Something like a Phnom-enon

On Saturday, Philadelphia Cambodians observed Ancestors Day, the reunion of ancestral spirits with the living. It’s the holiest day of the year in Cambodian Buddhism, and, for the first time in South Philly, it was celebrated at a Buddhist temple that looks like a Buddhist temple. Under a canopy outside the newly renovated Preah Buddha Rangsey Temple at Sixth and Ritner, six monks reciting chants to congregants looked like they could just as easily have been in Phnom Penh as 10 blocks from Cosmi’s Deli.

The temple is just three years old, as is the one directly across the street. Both serve the growing Cambodian population in Philly, says Muni Rath, chief monk of the congregation. Rath got a dose of culture shock while navigating Philly’s labyrinthine codes and regulations — nearly nonexistent in Cambodia — to get the place up and running back in 2006. Compared to Cambodia, costs were staggering. “It took $10,000 just for the [schematic],” he says. “For $10,000 in Cambodia, you could build two temples.”

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My life’s greatest achievement

http://www.geocities.com/arvcondor/hollipop.mp3

There’s nowhere to go from here but down.

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Is there ever a good place to put an alternative high school for troubled kids?

Opponents to an alternative high school for troubled teens in the East Falls section of Philadelphia should not all be written off as NIMBY reactionaries.

A recent public hearing between the private school operator Delaware Valley High School (DVHS) and local residents brought out a host of concerns. In a recent Philadelphia Inquirer story, it reported that members of the East Falls Development Corporation expressed concerns that DVHS’ proposed high school on 4300 Ridge Ave (map). for 400 at-risk youth, would discourage developers from entering the area and take up prime real estate.

The school would be built near Falls Bridge in Philadelphia

The school would be built near Falls Bridge along the Schuylkill River

What many people don’t realize is that parcel along Ridge Avenue is a big part of the East Falls Riverfront Master Plan. The corridor has been at the center of the EFDC’s high hopes since 1998, when the organization released its vision to revitalize the area, EFDC executive director Gina Snyder told me. “It is the main focus of the plan.” If you’ve been down that area of Ridge lately, you know that it’s probably not quite where planners envision it, but it’s certainly got potential, and the lion’s share of the money EFDC has secured in redevelopment seems to be going to the Ridge Ave/Kelly Drive area. Snyder raised her concerns over the project to City Councilman Curtis Jones Jr. in this letter dated July 9. Jones has come out opposed to the school’s location.
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Organic no-op

A breadth of vacuous choices awaits customers at a bodega in Strawberry Mansion

From CP:

In early 2007, the East Park Revitalization Alliance (EPRA), a community nonprofit in Strawberry Mansion, decided to tackle the nutrition vacuum in the neighborhood, one of Philly’s poorest. A produce stand comes to an adjacent neighborhood, but only once a week, and only during the growing season. To really get any food besides the vehicles for salt, fat and sugar sold at bodegas, residents had to travel to the Save-A-Lot at 28th and Dauphin — a considerable distance for some — and even then, says EPRA director Suku John, “It’s nasty, it smells, the produce is rotten.”

The group decided to open a co-op packed with organic, locally grown produce and environmentally friendly products in the middle of Strawberry Mansion. But the further the plan progressed, the longer the queue of obstacles seemed to reach: People in the neighborhood couldn’t or wouldn’t afford to spend the membership fees necessary to join a co-op; organic anything was far too expensive; and foundations offering money to the market urged EPRA to move the store down to Girard so as to attract wealthier Fairmounters and remain viable.

In essence, it was proving really hard to bring nutritious food to a poor neighborhood.

The EPRA’s John, a man of Indian descent with a long black ponytail and a full, rough beard, is at once supremely knowledgeable about food issues and aware of the limitations of addressing them in areas like Strawberry Mansion, where the 2000 median income was $14,775.

“There are all these great people working in the city to educate people on [food] issues,” says John. “But unfortunately, they’re working with more educated classes.”

