Showing posts with label urbanization. Show all posts
Showing posts with label urbanization. Show all posts

Thursday, May 7, 2009

The Slumburban Asphalt Jungle

This Wednesday we were treated to a Washington Post article with a photo featuring a familiar sight from Connecticut Avenue Estates here in west Wheaton:  an ugly parking slab that used to be a front yard.

The Post article covers the county’s proposed measure to prohibit people from converting their lawns into paved parking lots.  Here’s an excerpt:

“The Montgomery County Council began considering a proposal [on Monday, May 4] by County Executive Isiah Leggett (D) to limit pavement in front yards and restrict who could park there.  Violators could be fined as much as $500 a day for each offense, potentially rising to $750 a day for repeat offenders.  No matter how small your lot, however, you would always be allowed to have at least 310 square feet of pavement, enough for two short, tightly parked cars.

The proposal also would forbid parked vehicles on grass in the front yard, forcing drivers to either park on pavement, gravel or stone in the yard or park on the street.  But it doesn't mention the back yard, which means that still could be paved over in most single-family neighborhoods.”
“Montgomery Council Considers Limits on Front Yard Pavement,” Washington Post, May 6, 2009

What the article doesn’t mention is that people here often pave over their front lawns so they can cram more renters/boarders in these houses.  Residential overcrowding is rampant in Connecticut Avenue Estates.

For example, my next-door neighbor uses her house as a cut-rate motel and dive lounge with cheap beer and cheaper music.  Her “patrons” rely on her ample parking lot to store their wheels while they carouse at her tacky slumburban dive.  They can fit four vehicles in her lot, but they often manage to accommodate six when they park in front of our lot as well.

A fair number of households have four to six automobiles, a lot of which are large vehicles, such as work vans and trucks.  Many of them are commercial/company vehicles, often unmarked.

The county has had so many complaints about oversized vehicles in residential neighborhoods that MCPD will start enforcing a new code prohibiting street parking of oversized vehicles starting on July 1, as mentioned in the article.  But before you start plotting to flag your obnoxious neighbor’s pickup or van, you should know that this covers only very large commercial and recreational vehicles, with gross vehicle weight (GVW) of 10,000 lbs. or greater, measuring at least 8 feet high and 21 feet long.  (For details on the new law, click here [PDF, 238K].)

As far as the Post article and comments in reaction to the county’s consideration of the measure, I was somewhat surprised at the passionate “don’t-tread-on-me” style mini-diatribes defending the right to pave over one’s patch of suburbia.

All I can say is that neighborhoods like Connecticut Avenue Estates make HOAs look very attractive.  I realize how arbitrary and inflexible these groups can be, but it’s a slippery slope to slumburbia, and libertarianism works much better out in the wilderness.

In the article’s comments section, Aspen Hill blogger Thomas Hardman eloquently articulates the position of residents like me:

Thank GOD!

In the recent District 4 Special Election, this was the cry that I delivered for Aspen Hill, the cry against people who cut down all of their trees, pave their yards, and illegally park their work fleets on their paved yard, and give the neighborhood the appearance of an industrial park illegally renting out their shop spaces to families of illegal aliens.

It is an offense to the neighbors, to the neighborhood, to the Chesapeake Bay watersheds, and to the aquifers under Maryland.

It has to stop.

Thank you, Montgomery Council.

If you learn nothing from this Special Election, learn this:

Stop PAVING MONTGOMERY.  Stop trying to PAVE the BAY.


I leave you with my own photographic illustration of the phenomenon of paved front lawns.  This is a section of Valleywood Drive in Connecticut Avenue Estates.  Here we have three different parking lot substrates in front of four different homes.  During the height of summer this area is an unwelcome miniature heat island.  Valleywood Drive runs right next to a stream that is part of the Rock Creek watershed.



The county council will hold a public hearing on this issue on Tuesday, June 9 at 7:30 p.m. at the Council Office Building (100 Maryland Avenue, Rockville 20850).  The measure under consideration is called “ZTA 09-03, Home Occupations and Residential Off-street Parking.”  To give testimony, call 240-777-7931.


Monday, April 6, 2009

What the brick--?!?


In honor of “Script Frenzy,” I have written the following short dialogue, which takes place not far from lower slumburbia (southwest Wheaton, in this instance).

Boilerplate Disclaimer:  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious.  Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and derives from heretofore untapped psychic powers.


INT. CONSTRUCTION SITE TRAILER - EARLY SPRING, DAYTIME

The contractor, JOE, sits on a broken swivel chair, looking over change order forms and other assorted paperwork.  ELMER, a construction worker, enters the room and stands there until JOE notices him.

ELMER
Boss?  My family is growing very fast and I need more space right now.  I want to ask you--

JOE
--what, buddy?  You lookin’ for another bonus?  Or even more overtime?!  You know, work slowed down a bit in the off-season and I think you should really take it easy.  (Pauses.)  Hold on, didn’t you move out of that roach magnet and into a new house in the suburbs not too long ago?  What gives?

ELMER
Yes, but, you see, this house is very small, less than 900 feet.  My wife wants all our boys to have their own rooms and she wants a new kitchen and we have a corner lot, so I--

JOE
--well, why didn’t you say so?!  You want to take that surplus off my hands?  That stuff left over from the jobs last season?  Help yourself, buck.

