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Sabtu, 04 April 2009

Life Is Good In The Hawthorne Eco Village











All Photos by John Hoff, except second
from top by Jeff Skrenes


Every now and then, our neighborhood housing director, Jeff Skrenes, just walks around and checks progress in the Eco Village, which is the major cluster project of the Hawthorne Neighborhood.

Even though things in that area have improved by leaps and bounds--including a recent month with NO CRIME RECORDED--it's good to walk around with a friend, particularly when a backhoe is knocking down a house and some of the remnant holdout crackheads are skulking about next door, looking VERY UNHAPPY, realizing at some level this is the END OF AN ERA and refuge for crackheads isn't really something included in NRP Phase II.

So, anyway, I was Jeff's backup during this "walking audit" of the Eco Village...


Here's a little tour in photos. In the first photo, Jeff emerges from 3011 6th St. N., which is owned by PPL and will be "bid out" in April as a MURL project. This is a fine house with great potential, and anybody would be proud to live in a house like that, once it's all rehabbed.


The second photo was a "trippy image" produced by Jeff trying to take a picture through the front window of the interior features at 3011, including a mirror on the buffet.

In the third photo, Jeff is talking on the phone to PPL, letting them know another one of their houses has graffiti all over the retaining wall. In cases where we know the owner--in this case, PPL--both Jeff and myself refrain from calling 311 and, instead, call the owner of the property to take care of the issue.

Next, some kind soul keeps leaving out cat food for the strays at 3020 4th St. N. The following photo of Jeff scowling is because he's calling in about the sign on the tree. You're not supposed to nail signs to trees. Jeff called 311, then he called the number on the sign. After pumping out as much info as he could about the vacant lot, Jeff informed the person who answered the phone about the need to remove the sign. It was, however, some kind of answering service.

I was all, like, "Jeff, look the other way for a second and I'll take care of the sign." Jeff said, "I don't want to do things that way."

Next, the "stick photo" is at 422 30th Ave. N., an old brick house with a wrecked interior which appears to have a hot date scheduled with the Backhoe Of Doom. Somebody had pushed a stick down to the basement window, which could be manipulated into an open position. Both me and Jeff were momentarily mystified. What was the point of opening the window when nobody could get past the little cement wall?

I speculated that somebody on the exterior could open the window to yell to somebody inside or pass small objects through the window. This house has been raided before as a place where gangs stash drugs. Jeff said, "Let's pull that stick out of the window." So we did, for whatever temporary good THAT will do.

If this house gets demolished, I certainly hope some of the bricks will be salvaged.

In the next photo, Jeff sees some geeky mortgage technicality on some paperwork affixed to the exterior. That delighted expression is the look Jeff gets when talking about mortgage technicalities.

In the next photo, Jeff photographs the Backhoe of Doom (not seen in the picture) from right in front of the crack house at 3020 6th St. N., which is in its last days before final eviction of renters after the end of foreclosure and redemption. How many HUNDREDS of crackheads have we watched go through that door?

In the next two photos, things you bring to a demolition: a chainsaw in the truck bed, which is full of cans to be recycled. A water hose to keep down the dust...though nothing ever REALLY keeps down the dust. The fire hose is there to pay homage and respect to the DESIRE to keep down the dust, rather like speeding cars pay homage and respect to stop signs but do not come to a full and complete stop.

In the next photo, "the Polish lady" gave me and Jeff freshly made Polish sausage, knowing we get so involved in neighborhood revitalization sometimes we simply FORGET TO EAT. Every time a building gets demolished in the Eco Village, Jeff and I get Polish sausage.

Next, Jeff greets "Miko," the Polish lady's Husky. Beneath that, Jeff poses with the demolition dude, who seemed interested to learn a Level 3 Sex Offender recently lived in 3024 6th St. N. Somehow, I figured that piece of information would give him an additional sense of satisfaction and "job well done" as the building was smashed to toothpicks.

The lawn sign photo was taken at 3101 6th St. N., the old "Apartment Complex of Anarchy." While "3024" was demolished, rich black dirt was spread at 3101, then planted with grass seed.

Recently, I heard that one year, more than 900 phone calls to 911 were made from the Eco Village area. In contrast, the tough part of 6th St. where folks like Michael Klick and Brian Cheese are holding down the fort has never racked up more than approximately 600 phone calls a year to 911.

The last photo says it all. Here is where the crime, the slummy decay, the social problems that once haunted the Eco Village are heading.

To the dump.

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Selasa, 03 Maret 2009

My 311 Trophy Building




The graffiti on this building is visible on West Broadway, and has been since...well, since I started hanging around in North Minneapolis. So about a year. Well guess what? Nobody...

