Sunday, November 18, 2007
THE [USER]
The Child is woken by their parents for school everyday in the area. They are driven by their parents, ride the bus, or walk to school. They might not really like school, but like most kids, they want to get school over with so they can go play with their friends. They have their playtime and are called in for dinner. They finish their homework and off to bed to wake up again the next day and wait to play games. The fact that this area does not have anything around for their kids to play in has to be disappointing for the Child. Franklin park is across Vine Street, but who lets their child run across a major street like that one. There is some open space around 10th and Green Street, but the Child gets away and out of site from their parents. To the northwest is a good amount of residential. They need something for their kids to be entertained so they are not running the city getting lost.
The Student lives in the area. Waking up everyday to get to class by catching a bus, riding a bike, walking, or driving. They come to school, put their efforts towards their education and leave. They continue with a new journey, stop at the library, grab a beer with some friends, come home and write a paper, or watch some TV. A Student always needs to blow off some steam, they need some leisure time, even if it is hanging out with their friends, maybe want to catch a movie or go out to the bar or even just to get some alone time by themselves. A Student living in this area has plenty of accesses to different atmospheres in the city, but they do not have that genuine getaway space close by to them.
The Worker comes and goes to work everyday. Works his or her 9-5 job and goes home to their family. The Worker starts out by getting up and usually traveling by car to get to work. He or she does their duties and drives back home getting caught in hush hour traffic. They come home to their families, eat dinner and gets ready to do it all over again the next day. There is a storage building at 8th and Willow Street with the Red Cross and Traffic Court at 8th and Spring Garden. There are parking lots in-between them for parking for the surrounding area of structures holding their jobs. A worker always needs some time to get away from their job or even wait till hush hour traffic and pass by. This could be a great opportunity to give them leisure time to themselves with open or enclosed space to get away from their everyday lives.
The Hipster is a big part of this area. A Hipster usually is caught just hanging out with friends at coffee houses or laying around on a spot of green or any open area to sit and talk for a long period of time. The Hipster travels by bike everywhere they go. They love their bike. Driving is out of the question for they have an environmental aspect to their lives. They love to end their night with a dance party with a large amount of people in warehouses or at shows. The Electric Factory is at 7th and Callowhill where music and dance shows happen all the time. The area also has a number of music warehouses. The Hipster uses the site very often for it is a safe way to travel through the site to get to destinations. With the slow lights and bike path it gives comfort traveling through here where they could stop to have their talk time or catch an eventful party.
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Tourist, schoolkid, college student- good. But there can be more and you can whip them out. I do think its a good format. You can actually go further- give them names (Heather is the college girl, little Noah or Zebediah is the kid). Gives you the freedom to weave more elaborate short stories of them, their experiences and their values as they prowl that neighborhood. No Muhammeds? No Carlos's? How culturally diverse is this colliding cluster- they sound so Caucasian. Oh, and its OK to use my name as the hipster. jp
you don't know your sight until you've been to the burrito stand ...or the chinese food supplier - or at least walked by the halfway house and seen the homeless dudes making camp under the railroad via ducts.
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