Unseasonably warm weather. Flooding. Strong hurricane cycles. What does it all mean to us? Watch out Global Warming, North Miami is on it!
As part of the National Conversation on Climate Action that takes place tomorrow, the City of North Miami is hosting a local event to announce some of the initiatives that are being launched as part of the Green North Miami campaign. The event, one of two in the state of Florida, will begin at 6:00 p.m. at the Museum of Contemporary Art’s Pavilion Gallery, located at 770 NE 125 ST. If there is food I will be there.
Let's see, there is an MPO meeting in the County Commission Chambers at 2 p.m. TOMORROW. Then there is a meeting about Bicentennial Park at 4:30 pm TOMORROW at the Orange Bowl. Then TOMORROW, White-Suited Tom Wolfe speaks at the Freedom Tower 6 to 8 p.m. (I thought he had died maybe I am thinking of Hunter Thompson, I know one wrote about acid and the other took it). That should be about the same time as the North Miami gig: TOMORROW.
Do I dare try to make them all? Can I do it? North Miami has to move downtown for me to get to theirs unless I skip Wolfe. What to do? Let's all descent on North Miami clamoring for food and make them send out for pizza and see what Bonnie Clearwater does. (Thank God for the internet: Tom Wolfe interviewed Hunter Thompson (also a writer) for his book: The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test.)
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Tom Wolfe might discuss art and adaptive re-use to help urban renewal. Exactly what is happening in Wynwood. Wynwood now has no factories and no manufacturing plants. Yet Wynwood now has over 80 art galleries and museums and pent up demand for housing. (DPZ please take note.)
Bicentennial Park might get a great hearing Thursday.
Tom Wolfe wrote from “Bauhaus to Our House,” dealing with architecture and cities, but also “The Bonfire of the Vanities.” We need someone to do for Miami what he did for New York in his over the top portrayal of 1980s corporate greed.
“From Publishers Weekly
In his spellbinding first novel, Wolfe proves that he has the right stuff to write propulsively engrossing fiction. Both his cynical irony and sense of the ridiculous are perfectly suited to his subject: the roiling, corrupt, savage, ethnic melting pot that is New York City. Ranging from the rarefied atmosphere of Park Avenue to the dingy courtrooms of the Bronx, this is a totally credible tale of how the communities uneasily coexist and what happens when they collide. On a clandestine date with his mistress one night, top Wall Street investment banker and snobbish WASP Sherman McCoy misses his turn on the thruway and gets lost in the South Bronx; his Mercedes hits and seriously injures a young black man. The incident is inflated by a manipulative black leader, a district attorney seeking reelection and a sleazy tabloid reporter into a full-blown scandal, a political football and a hokey morality play. Wolfe adroitly swings his focus from one to another of the people involved: the protagonist McCoy; Kramer, the assistant D.A.; two detectives one Irish, the other Jewish; a slimy, alcoholic British journalist; an outraged judge, etc. He has an infallible, mocking ear for New York voices, rendering with equal precision the defense lawyer's "gedoutdahere," the deliberate bad grammar ("that don't help matters") of the wily "reverend" and the clenched-teeth WASP locution ('howjado"). His reporter's eye has seized every gritty detail of the criminal justice system, and he is also acute in rendering the hierarchy at a society party. He convincingly equates the jungles of Wall Street and the Bronx: in both places men casually use the same four-letter expletives and, no matter what their standing on the social ladder, find that power kindles their lust for nubile young women. Erupting from the first line with noise, color, tension and immediacy, this immensely entertaining novel accurately mirrors a system that has broken down: from the social code of basic good manners to the fair practices of the law. It is safe to predict that the book will stand as a brilliant evocation of New York's class, racial and political structure in the 1980s.”
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I remember his book about stock car racing...I was in he drugstore behind him on line...he wears the white suit always..even buying shampoo in the afternoon.
Living in Southampton was a great place to run into celebrities just walking around...Billy Joel, Paul McCartney, Paul Simon, Robert DeNiro and Gwen Verdon (Damn Yankees and Sweet Charity).
Thursday night Tom Wolfe did discuss how art and artists can take over blighted neighborhoods and in as little as three years completely turn them around. Mr. Wolfe stated the artists attract rich people. (Rich people pay rent, renovate and purchase goods and services.) He gave many examples including Providence, RI, and 10-15 communities in NYC. This proposal is the exact opposite of what Elizabeth Plater-Zyberk and the Miami 21 planners are recommending for Wynwood and Little River. Miami 21 demands factories and manufacturing plants should remain. (Newsflash they left years ago.) Miami 21 basically bans legal residences from Wynwood. Plater-Zyberk and Manny Diaz were in the audience. We hope they were listening.
How can North Miami claim to be GREEN when they let that dump remain unchecked at Biscayne Landing. They are hypocrites.
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