And so the community activists have switched gears: Instead of a co-op, they plan to open a nonprofit community market named Mother Dot’s (in honor of a local jazz singer). Certified organic food might be offered, but not exclusively.

“A co-op is deemed as sort of a thing of privilege” by people in the area, says Miranda Hitzemann, a member of Mother Dot’s board. In fact, the board surveyed neighbors about the possibility of a co-op, she says. “They just thought, Why can’t we be like anyone else and just have a store?”

Of all the surveys completed so far, residents’ top preference is for a plain, no-frills supermarket, says Hitzemann. And indeed, the effort to bring such a store to the area goes back almost a decade. The most concerted attempt comes from the West Girard Supermarket Coalition, which has tried since 2007 to entice a developer to open a store on the large vacant lot on 31st and Girard. (Full disclosure: I briefly worked for the Coalition’s parent group, Girard Coalition, in 2007.) Westrum Development, which built a massive suburban-like housing development in Brewerytown, has indicated it would support such a store.

The idea behind Mother Dot’s is to bring in something smaller, with fewer barriers to entry. Although that might be accomplished in other areas by opening a farmers market, focus group studies conducted by the Philadelphia Urban Food and Fitness Alliance last fall found that such markets are considered too expensive by many in the city, the Italian Market being an exception.

Co-ops have succeeded in the city in less wealthy areas, but even Glenn Bergman, general manager of Weavers Way Co-op, which has locations in Mount Airy and West Oak Lane, admits that trying to introduce a co-op to one of the poorest areas of the city, “doesn’t work. The problem is people who don’t understand or are incapable of investing — it’s hard to understand the concept. I think there’s a big learning curve that has to happen. And I’m not sure how to get over it.” Weavers Way considered opening a co-op in Strawberry Mansion a few years ago but abandoned the idea.

The only reason Mother Dot’s will be able to offer decent produce to begin with is its nonprofit status, which will allow all revenues to be put back into the business, says John. Since the invisible hand hasn’t found a way to bring food to Strawberry Mansion, the only real alternative is an act of charity.

“There are very few people thinking of food-access issues in neighborhoods like this,” says John. “It just makes our work a little harder.”

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Fancy in Francisville

The Francisville section of lower North Philly has remained largely untouched by the sort of development that tends to usher in gentrification. But at a neighborhood meeting on Friday, 95 percent of attendees voted to allow chic developer Onion Flats to build a super-sustainable five-story residential building at the long-overgrown corner of 19th and Wylie streets. The voters were roughly two-thirds black, and at least 50 percent were longtime residents, says Kristin Szwajkowski, board member of the Francisville Neighborhood Development Corp. (FNDC). “I was surprised that the neighborhood voted so overwhelmingly for the plan,” she says.

The vote could be rendered meaningless if various authorities don’t like the idea. The FNDC plans to write a letter to Councilman Darrell Clarke urging him to support it.

As for concerns that the Onion Flats project is a harbinger of Northern Liberties 2: “This is our last big development parcel,” says Szwajkowski. “We don’t have a ton of empty space like Northern Liberties did.”

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Bill Keller answers questions from high schoolers…

…and gives advice whose lucidity could only come from a conversation with children:

“Discipline, Alex and Tanieka, is the prerequisite for accuracy and fairness, which add up to integrity. To make sure you’ve got the story right, you learn to report against your own story. Check your facts, not only with the people who are likely to agree with the premise of your story but also with the people who are likely to disagree. If you’re unclear about what someone meant, never be too timid to call back and clarify. To make sure you’ve got it fair, you learn to set aside your personal opinions, the way a judge does in a courtroom. If you’re writing a profile, imagine the person you’re writing about is you. Discipline applies to the writing, too. Get to the point. Be as clear as possible. Cut out anything that doesn’t serve the piece. Write every day. Rewrite. Then rewrite again if you have time.”

