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Thursday, November 15, 2012

Twilight of the Goodtimes

Posted by on Thu, Nov 15, 2012 at 12:10 PM

This Saturday, for the Moment Magnitude at Frye Museum, I'm going to present a lecture on the history of social housing in the US. Some idea of this lecture:

My lecture will be about the period of time between 1979 and 2008. 1979 marks the end of Good Times, a sitcom about a black American family living in the twilight of the “goodtimes”—the “goodtimes” being the Civil Rights moment, the moment of the Great Society, the moment just before the forces of neoliberalism are unleashed on “the black metropolis.” 1979 is the year Margaret Thatcher, the queen of neoliberalism, rises to power. 1989 represents another moment in this history. This is the moment of regeneration/gentrification and the relocation of the urban poor to the periphery, the suburbs—a relocation that subsequently begins to collapse in 2007, triggering the global economic crash of the following year.
The lecture is tied to this video mix...
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The lecture happens at 4 pm.

 

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TVDinner 1
You can't talk about social housing, Charles, unless you include the work of Delores Hayden, and if you don't, no one will take you seriously.
Posted by TVDinner http:// on November 15, 2012 at 1:19 PM · Report this
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The TV set in that picture looks remarkably like the Admiral b&w set that sat in our den which was our family's only set for my entire childhood, through high school. After the first few years, it would fail regularly, as the various tubes burned out. When times were tough and my parents couldn't afford to call the tv serviceman, I opened up the back, took out all the tubes, put them in a paper bag and bicycled out to the drugstore on my little bike, where they had a testing machine. I spent my saved allowance money on the needed replacement. Years later, when I could drive, having become the default serviceman of our tv, and having replaced almost everything at least once over the years, I took on my biggest repair project. I drove to an electronics parts distributor and bought a new picture tube and somehow installed and aligned that.

I'm not sure my parents exactly ever appreciated it, either. My mother was always worried I would break something that couldn't be fixed. Every time I fixed it, I think the reaction was more like, "Whew. Thank God the kid didn't ruin it." Meanwhile, I got zapped a few times. Thanks to being young and resilient, I didn't die. Don't think that would work today. I never told anyone for fear of getting scolded.

Ah, memories.
Posted by Brooklyn Reader on November 15, 2012 at 1:42 PM · Report this
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Oh, clear my fucking calendar! Please tell me this retarded blowhard doesn't actually get paid for this shit.
Posted by Stranger'sWorstNightmare on November 16, 2012 at 7:36 AM · Report this

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