just takes way too long.

Unless you go to college. Then you can just buy anything they want to sell
you and yakkity yak and all's well. Again. Try to move there. WOOMP.
Iron door slams.

As long as you keep the customer to salesperson relation you can swap life
stories. Try to go bowling with someone and you might as well wait for the
next tornado. It's more entertaining and it'll definitely happen sooner.

Marc

🔗paulerlich <paul@...>

--- In metatuning@y..., "Orphon Soul, Inc." <tuning@o...> wrote:
> On 3/15/02 3:01 PM, "X. J. Scott" <xjscott@e...> wrote:
>
> > Ok, you guys have got me stumped on this one! I have
> > never been to Indianapolis, though my dad did pitch for
> > the Indians there many years before I was born...
> >
> > So what's the big scoop? Is it polluted? Or the people
> > real weird or nasty?
>
> No it's squeaky clean. It's a great place to stop. Just don't
live there
> if you're not from there. There's such a thing as a "Hoosier"
because
> there's millions of them who were born lived and died in Indiana
without
> ever crossing state lines because you don't have to. The state is
rich.
> They have like 30 billion dollars surplus tax money they don't know
what to
> do with, and they let Gary (northwest) rot as the toilet of Chicago
suburbs.
>
>
>
> On 3/15/02 4:09 PM, "paulerlich" <paul@s...> wrote:
>
> > i don't know -- i really enjoyed my time there when playing gigs
in
> > chicago and valparaiso, indiana in 1998.
>
> That's just it. I really enjoyed stopping there on my midwest
trips.
> Pleasant pleasant pleasant. I hung out with exactly one person
while I was
> there who was like a super intellectual rebel. I had a client who
was cut
> throat for Indiana business but wouldn't last a day as a secretary's
> understaudy in a Manhattan office.
>
> One guy who ran a spy equipment shop there was from L.A. and he
said it took
> him about 6 or 7 years before anyone really started accepting him.
If you
> really want to move there and live and die it just takes way too
long.
>
> Unless you go to college. Then you can just buy anything they want
to sell
> you and yakkity yak and all's well. Again. Try to move there.
WOOMP.
> Iron door slams.
>
> As long as you keep the customer to salesperson relation you can
swap life
> stories. Try to go bowling with someone and you might as well wait
for the
> next tornado. It's more entertaining and it'll definitely happen
sooner.
>
>
> Marc

hmm . . . wouldn't l. a. be even worse?

🔗paulerlich <paul@...>

🔗Kraig Grady <kraiggrady@...>

🔗David Beardsley <db@...>

🔗Orphon Soul, Inc. <tuning@...>

On 3/15/02 8:17 PM, "X. J. Scott" <xjscott@...> wrote:

> OK, so they are pleasant, but in a phoney manipulative
> way... but then again not cutthroat by Manhattan
> standards. So they are manipulative, but not very good
> at it.
>
> Am I getting this right?

Interesting cross section but yeah. They put energy into making you buy
some fries with the burger like you wouldn't believe.

> OK, so as long as you have something they want ($), all
> is fine, but try to 'get real' with them and they want
> nothing to do with you because they can't get past
> their own shallow facade???
>
> (trying to summarize; am i getting it?)

What "real", all there is, is family, church and your job. It was a city
built for farmers, so they say, so there's a really tight sense of
community. For everyone who's there already.

Yeah actually a lot of the waitress rapport we got was more or less to keep
us coming back. We got into a couple people's heads but didn't get far.

I was out with a friend from outside Indiana. We were actually asked to
stop laughing so loud at a Steak N Shake "because there's some (shhh)
:::high school kids::: over in the corner." If they parenthesized "high
school kids" anymore, it would have been said in piglatin. This was on a
Saturday night. We held our breath about 5 seconds and laughed so loud we
had a whole flock of managers coming toward us.

Please. There are 17 year old CHILDREN over there trying to feel bad about
having a good time, so they can go pray for good crops in the morning...?

