Did you visit the aquarium? They have whale sharks! It's the only reason I want to visit Atlanta eventually.
We didn't go down to Buckhead. My friend said it was basically a bunch of tall downtown buildings that cyclically is either being rebuilt or failing to thrive. Is it worth deeing?
The aquarium was on our list of things to do, but the weather kept being so nice that we stuck with outdoorsy things.
The botannical gardens at Piedmont Park were fantastic, for example.
If you were there on a Sunday at the right churches it could indeed have been Hatlanta.
My favorite place to take out of town guests was a tour of the Fabulous Fox Theater, followed by the Botanical Gardens and downtown Decatur. I miss the Brickstore every day.
We didn't go inside the Fox Theater, but I wish we could have. The outside was awesome.
Buckhead is an experience of opulence and what giant, oversized boutique stores and restraunts look like in a quazi-urban setting. Lenox mall can be entertaining for rich people mall gawking. There are some very good restaurants in Buckhead, but you'd have a much nicer experience at places in Decatur, Candler or Innman Park. The Atlanta History Center, however, which is Buckhead adjacent, is well worth a visit.
Not sure what you mean by rich and middle classes being integrated by neighborhood. That isn't true around Little 5/Poncey Highlands (which is where I lived most of my time there. There are some big ole houses in, say Innman Park that were victims of white flight/ housing collapse in the 1970s and 1980s, that have since been moved from artsy type to professional class folks. The really rich peopl still live in the ritzier parts of Buckhead and the northern suburbs.
And now I have to board my flight.
Dammit.
I couldn't really tell who lived where in the neighborhoods, just from wandering around. It was more my impression from going to restaurants, stores, and seeing people out and about.
I thought you meant both the middle and upper economic classes were integrated ethnically, not that the middle class was integrated with the upper class.
7.1: Heebie can get that experience any time she wants by going to Dallas.
Actually, Heebie, I believe you'll find that the term is "Hotlanta".
You're saying the real name is Otlanta?
The best thing about being in Atlanta is, you're close to Savannah.
The only time I've been to Atlanta there was a tornado that just missed the airport as we were leaving.
16: Is she still on Wheel of Fortune?
My friend M and I this one time decided were going to curate an anthology of short stories about gay Jews in the south called Disco Bunnies beyond Hotlanta. I'm not sure why it was called that, but it was.
gay Jews in the south called Disco Bunnies beyond Hotlanta.
Surely Chatlanta?
LEAVE ME ALONE, MOM. I'M TALKING TO MY FRIENDS!
Geez. One day I'm going to move out of the basement, and then she'll see how much she misses me!
My stupid mom says I have to turn off the computer now for being rude. I guess I'll see you guys later. You're still the best!
Little 5 Points and Virginia Highlands were my favorite places in Atlanta. It's a good thing you missed out on Buckhead. Four years of college in Atlanta and I went to Buckhead maybe five times and only that much because of one restaurant with really good tapas.
I apologize for little Pauly's behavior here, but he's been hard to control ever since the "accident". You know how it is.
I don't know if Atlanta is unusually integrated, but it surely features a uniquely strong black middle and upper class, compared to most American cities.
(I didn't watch "The Real Housewives of Atlanta" but based on the clips it featured a rich, tasteless white woman trying to insinuate herself with a clique of rich, tasteless black women, which seemed interesting.)
26.2: And white up-and-comer Kim had a black personal assistant she yelled at all the time, which led to some of her black showmates to accuse her of treating the assistant (called Sweetie, I suppose by her own choice) like a slave. There's all sorts of weirdly fascinating race stuff going on, including the lawyer married to the ex-con saying that because her husband was raised in a white home, he doesn't understand good food, only things that come out of cans. It's the only Real Housewives show I've watched and that's partly because there's interesting stuff about race and being nouveau riche/fake rich/maybe just having a high credit line or something since nothing else makes sense. But it's horrible and I can't recommend it exactly. I watch so I know what my friends are mocking, mostly.
