Lessons from a year playing Pokemon Go

Pokestops are, in general, "street furniture".  While most of these were initially Ingress sites, and many others have been added (notably Starbucks and Sprint stores):

Churches, temples (many faiths), zen centers.  I no longer live near a Sikh house of assembly, nor a mosque, so I don't know about coverage of all faiths.



Architectural details (gargoyles, mosaics, art deco terra cotta tilework, cupolas, etc.)


Historical markers.

Public artworks, especially in vest-pocket parks.


Subway stops/train stations, etc.



Now, I am not aware of any statues, here in NYC, CT, PBCo., which commemorate events or personalities who contributed to the US civil war on the losing side. So I do not know if they are Pokestops.  I suspect not.

I would like to know if Pokemon Go has lessened gang graffiti and neo-Nazi graffiti on "street furniture", especially given that children are increasingly visiting these public markers.

Surprising to me, some bars (albeit with architecturally-notable facades) are Pokestops.


voting -- beginning of spiel

As with everything else, there is a great deal of confusion about "voter fraud", barriers to voting, and voter registration.

Before the last general election, +Ashby Manson shared that he still receives voter registration update cards for more than one! previous owner of his house.  Disturbing -- did these people sell a home and neglect to re-register?  Are they then not voting?  Yet, the reports of people registered in multiple states are most likely true, because voting laws vary from state to state:  if one re-registers in Arkansas from Kansas, maybe one's registration is not automatically purged from the rolls in Kansas, but it doesn't happen that someone is going to drive from Arkansas to Kansas in order to vote twice on one day.

I continually, two years after my dad died, get political calls for him.  He will not be voting, and the days when the Chicago Machine and Tammany Hall used names of voters to get votes who are dead are long gone.

As a canvasser, I encountered a lot of people who proudly showed me their voter registration cards.  It was important to be educated in the ways and means to change their addresses to their current address or to vote in their previous district (this was within the same county), since if they voted at the polling place in their current district, but not that on their voter registration card, their vote wouldn't count, and be able to provide the forms and the process for re-registering.  

There are many people who travel for work, and then there are people who are in assisted care, some of whom can't vote on their own.



Awesome essay!

Although one has to question the idea that Schuyler was a poet of urban environments, since he wrote so much about man-made suburban environments (well, Southampton, NY, is hardly suburban).  He also wrote about preferring smaller towns with more outdoor space.  However, Eileen Myles' set of personal anecdotes about assisting Schuyler are poignant, and I had forgotten about the (perhaps exacerbated by alcohol abuse) diabetes which began to take away his ability to walk well.


I would like to write a bit about James Schuyler, even though I never met him.  

As a fan of his poetry, I am a bit disappointed about the critical discourse surrounding him and his work.  For instance, after he was released from the US Navy after WWII, returning to Manhattan, writing a play made into a short film, he chose to go to Italy and continue his studies.  Was he a “typist” for Auden, or was he a secretary or assistant, as Joyce was, or Rilke was, or Merwin was (to different writers)?  Is this self-effacement, or what?

Is Bethany College crap compared to Harvard? Ever known anyone on the college plan where it takes eight years to get a BA?  “Well, I was playing bridge.”  I actually regret sharing that anecdote.  I want to send to Bethany College and see if he was ejected.  And I don’t care if he pursued knitting courses at University of Florence and never finished a sweater:  more power to him. No one wants a farm in Arkansas if one is not a farmer in Arkansas, but instead a homosexual man in Manhattan who could be in Italy with that money.

Then there’s the problem with mental health:  with Robert Lowell, criticism resides with “he was able to write what he wrote despite his mental illness” -- yet, one has to travel pretty far into the weeds with the histories of many other poets and writers to even know they were drunks or whatever, while with Schuyler:  well, you know, he was nuts.  Because he never wrote anything before 1960.  Really?  He started publishing and producing works as soon as he got off of the blanket ship.  Well, everything was charity: his collaborations, his pulitzer prize-winning book, his more than a decade in Southampton, NY, with the Porters… there was that time he fell down in the street, the time he set fire to his bed.  He had the audacity to write about his time in the asylum.  Do you know how difficult it is to get a pencil and paper in one of those places?

He may have been a hot mess.  I do not know.  But he is derided as “a lesser Frank O’Hara, who only became an adult after O’Hara’s untimely death”.  I do not care.  He was not Frank O’Hara, anymore than I am.  



I began using "disreputable" to refer to items about 20 years ago (or more).

In context:  "this disreputable sponge" is a kitchen sponge so filthy that all sorts of soap and vinegar will not clean it enough in order to prepare it to clean other things, such as pots and pans or floors.

^ that was the intro:  

recalling reading how-to home maker American Books from the 30's:  flapper to pecuniary, how to turn run stockings into dish scrubbers!