Pick up a newspaper every 6 months. You know why Indiana doesn't change to
daylight savings time? Because they vote on it. And every time, the
farmers win. They claim the cows will get confused if they have to get up
an hour earlier.

Actually the manager at our apartment village was this old guy from Chicago
so we got along alright. He told me a lot from having been there for 20
years or so.

I worked at an OfficeMax for awhile. Some of the kids there were talking
about getting away with smoking. I assumed they meant pot. They said noooo
no they'll haul you away if you're under age and smoking.

Angie worked at a Best Buy out there. Some guy tried stealing A CASSETTE.
I had heard about things like this but I was there at the time. They had
him in handcuffs and put him in the front of the store so that people
walking in could see him and go tsk tsk tsk and know that he was a criminal.
Turns out it's a common practice. I've seen people hauled away for various
things in NYC and I don't think I've ever seen such a display of
testosterone when the Sheriff showed up. There were like three or four
cars, all with the bubbles flashing, read the guy his rights with a few
dozen people gathered around like it was a ceremony. And they pretty much
DRAGGED him out of there. This was for A CASSETTE.

James Dean is from Indianapolis. Do you know why he's such a hero there?
Because he's the only person from there who was ever SMART ENOUGH TO LEAVE.
And the kids that worship him will tell you that. Big eyes. *I'M* gonna
get outa here someday too, by golly.

And several, several times, as soon as people found out I was from New York,
they'd say aw hell I HATE THE KNICKS and walk away mid sentence.

Marc

🔗Orphon Soul, Inc. <tuning@...>

On 3/15/02 7:56 PM, "paulerlich" <paul@...> wrote:

> hmm . . . wouldn't l. a. be even worse?

L.A. has plenty of music and art scenes happening. There's not a lot of
tight knit ultra religious communities that actually care that you're not
from L.A. There's a few people that Angie and I had known for four years
from online who lived in Indianapolis or around and never managed so much as
to get them on the phone for the next two years. When I went to L.A. Last
summer, George Zelenz picked me up from the bus station

Listen... There was this Blimpie I worked at for a couple weeks. I thought
it was cool that a Blimpie was opening in the neighborhood. In between all
of the big corporate sandwich ads, they had religious plaques all over the
store. They had "Footprints" over by the dining room soda machine. I
overheard some of the passing-by customers, it kind of creeped them out a
bit.

Thing is, they call it the "crossroads of america". Interstates 70, 74 and
65 pass through going three different directions, sort of at 60 degree
angles from each other. It's a major stop on the way to and from
Cincinnati, St Louis, Cleveland and Chicago. Hence, the 20 foot NOW HIRING
signs you can see from a mile away. Lots of service industry.

I KNOWWW you want fries with that SIR!

🔗Orphon Soul, Inc. <tuning@...>

🔗genewardsmith <genewardsmith@...>

🔗Orphon Soul, Inc. <tuning@...>

🔗clumma <carl@...>

>>Ok, you guys have got me stumped on this one! I have
>>never been to Indianapolis, though my dad did pitch for
>>the Indians there many years before I was born...
>>
>>So what's the big scoop? Is it polluted? Or the people
>>real weird or nasty?
>
>No it's squeaky clean. It's a great place to stop. Just
>don't live there if you're not from there. There's such
>a thing as a "Hoosier" because there's millions of them
>who were born lived and died in Indiana without ever
>crossing state lines because you don't have to. The state
>is rich. They have like 30 billion dollars surplus tax
>money they don't know what to do with, and they let Gary
>(northwest) rot as the toilet of Chicago suburbs.

I found Indianapolis to be an ugly city, and a fairly
dirty one. Gary is the fake ID and black-market gun
capital of the Midwest, if not of the entire US.

Bloomington was a beautiful town, but Indiana grey skies,
windy 9-month winters, and flat landscape were bad. OTOH,
Brown county was beautiful, and I may yet wind up in
Kentucky.