Ha ha! My stupid mom forgot about my cell phone! She sucks!
I JUST CALLED! TO SAY! I LOVE YOU (GUYS)!
I've also got my Nintendo DS. Which rhymes with THE BEST! Coincidence??????? Who wants to play Tetris?
Atlanta was "Laurelton" in Katherine Frank's G-Strings and Sympathy: Strip Club Regulars and Male Desire. Discussed in more detail somewhere in the archives, she was a former exotic dancer and now cultural anthropology professor (or maybe grad student). That industry is part of the subtext of the Hotlanta branding.
G-Strings and Sympathy: Strip Club Regulars and Male Desire
One of the things that I tend to tell my friends, when they are naïve needy daring so well-supplied with time and a desire to hear me drone on about things they don't care about as to ask me to comment on something they've written, is to strike self-defeating defensive language -- in body text, noise like "I think" and "for that matter," and in titles, pretty much everything that comes before the (last) colon.
Well, you'd hate to have people think they were buying something about the sociology of orchestras or string quartets or something.
32: Before the last colon!
To be fair, this comes from a man who has blocked Slate, the Atlantic and a number of other sites because their common writing style reminded him too vividly of the "NEW CLICHE TO COME" anecdote about the James Cramer character in Kurt Andersen's novel Turn of the Century. Which wasn't otherwise much good, so don't bother. I am a bad person.
Flip is saying the dross comes before the colon.
I really like the Indian food you can get in Chaatlanta.
35: Want to try that again with "Mahatlanta"?
The book-buying public will not be free until the last cover is strangled with the last colon.
the Indian foot
I keep one on my keychain for good luck.
36: No, I think it works just fine as is.
Oh, I get it. I dunno. "G-Strings and Sympathy" is a nice title. Catchy, evocative.
One of the things that I tend to tell my friends, when they are naïve needy daring so well-supplied with time and a desire to hear me drone on about things they don't care about as to ask me to comment on something they've written, is to strike self-defeating defensive language -- in body text, noise like "I think" and "for that matter," and in titles, pretty much everything that comes before the (last) colon.
No way, the actual topic of the book is often found elsewhere.
42: Ah, so "Nonsensical Phrase Drawn From Primary Source" is often the actual topic rather than "the Actual Topic of this Book" (see 33,34). That *was* genius, however.
Catchy, evocative.
Two different things!
42: Wordplay, Swordplay and Cliché: Rhyme and Reason in Theatrical Combat from the Elizabethan-Jacobean Comedy to Talladega Nights: A Peroration on Perforation.
Atlanta is the one place I've witnessed a band do a bunch of coke and then take the stage. During the set, the individual members of the group would peel off to re-up or whatever. It was, uh, a very high energy show.
You were so so close to my house. Sigh.
You were so so close to my house. Sigh.
I was? Which neighborhood? If I weren't totally closeted as a blogger we should have met for lunch.
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Counsel on another case in the courtroom I'm in is, while otherwise a perfectly ordinarily dressed middle-aged lawyer, wearing a yarmulke in black leather with small chrome studs. This is not a fashion decision I've seen before.
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Maybe it signals "Looking to shed virginity with a nice Jewish girl".
He's obviously a middle-aged Jewish biker lawyer. At the weekend, he rides down to the beachfront, where he and his friends rumble with gangs of middle-aged scooter-riding Jewish accountants in parkas.
And the judge just ruled for my client from the bench, after a triumphant, highly skilled argument that was limited on my part to "Yes Judge," "That's right, Judge," "Certainly, Judge" "What you just said is Point II of our brief, Judge," (which she hadn't read yet, she was just thinking along the same lines) and "Thank you, Your Honor." Winning is nice, however it happens, but I did feel a little superfluous up there.
I forgot to follow back on this, heebie. I am in Little 5/ Candler Park. We can send each other anonymous text messages next time you are around.