I’m posting this here only has a personal reminder. I forget to do nearly all of this.

See the rest here (yes, it’s 6 months old).

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Summer Solstice at the Kimmel Center

It’s 10:30 AM on Sunday and my all-night attendance at the Summer Solstice at the Kimmel Center included a lack of sleep that blurred night into drum-circle dawn into day. I apologize in advance for any ramblings. Sleep deprivation’s creative powers, a recipe combining dopiminergic stimulation and delerious logic, has been known to be both a source of great inspiration and a culprit of verbage.

But since I err on the side of caution, I won’t risk my brain taking me away too far. Here are the photos from the night with captions. Keep in mind we only saw events from about 10 PM onward. The following appear chronologically:

11 PM: A toned-down cabaret in Innovation Studio commenced and emcee’d by Chestnut Hillian Karen Gross. Gross’s own show is titled “Sex and the Single Singer,” and the title gives the idea away - a lament and ode to singledom and a crying wish for love, etc. The picture above is in the middle of a Jewish-grandma bit. She finished off with a cover of “Passionate Kisses” by Lucinda Williams, which I think the whole crowd could have done without.

We only stayed for three acts. The performers seemed to feel that a funny bit ought to be counterbalanced with a solemn bit. It does not. Plus the ambience of Innovation Studio at the Kimmel Center wasn’t seedy enough for cabaret.

12 AM: Bob and Barbara’s Drag Queen Contest. The popularity of this event eclipsed all others, and unfortunately I wasn’t able to get a good sense of it because it was so crowded. People lined the balconies in the upper tiers to get a shot of it. I’m not sure how I got this picture.

12:30 AM: Enjoying the Kimmel Center’s rooftop lounge, bizarrely accompanied by Three Stooges episodes projected on an inflatable display. The cheers from the drag show below outdid any sound from the movie. But Stooges aside, the gridded glass arch of the Kimmel Center is always wondrous from up top. Tarot readings were being offered, but I had mine done at the Rotunda on Friday the 13th, and I didn’t see why my fate would have already changed.

1 AM: Christian Rich, billed as a “rap duo” but seen here as but a single rapper, performing in Pereleman Theater. This group, unfortunately, comprised part of the night’s disappointing half. The idea was that an energizing, fast-paced late-night dance would keep people up.  But most of it was slow-paced R&B, including a rendition of “My Girl” the band suddenly chose to play unbeknownst to the rapper. The kid pictured to the bottom was one of a surprising number of children inexplicably dancing to Jay-Z’s “I just wanna love u” at 1 in the morning. He worked hard to outshine the rest. He displayed a frightening exhibitionism.

2 AM: Philly ska band Ruder Than You performing in the common area of the Kimmel Center, fronted by a shameless, indefatigable dancer. I practically skanked my way through high school. It was a nice throwback.

3-5 AM: Fuzzy echoes of the funk band playing in the common area fell down the stairs into a makeshift bunking room. I read scattered back issues of Vanity Fair while Holly enjoyed her third of a circle.

5 AM: By the time the hallmark event came, of course, only the most dedicated - mostly those with dreadlocks or tie-dye shirts or some asthetic associated with a person who owns their own drum - were still around. The drum circle was led by a teacher at an Arabic day camp in Chestnut Hill and his young proteges. The drums pounded as the sky, seen through the expansive arch of the Kimmel Center, turned from black to navy to blue. No one seemed all that tired. Especially not the guy here on the left, who literally decided to go to the beat of his own drum and broke out into a solo unwanted by anyone:

I have to commend the Kimmel Center for putting on this type of unconventional event. It was a great time. And now I have no Sunday.

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11th and Sansom, 1:30 am

My girlfriend called it a “Zoe Strauss” moment. I can’t disagree:

Normally I would assume them to simply be homeless, but the pink hat and other elderly-chic elements make me think they went shopping and just had a geriatric sleep attack on their way home.