As much as there was going on in Bloomington, the culture
was still: Blockbuster nightly, no eye-contact when
passing folks on the sidewalk, wear a walkman when walking
to class (to completely remove yourself from the environment).
The drinking / party / greek life culture was also
unfortunate. The campus was littered with empty bottles
every Saturday morning.

The state did have a tax surplus when I was there in '95-96.
I'm fairly certain it came from the huge influx of people,
the biggest real-estate expansion in the 50 states at the
time, or so I was told. Most of those people were from
coastal cities, who probably found 10,000-acre farms turned
into cul-de-sac'd, for-profit developements with look-alike,
vinyl-sided homes sold at relatively low (compared to the
city, but high for Indiana) prices like $120-200K a nice
thing. Last I heard, the surplus was spent -- on things
like IU, which was paved with gold when I was there, but I
wonder what will happen when all those people get old?

I spent a lot of time in Layfayette and South Bend, which
had little to recommend IMO. Lots and lots of strip malls,
few locally-owned businesses.

>hmm . . . wouldn't l. a. be even worse?

I've really liked L.A. on my few visits there. I personally
wouldn't want to live there, but I can see why somebody
would. The smog is bad, but the ground-level and indoor
breathing air was better than Manhattan's by a long shot.

-Carl

🔗Orphon Soul, Inc. <tuning@...>

On 3/18/02 6:47 PM, "clumma" <carl@...> wrote:

> I found Indianapolis to be an ugly city, and a fairly
> dirty one.

Actually I was right by I-70 on the east side, about 2 miles from the
cornfields. Actually yeah on the whole, the bulk of the city is unsightly.

> Gary is the fake ID and black-market gun
> capital of the Midwest, if not of the entire US.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Borders are funny:

I remember one night while I was growing up in Brooklyn, (weird phrase,
alright so I'm not a writer) I think around 1982 or so, one of a few kids
hanging out across the street threw a rock through our window. We actually
saw him throw it. They all just mosied over to the corner and crossed the
street, kitty corner. So we wound up with two cop cars at the house. One
from our precinct and one from the precinct across the street. The rock was
thrown from one precinct into another so. The crime more or less didn't
exist. In any case the kids couldn't be bothered. When they crossed the
street, they were in a third precinct, minding their own business, laughing
hysterically. A third car came and they just walked away.

This is more or less what got filed:

78th precinct report: Small rock allegedly thrown. No damage caused.

88th precinct report: Rock breaks through resident's window. Origin of rock
not verifyable.

76th precinct report: Several youths found assembled at corner. Asked to
disperse and did so cooperatively.

Similarly, I got the impression from Indiananans that Gary is the large
scale equivalent of this kind of crime and seek... People commit crimes in
Chicago and rush across the border and slam on the brakes so they don't even
get stopped for speeding.

> Bloomington was a beautiful town, but Indiana grey skies,
> windy 9-month winters, and flat landscape were bad. OTOH,
> Brown county was beautiful, and I may yet wind up in
> Kentucky.

Actually I never made it to Bloomington but Indiana University at
Bloomington is voted one of the 10 most beautiful college campuses in the
country. I've seen pictures.

Marc

🔗clumma <carl@...>

>(Yes I was stupid to leave this stuff in my car.)

I had done a piece on this in high school. It goes
something like...

Is crime bad because it damages human relationships?
If so, then the fear of crime is even worse. An
instance of crime is an event in time, but the fear
of crime is on-going, and spreads through communities.
This is why I am willing to risk all my stuff being
stolen for the difference of not having to protect it.

...I was certainly put to the test. I am much more
careful since the event, and I do regret leaving the
stuff in my car, and I probably wouldn't have if I
had known where I was (it actually looks like a fine
neighborhood -- Victorian houses and palm trees --
except for exterior dilapidation and fences around
everything).