...had called this in to 311. I had often wanted to make the call, but the building was in a scary location, and the number (partially broken) wasn't very visible from the street. But a few days ago I was, like, what the heck...I'm going over there, I'm getting the number, and I'm calling it in. I honestly expected there would already be a report, given the prominent location and how long the graffiti had been there. But there was not report.

Well, there is now.

When people talk about West Broadway, and how rundown it is, and how it needs to be revitalized...they're pretty much talking about buildings like this one.

Wow, what a 311 trophy. I wonder where I can get it stuffed and mounted?

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Senin, 12 Januari 2009

My Little "311 Art Shows"



Photos By John Hoff

I've fallen into a kind of routine with the 311 system...

I walk around with my camera and--as blog readers can see--I take a lot of pictures. I'm hardly ever without my camera, except by mistake. So, obviously, I have my camera with me when I encounter graffiti.

Most of the graffiti I see is NOT in North Minneapolis. We have a lot of different issues in North Minneapolis, but graffiti doesn't even make the top ten. In fact, it seems like most graffiti is not done by real gangsters but little "wannabe gangsters."

So I take pictures of the graffiti, almost casually and without thinking about it, taking mental note of the locations. At some point, when I'm sitting down with my computer doing WHATEVER, I just start firing off emails to the 311 system, attaching the images.

(Yeah, naturally I have 311 in my "address book." The email address, in case anybody wants it RIGHT NOW, is minneapolis311@ci.minneapolis.mn.us)

I don't know these business addresses by heart, so I look locations up before writing emails. In the photos above, top to bottom, the Triple Rock Social Club on the West Bank, a dumpster behind the Loring Pasta Bar, and 806 Washington Ave. SE. These are some email 311 reports I made yesterday. I hope the 311 workers enjoy my photos. I try to make the photos both informative (for documentary purposes) as well as expressive, like a little art show contained within an email attachment.

I sometimes think it would be really fun if there were incentives to call 311. For example, you could get an online "game piece," then play some kind of Monopoly Game for fabulous prizes. Each piece would represent a business or private property where a graffiti call was made. Right now, I'd be in control of a serious portion of the West Bank and Dinkytown. On the basis of calling in unsecured doors, I'd own a serious chunk of North Minneapolis. Who would pay for the incentives? A partnership between government and private business.

Yeah, incentives would be nice...but the real reward happens when you contact 311, and then the graffiti MAGICALLY DISAPPEARS. And you rejoice in a feeling of good citizenship.

And then graffiti comes back. But that's OK...you just call or email again. And again. It's like mowing the lawn. You don't get angry because the grass grows back.

You just sigh...and mow it again.

People might say, "How is there TIME to do this?" Well, in my observation, almost everybody has a serious chunk of time dedicated to messing around online. It's really just a matter of making that time productive.

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Jumat, 09 Januari 2009

Great Housewarming Gifts! (Well, When They Work)




Jennifer The Flipper buys a lot of houses, and every time she gets some kind of "housewarming" package...

A recent package included two "free rides" on Metro Transit. Jennifer lives in a suburb and doesn't really ride the bus a lot, so she gave the passes to Jeanie Hoholik, who passed the passes to me. So, yeah, those little slips of paper were getting handed around like a jar of prison-made "pruno."

The instructions on the coupons say to insert them into the light rail ticket machines, just like currency. I tried it. Didn't work. I called the Metro customer line. They explained the ticket machines are sometimes "glitchy" like that. Uh huh. They told me to go ahead and ride.

I paid for a ticket, anyway, because I didn't want to be in one of THOSE conversations with a transit officer. "But, officer, I was TOLD by some guy at the customer service line..."

Yeah, right. Here's your $200 fine.

A Civic Bodhisattva

It is my destiny to be a kind of glitch-magnet, because I'll always try to make the system fix itself, email a public official, etcetera. The universe wants to evolve and become more enlightened, so it notices people like me and guess what? I'M A GLITCH MAGNET.

So here's what I started doing: every time I rode the light rail, I tried to make the coupons work. And every time they didn't, I called it in. I did this, like three times. Well, one time I had to call in the fact the machine wasn't working AT ALL. The screen was not functioning.

Some people stand on a rail platform and wait, and get nothing accomplished at all. But there's always an opportunity to squeeze in another cell phone call helpful to your neighborhood, to send a text message, or add phone numbers to your directory or--good heavens--notice something amiss and call 311, or the Metro Transit Customer line or--heaven forbid--911.

Today the ticket machine finally accepted the coupons and issued me a transfer. I used it to go pick up my 11-year-old son in Burnsville.

My 311 Efforts THWARTED!!! CURSES!!!!!!!!

