20 + 30 points
Trespassing the Future by Voo
July 2nd, 2008 11:30 PM / Location: 44.94837,-93.28905
(This praxis is combined with my praxis for Trespassing.)
We moved into our apartment complex in February 2007. When we moved in, there was a row of houses across the street (Aldrich Ave) from us, and a parking lot on the corner of Lake and Aldrich. In summer '07, they knocked all the houses down. While that was delightfully fun to watch (who doesn't like watching a wrecking ball take out a 3BR/2BA house?) we wouldn't have enjoyed it as much if we'd realized what was to come.
They immediately began construction on a monstrous apartment complex that would occupy the entire block, from 29th and Aldrich to Lake and Aldrich. The construction began with the destruction of those houses AND HASN'T STOPPED SINCE. Every day, even through the winter, construction begins at 7am and ends at 5pm.
We declared war on the apartmentstrosity early on...when they started pounding the girders into the ground. Every day, all day, for roughly 2 months, our apartment vibrated so violently that you could see ripples in my bathwater and feel the vibrations in when sitting on the couch. And the noise?? Oh my god, the noise. We were both working thirs shift jobs and needed to sleep from 8am-4pm, but rarely could sleep from the noise. Granted, our "war" mostly consists of us muttering epithets from inside the car or bitching to the city when the construction vehicles blocked our exit/entry to the garage.
But tonight I struck a small victory! I trespassed. Oh, yeah, that's right, I trespassed. I live dangerously, kids, and I like to fuck shit up by going where I don't belong and not touching anything or leaving any trace that I was there. Yeah, take THAT, Frana Construction!
As proof that I wasn't supposed to be there, I took this picture:
They've finished one half of the apartmentstrosity, so I have the ability to show you what my trespassed area will look like in the future. Here's what it looks like now:
And here's what it will look like in 10 years.
Wearing dark clothes and carrying my camera, my cell phone, and my ID (just in case of enemy capture), I quietly snuck into the complex. I entered in between the two halves of the building, finding an open door with no trouble at all. Once inside, I started snapping pictures of what I encountered, doing my best to capture the overall feel of the place.
I really liked these cables that I found. There was a mess of them hanging from the ceiling; they reminded me of something Lovecraftian. And there were spools of cable laying here and there, as well. Takes a lot of cable to wire up a place this huge.
Everything was covered in sawdust and this weird, thick white dusty substance. It was fluffy, like laundry lint, and it was on almost every surface. Makes me wonder what the insides of my walls look like.
There was, of course, lots of stuff all over the ground. Most of it was scrap wood and insulation scraps. I kept a close eye out for rogue nails; my shoes were pretty thin and soft-soled.
Next, I found some windows all stacked up, just waiting to be installed. I love new windows. I love fresh, new, clean glass. It's so clear and cool, no nicks or scratches muddying up the clarity.
I left the complex and looked around for anything interesting on the outside. Mostly I found huge cranes and bulldozers, and it was tough to get any good shots of them that didn't just look boring. But I did find a shelving unit jampacked with crap. It was in front of a forklift stacked high with very very large cement blocks. I don't know what these blocks are for (the rectangular ones in the back marked WT 8300), but they've been trucking them in by the hundreds for the last few months, so they must be vital.
Finally, I used a precarious rope-and-metal-beam setup to pull myself onto a very narrow little ledge so I could get this picture as absolute proof of my misdeeds.
I'm not really into vandalism, otherwise I would have had a field day inside that place. But the guy who would have been forced to clean it up isn't my enemy; he's just doing his job, trying to make a living. It's not his fault his job has been making my life a living hell for an ENTIRE YEAR. So I couldn't, in good conscience, do anything to fuck with his day.
Maybe in 10 years, I'll drive by the place and throw a bunch of eggs.
[[Voo]]
We moved into our apartment complex in February 2007. When we moved in, there was a row of houses across the street (Aldrich Ave) from us, and a parking lot on the corner of Lake and Aldrich. In summer '07, they knocked all the houses down. While that was delightfully fun to watch (who doesn't like watching a wrecking ball take out a 3BR/2BA house?) we wouldn't have enjoyed it as much if we'd realized what was to come.
They immediately began construction on a monstrous apartment complex that would occupy the entire block, from 29th and Aldrich to Lake and Aldrich. The construction began with the destruction of those houses AND HASN'T STOPPED SINCE. Every day, even through the winter, construction begins at 7am and ends at 5pm.
We declared war on the apartmentstrosity early on...when they started pounding the girders into the ground. Every day, all day, for roughly 2 months, our apartment vibrated so violently that you could see ripples in my bathwater and feel the vibrations in when sitting on the couch. And the noise?? Oh my god, the noise. We were both working thirs shift jobs and needed to sleep from 8am-4pm, but rarely could sleep from the noise. Granted, our "war" mostly consists of us muttering epithets from inside the car or bitching to the city when the construction vehicles blocked our exit/entry to the garage.
But tonight I struck a small victory! I trespassed. Oh, yeah, that's right, I trespassed. I live dangerously, kids, and I like to fuck shit up by going where I don't belong and not touching anything or leaving any trace that I was there. Yeah, take THAT, Frana Construction!
As proof that I wasn't supposed to be there, I took this picture:
They've finished one half of the apartmentstrosity, so I have the ability to show you what my trespassed area will look like in the future. Here's what it looks like now:
And here's what it will look like in 10 years.
Wearing dark clothes and carrying my camera, my cell phone, and my ID (just in case of enemy capture), I quietly snuck into the complex. I entered in between the two halves of the building, finding an open door with no trouble at all. Once inside, I started snapping pictures of what I encountered, doing my best to capture the overall feel of the place.
I really liked these cables that I found. There was a mess of them hanging from the ceiling; they reminded me of something Lovecraftian. And there were spools of cable laying here and there, as well. Takes a lot of cable to wire up a place this huge.
Everything was covered in sawdust and this weird, thick white dusty substance. It was fluffy, like laundry lint, and it was on almost every surface. Makes me wonder what the insides of my walls look like.
There was, of course, lots of stuff all over the ground. Most of it was scrap wood and insulation scraps. I kept a close eye out for rogue nails; my shoes were pretty thin and soft-soled.
Next, I found some windows all stacked up, just waiting to be installed. I love new windows. I love fresh, new, clean glass. It's so clear and cool, no nicks or scratches muddying up the clarity.
I left the complex and looked around for anything interesting on the outside. Mostly I found huge cranes and bulldozers, and it was tough to get any good shots of them that didn't just look boring. But I did find a shelving unit jampacked with crap. It was in front of a forklift stacked high with very very large cement blocks. I don't know what these blocks are for (the rectangular ones in the back marked WT 8300), but they've been trucking them in by the hundreds for the last few months, so they must be vital.
Finally, I used a precarious rope-and-metal-beam setup to pull myself onto a very narrow little ledge so I could get this picture as absolute proof of my misdeeds.
I'm not really into vandalism, otherwise I would have had a field day inside that place. But the guy who would have been forced to clean it up isn't my enemy; he's just doing his job, trying to make a living. It's not his fault his job has been making my life a living hell for an ENTIRE YEAR. So I couldn't, in good conscience, do anything to fuck with his day.
Maybe in 10 years, I'll drive by the place and throw a bunch of eggs.
[[Voo]]
Go go trespassing!