>Naturally, the cops wouldn't even come out.

But they've had no trouble taking me to court twice
for smoking grass (in Pennsylvania). I can only
conclude the difference is: I have money they can
take.

-Carl

🔗clumma <carl@...>

>out of my car in Oakland.

And the camera and lenses.

And a cd-r drive, laser printer, and
unreplacable Italian chess set with
clock.

And a box of my 4-track masters. Three of
which hadn't been mixed down yet (only
copies).

The lot of it wound up in a dumpster, I
think.

Actually, they got all my tapes, but I was
able to buy back one box (unforch, the box
of store-bought cassettes) from a guy who
probably helped do it.

He couldn't get the other box, but offered
me... SOMEBODY ELSE'S STOLEN TAPES. "Sarah's
crossing the country mix", etc. Some girl's
tapes. "Don't you like this stuff?" was the
question I was asked.

Naturally, the police wouldn't even come out.
They did suggest I find another place to park,
since the crooks would "probably try back
tonight". In fact they tried back twice more,
to take my head unit, and verify there was
nothing in my trunk by punching out the lock
with a hammer and punch.

-Carl

🔗clumma <carl@...>

🔗Orphon Soul, Inc. <tuning@...>

On 3/19/02 4:25 PM, "clumma" <carl@...> wrote:

> And a cd-r drive, laser printer, and
> unreplacable Italian chess set with
> clock.
>
> And a box of my 4-track masters. Three of
> which hadn't been mixed down yet (only
> copies).

Carl, I'm getting the idea. I can sympathize.

I lost a lot of stuff in two incidents in 1995. Both involved trusting the
wrong person at the wrong moment. The first was a robbery. I thought a
laptop was such a commodity. After 10 years of collecting Mac artifacts, it
seemed it didn't actually take the $25,000 I'd projected to replace all my
software. And this might be a good time to reflect on the fact that I have
a very good setup, much better than anything I'd ever thought I'd get back.
I wasn't too worried when the laptop got stolen because I actually had about
400 disks of all backups of everything. Which went with the second
incident, which was just an act of sheer stupidity. So I lost a lot of midi
work, lyrics, a lot of notes... Pretty much everything.

The first incident was followed with my first heart attack. The second one
was followed with me calling Angie and saying come pick me up I don't care
where we go let's just get out of where we are. And so begun the famous
road trip, leading us to Columbus Ohio, then NYC, my second heart attack, on
to the famous Indianapolis for two years, her hometown for a year and then
finally back to NYC.

Staying this time.

Marc

🔗David Beardsley <db@...>

🔗Orphon Soul, Inc. <tuning@...>

On 3/19/02 8:02 PM, "David Beardsley" <db@...> wrote:

> Two heart attacks? How old are you man?

I just turned 36.

First one at 29, second one at 31, that time they said if my coworker had
called 90 seconds later they would have lost me, and if I had a third it
would most likely kill me.

... ... ... ... ...?

I couldn't think of anything else to write for quite awhile here. If you
want to know why they happened or whatever, ask away. I don't mind talking
about it. Part of the NDE was cool, I'll admit, but whatever.

Marc

🔗David Beardsley <db@...>

----- Original Message -----
From: "Orphon Soul, Inc." <tuning@...>

> On 3/19/02 8:02 PM, "David Beardsley" <db@...> wrote:
>
> > Two heart attacks? How old are you man?
>
> I just turned 36.
>
> First one at 29, second one at 31, that time they said if my coworker had
> called 90 seconds later they would have lost me, and if I had a third it
> would most likely kill me.
>
> ... ... ... ... ...?
>
> I couldn't think of anything else to write for quite awhile here. If you
> want to know why they happened or whatever, ask away. I don't mind
talking
> about it. Part of the NDE was cool, I'll admit, but whatever.

Let's hear about the NDE, but I'm also
wondering why you had these heart attacks at
such a young age.

* David Beardsley
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