ELMER
Thank you; I owe you big, Mr. Joe.

JOE
Sure.  Hey, you want those pallets of cinderblocks for cheap?  I really need to free up the space for some new shipments.

ELMER
Yeah, I take those.  Also, I see you have very many leftover yellow bricks--

JOE
--go ahead and help yourself to those, too.  And you’ll need some mortar mix.  Y’know, I’ve even got some manufacturer mortar dye samples you can play with, if you want ’em.

ELMER
Oh, very good!  Thank you, man!

JOE
No problem, charlie.  Show me some photos once you get things going.

ELMER
I will!


The result:

A Lower Slumburbia DIY McMansion —
Fugly Supersized Rear Addition / Re-McModel Variant

That’s right, folks, it’s just your average slumburban

“Surplus Supply Shotgun Special” :



Now let’s examine this aesthetically-challenged architectural hybrid from hell:
1. On the right we have an original Dutch colonial brick-and-frame duplex with a quirky mansard roof, circa 1950.
2. On the left we have a brick-and-block millenial monstrosity, circa 2000-2003.




Exterior Side Wall (Northeast Exposure):
Let’s call this creative color scheme “Adobe Sunset” (or perhaps “El Dorado ” or “La Casa Puesta del Sol ” if we’re marketing to Spanish-speakers).

This wall features:

• 1/5 pink brick with white mortar
• 2/5 pale yellow brick with pink mortar
• 2/5 pale yellow brick with dun mortar
• flimsy builder-grade windows/doors

The spouse calls this ample annex the “Pink Elephant.”  I’ve gotta admit that it does kind of resemble a pink elephant, with its rosy coloration and ear-like frontal overhang.  And if I were one of the itinerant neighborhood drunks, it might make me do a double take, too.



Check out the decorative bricklaying 8-9 feet above grade.  The manic masons decided to lay down a course of “soldiered” bricks just above the first floor windows and side entry door.  The outer ends of the lintel blocks are flush with the corners of the windows, so they provide absolutely no structural advantage over the standard running bond brick pattern, which would have been functionally superior in this case.  (These corners should be fine as long as they used steel lintels, but they really squandered an opportunity to combine form and function in the masonry here.)

The railings look like they’re interior-grade, untreated wood that is supposed to be primed and painted, or at least stained and sealed.  Using this interior millwork for entryways seems to be very popular here in lower slumburbia.  Hence, you tend to see split and rotting wood railings (sometimes with missing balusters) that were installed just within the last 5-10 years.

Exterior Rear Wall (Southeast Exposure):
(If this vivid spectacle is not yet seared into your brain, feel free to scroll back up to reference the top photos again.)
• cinderblock painted a dullish custard yellow
• more cheap builder-grade windows/doors


Other Tidbits:
• assorted junk, typical of casual slumburban living, including the obligatory molded plastic patio chairs
• rebar-embedded cinderblock retaining wall, topped off with a layer of cement (Quikrete or somesuch)
• not pictured: generously proportioned shed/outbuilding, free-roving collie


Thursday, January 22, 2009

Welcome to Slumburbia. Now get lost.

I live in slumburbia.

I started using this term about 4-5 years ago, right around the crescendo of the housing bubble. At the time, the term didn't have much currency. Mainly the only other person using it on the web was some visual artist from Canada.

If you're in your 20s or 30s and grew up liberal and neurotic; the suburbs are a Tragically Unhip* place to live. The suburbs are considered a destination for losers and clueless middle Americans. I know this because I used to be one of those self-hating liberals. Now I'm an independent and over 30 so I don't have so much patience for this culture anymore.

*another Canadian allusion there

California Über Alles:

Early last spring, San Francisco real estate journalist Carol Lloyd used the term to apply to some rather spacious tract house communities around the Bay area. To be quite honest, far-leftist anti-sprawl activists would like nothing more than to see suburbia rot. It's powerful symbolism, like vandalizing Eisenhower’s tomb or something.

But I have to say that this is such an absurd application of the term slumburbia. Anybody applying this neologism to millenial large-lot McMansion boom developments in central Cali has never experienced authentic American slumburban living in a fifties-era small-lot roach magnet. And even I know that the corner of slumburbia I live in has nothing on the strains of slumburbia found in L.A. County.

Luckily, around the same time as the San Francisco Chronicle / SFGate article, The Atlantic published a more well-researched piece that extended the term beyond outer-ring exurbs.

Here is an excerpt:
“On the other hand, many inner suburbs that are on the wrong side of town, and poorly served by public transport, are already suffering what looks like inexorable decline. Low-income people, displaced from gentrifying inner cities, have moved in, and longtime residents, seeking more space and nicer neighborhoods, have moved out.”
“The Next Slum?,” The Atlantic, March 2008

Now, that’s the slumburbia I’m talking about. The old housing stock slumburbia. The middle-class flight slumburbia. The slumlord rental units slumburbia. The lawn-paved-over-into-a-mini-parking-lot slumburbia.

Now that's my corner of America.

Welcome to slumburbia, friends. You must be lost.

So here's a tip: Lock your car doors, do a U-turn in the clogged cul-de-sac up there, and keep driving until you get to the mall.