All along the light rail, there are instances of graffiti. But it's hard to call it in. How can you know the address of a building when you are just whizzing by on a train? Yet the light rail route is full of graffiti, contributing to a feeling of "civic disorder" among the passengers, a feeling that "anything can happen" along the route.

Yeah, I believe in the "broken windows" theory. I don't like the way people such as former Seattle City Attorney Mark "The Devil" Sidran have applied it, but I do believe the theory, absolutely.

"Alex," I said to my son today. "You know what would be cool? To ride a bike all along the light rail route, and call in the graffiti visible from the light rail. I mean...clean up the whole route, you know? So none of the passengers would have to see that crap."

My son didn't think the idea was cool at all. This from a kid who reads the Star Tribune on the light rail, and gets all excited about a story concerning a TAX AUDIT.

This is how I plan to lose weight when warm weather comes: riding a bike and making scores of 311 calls along my routes.

But, please, anybody should feel free to steal my idea.

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Sabtu, 03 Januari 2009

The Gangster Cam Is Dead! LONG LIVE THE GANGSTER CAM!!!!



Photos By Unknown Individuals In Possession
Of Camera Now Owned By John Hoff


So I had to replace another camera. It was all Brian Thao Worra's fault. I was trying to take his picture, and he crossed his arms over his chest, self-conscious. I said something like, "Oh, don't do this thing, here," and energetically imitated Bryan's gesture...well, the camera in my hand went flying and...

...it was just a cheap little thing I bought at a pawn shop, and it broke. I called that camera "the gangster cam" because of the identity of its last owner, revealed clearly enough in the pictures left on the memory card, click here for a blog post.

So I had to replace the cheap $29 HP camera with ANOTHER cheap $29 HP camera, though I was willing to go as high as $39. There was only one other requirement, in addition to being CHEAP and being an HP. I also wanted some cool pictures on the memory card. Pictures of GANGSTERS.

Once again, my favorite St. Paul pawn shop had exactly what I wanted. Pictured here are some--certainly not all--photos from the memory card.

The photos appear to tell the story of a party at a sad, run-down apartment complex. I suspect the location is in St. Paul, based simply on where I bought the camera.

Several photos are taken in the parking lot, like the first photo, top. However, throughout the night's events, little children are present. People pose with the children, they take pictures of the children individually and in groups, and then the adults return to drinking, dancing, scoring (what appears to be) drugs out of a passing car, tagging, flashing gang signs, etcetera.

Photo, top: one of the party participants, posing on a vehicle. Second from top, somebody poses with (fresh?) graffiti outside the door of the apartment complex. Look at that expression of pride in the face. That's the look of a proud artisan.

Third from the top, a group of children enter the building where the party apparently took place. Out of numerous photos including the children, this is one of the "least identifiable" which is why I picked it for inclusion. Whatever adults do, it's not the fault of the children.

Next, flashing a gang sign near a vehicle.

In the following photo, upper right corner, the guy with cornrow braids who was next to the vehicle appears to be looking intently at...some substance? In plastic? Or is he just punching some kind of small, hand-held device?

Next, four photos...flashing gang signs, dancing with a booze bottle and money. Closer examination of the photos with the money reveals the currency to total a mere $40, in the form of two $20 bills. Sad signs of the "George Bush Recession." Good heavens, I remember when only $100 dollar bills, or at least a THICK wad of lesser denominations, were worth waving around while dancing to gangster rap.

Smoke drifts languidly through the air like strands of rope...and as the night goes on, the booty shaking only grows more intense.

The very last photo was not taken the day of the party. It is an image from inside the pawn shop where I purchased the camera, perhaps taken by a pawnshop employee to establish this was a working camera.

Well, this "gangster cam" now has a new life. I'm sure it will eventually get broken like all my other cameras, but when it goes down it will go down in the cause of neighborhood revitalization.

The old gangster cam is dead. Long live the new gangster cam.

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Selasa, 16 Desember 2008

2207 4th St. N. Cleans Up Its Act

Photo By John Hoff

There has finally been a positive development with 2207 4th St. N., the "condemned party house" situation which I wrote about here, and also here. (Click for links)

No sense dragging it out for drama: the graffiti got cleaned up. It appears to have been done at the last minute, right before the abatement order would have taken effect. However, I should note there appears to be a decent, good-faith effort made to match the paint with the color of the wood instead of slapping on any old thing. So....good.

The neighborhood is pleased to see progress and somewhat hopeful the initial situation may have been an aberration and misunderstanding about the community standards in this part of North Minneapolis.

This is what happens when we communicate and coordinate. We win. We take back our neighborhood. We turn things around.

(Do not click "Read More")

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