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Gentrifuckers

Last Wednesday morning, Dennis Crowley received a text message from his employees at the Gold Standard Café saying that their building had received a radical new paint job. The café, at 48th and Baltimore streets, was in its fourth week of operation. By the time Crowley arrived, employees had begun removing the splotches of silver. Broken Christmas ornaments that had held the paint lay shattered on the ground, and the word “Gentrifuckers” was spray-painted on the wall.

This was not the first “anti-gentrification” vandalism act targeting a new business in West Philly. Not long after it opened a few months back, WakeUp Yoga’s West Philly studio was decorated with the words “Yuppie Scum.”

Crowley (who used to work at City Paper) doesn’t believe anyone from the area could be responsible. Nearby residents, he says, know that the café’s owner, Roger Harman, has lived in the neighborhood since the 1960s, and that this Gold Standard is a reprise of the Gold Standard Restaurant that opened in 1979. “As a person who sort of identifies with counterculture movements, my initial reaction to any anti-establishment movement is sympathetic,” says Crowley. “But in this circumstance, and anti-gentrification vandalism in general, when it comes without knowledge of the history of the establishment, it’s an outrage.”

Crowley’s rage was soothed that day by customers offering condolences and assistance. Not to mention all the new patrons. “The tips by the girls working the counter were doubled,” he says.

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When cities are too generous

Budget season is here, which means jettisoning the long-term strategies birthed in the idyllic days of budgetary prosperity. Or if not jettisoning, at least reconsidering. Expansion of public transit gives way to finding drivers, youth monitoring programs disappear and are replaced by the tried-and-true method of jailing, and plans to plant trees are replaced by the realization that we had enough trees all along. And taxes, the lowering of which is the cornerstone of any city’s long-term growth strategy, stop their declines or return to the higher levels they knew before “tax relief” entered the lexicon of strategists’ vocabulary.

Tax abatements – programs which allow developers, homebuyers and/or businesses to forgo paying property taxes or pay them at a reduced rate for a number of years – have been put on trial throughout the country. Houston, which has suspended its program, and St. Joseph County in Indiana, which is scaling its back, are just two of many municipalities that are carefully reevaluating the benefits of tax abatement in a time when a shrinking tax base is the primary pain of the crisis for cities. The idea is that in these times, one can only raise actual tax rates – like sales and wage taxes – so high without inducing flight, so tweaking how tax abatement is applied can be an alternative way to raise taxes without really raising taxes.

It’s not clear whether or not doing anything with the programs will make a difference right now, with homeownership declining and businesses tightening their ambitions for expansion – it might deter these individuals, but they’re already deterred by their own lack of money. In the past, tax abatements have clearly had effects: The revitalization of Philadelphia’s downtown is often ascribed by many to the city’s ten-year tax abatement for new homeowners. The Wall Street Journal recently published an article about Philly’s program and told an anecdote about a man who moved from Boston to Philly and bought a $495,000 condo while paying $125 annually in property taxes – and commutes to the Philly suburbs.

Still, tax abatement programs have often been considered too generous, and cities are now wondering if they’ve been giving away free money. A 2005 study at Indiana University found that the programs usually cost states (which this study focused on) more than they brought in. At least concerning tax abatements that completely nullify property taxes, it doesn’t sound like an unreasonable accusation.

Obviously, backtracking on the tools used for growth is something no city wants to do, but it’s good time for cities to wonder if they overshot their tax abatement programs the whole time. It’s easy to look at growth in a city, then look at the tax abatement program and decide that one wouldn’t exist without the other. Largely, it’s often true, but that doesn’t mean growth would only have occurred with the programs in their current forms. It’s important to reevaluate equilibriums to maximize benefit, and if cities can make more money without hampering growth, this is the time to figure it out. Right now, an overly generous tax abatement looks like a city throwing money into the streets standing out the sky roof of a limousine, even though that limo is about to be repossessed.

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