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Tuesday, 29 August 2006



We're so with you on this one. To slightly alter a commonly known phrase, "You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your neighbors." We frequently find ourselves waving to acquainted neighbors while we drive away to see our chosen friends. Not to say we don't enjoy some of our neighbors' company, but sometimes you click better with people a few miles away than those within spitting distance.

Nevertheless, it makes me feel a bit odd that we don't know hang around them more. I suspect we will once the temperatures stay below 100 consistently (only 87 today, whoo-hoo!)

By the way, now you can totally stalk that hot chick from the pharmacy (what, you guys don't call it the "chemist?").

Alec Lynch

When it comes to meeting people that live close by, kids really have the advantage over adults. I'm trying to remember the last time I just went up to someone and said "hiya, my name's Alec, wanna play." I think I was about eight. And of course I can't do it now without it appearing as a come on anyway!

By the way, when you and your neighbour sweat equity, are you perspiring fairness or stocks? ;)


We have a rental house next to ours and there have been 3 people in and out in the past 4 years we've been here. The last people to move in were here for several months before I met them... at the baby immunization clinic downtown.


I feel fortunate that we "neighbor" with most of our neighbors. A lot of the reason is due to one dude in particular, right next-door who is a real out-going, fun-loving family guy and is friends with practically everyone within a one-mile radius of his home. He has lots of parties, and for the most part, our neighborhood is kinda like one big happy family. It's great, we all look out for eachother. Good times and bad.


We lived in a townhouse for almost 7 years and rarely associated with out neighbors..and we shared a wall! Now in a house for the past year we have gotten to know our one neighbor well and the others, well we talk, take each others garbage out and what not but no real connection.

We often talk about moving to an acerage our a small town. I don't know if I could live on an acerage. I want to scream and know my neighbors would hear my distress. I'm wierd like that.


The neighborhood we were in when Max was younger was lower income and way more friendly. Everyone had kids. Everyone was struggling to get by and we were all out in our yards all the time. There were no fences and the kids all ran freely from house to house. There was a playground and field across the dead-end street, and the elementary school three blocks away. It was great.

Then we moved to a neighborhood where people may not even say hi when they see you on the street! It's slightly higher income, but not very much. Houses are a little further apart and there aren't many kids, but I don't think that completely explains the insular nature of the place.


I think it's more like the alchemist. Only slightly more reliable than in days of yore.

If I could sweat stocks I'd quit my job and start bottling my arm-pit leavings. Which reminds me of a funny Kids in the Hall skit where Scott Thompson did just that.

That's more the neighbourhood I'd like to participate in. Maybe we'll have to host summer parties next year and BE that guy you mentioned.

We would love to move to an acreage given the opportunity. We'd be much less inclined to scream and, when we did, it would be harder for people to hear us.

Increasing affluence does seem to go hand in hand with decreasing amounts of community influence, doesn't it?


What kind of screaming are we talking about here????

I'm talking about "A hatchet wielding crazy man just broke down my front door" kind of scream.


I'm talking about the, "Oh my god the house is a cesspool of squalour and I can't tell if I want to strangle the small dog or my first-born more..." sort of screaming.

That, or the sort of screaming associated with complete sexual abandon.



It's definitely part of the North American culture to be individual and independent from the community. Having just been to South America, all you have to do is roll down your window, ask someone if they know so-and-so's house, and they do! First though, you greet that person on the road warmly and shake their hand. It's amazing what a culture of eye contact and greetings can do for building community.


Oh I scream like that too!!!! The first one..I'm talking about the first one. Really.

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