http://ominousrabbit.com/2010/02/hello-luxury-goodbye-paradise-part-2/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=hello-luxury-goodbye-paradise-part-2 Online News Journal of My Very Small World Fri, 03 Sep 2010 15:58:42 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 http://ominousrabbit.com/2010/02/hello-luxury-goodbye-paradise-part-2/comment-page-1/#comment-125 Dad Fri, 19 Feb 2010 15:40:01 +0000 http://ominousrabbit.com/?p=2762#comment-125 Dear Q, I get so discouraged sometimes, not about anything personal, but about our species' inexorable drive to foul the nest. The process you are describing also took place in Boulder, where you grew up, and which, at the time I discovered it, was in its own lovely weird way a Paradise. I fell in love with it instantly and was willing to endure more miserable time in Terre Haute, Indiana, on the hope that eventually I would be able to live in lovely Boulder. By the time you were of an age to notice such things it had already changed much, and I don't blame you for moving on when you were able. As I've often told people, I moved, finally to Denver, when I could no longer sustain the illusion of Boulder. The curse of money and "progress" had tainted it beyond recognition, even though it struggled to maintain its reputation as cool, hip, committed to "regulating" development. In my darker moments I fear only global catastrophe can save the world for its other inhabitants. Dad Dear Q, I get so discouraged sometimes, not about anything personal, but about our species’ inexorable drive to foul the nest. The process you are describing also took place in Boulder, where you grew up, and which, at the time I discovered it, was in its own lovely weird way a Paradise. I fell in love with it instantly and was willing to endure more miserable time in Terre Haute, Indiana, on the hope that eventually I would be able to live in lovely Boulder. By the time you were of an age to notice such things it had already changed much, and I don’t blame you for moving on when you were able. As I’ve often told people, I moved, finally to Denver, when I could no longer sustain the illusion of Boulder. The curse of money and “progress” had tainted it beyond recognition, even though it struggled to maintain its reputation as cool, hip, committed to “regulating” development. In my darker moments I fear only global catastrophe can save the world for its other inhabitants. Dad

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