Milla’s dad informed me that a store I was looking for was in Longmont, Colorado. Considering I have explored the south and the east of Boulder fairly well, and also considering Milla was spending the day with her dad, I decided to traipse on over to see if I could find the store and check out the town.
No offense to Longmontites, but what a disappointment. Longmont is covered in ugly, bland, spread-out big box stores and their smaller corporate cousins. The houses were modern bland equivalencies, the sort preferred by developers who buy their blueprints from Plans-R-Us. Maybe I turned around to leave too soon, but I did not discover a prettier town center. I had to get out. The place sucked the life out of me. Like so many truly homogenized American towns, the place had no aesthetics, no character, nothing. No wonder so many Americans are depressed.
Going to Longmont, Colorado was exactly the same as going to Redding, California, which was exactly the same as going to Sioux Falls, South Dakota, which was exactly the same as going to Beaverton, Oregon, only flatter. With few exceptions, American towns have zero character. It is impossible to tell you are in another city in another state other than the fact that the license plates are different. People lament the lack of community in America today; perhaps part of the problem is that we can’t tell one community from the other any more.
Longmont resembled the tri-cities area of eastern Washington nearly identically. One thing Oregon has that seems to be sorely lacking in both Washington and Colorado is an urban growth boundary. In both Colorado and Washington, buildings sprout seemingly out of nowhere, randomly placed wherever the landowner had a whim, regardless how well it fits with the landscape or where a town ends. Lots of developers in Oregon bitch about the growth boundary, but I’m all for it. It forces people to be creative with the space they do have. In towns in Oregon where the boundary has been extended, the decimated orchards and fields are replaced with cloned McMansions, cloned townhomes, and hideous utilitarian corporate chains. In the coming weeks, yards will be filled with hideous, plastic, walmart holiday atrocities. Wretched.
While I’m not a huge fan of overly ornate, clean has translated into purely utlitarian, which basically means completely ugly. Who knows, maybe clean wasn’t the culprit. Perhaps it has more to do with rape and pillage development, make as much money as possible and get out. Whatever happened to wanting to make something look nice? Whatever happened to originality? It was all sacrificed at the alter of the almighty dollar.
There is that Cree proverb that states, “Only when the last tree has withered, the last fish has been caught, and the last river has been poisoned, will you realize you cannot eat money.” It seems when money is the only consideration or the highest consideration, not only are life and nature sacrificed, so too is beauty. What a shame.
We should change the name of the song “America the Beautiful.” It does not hold true any longer. We are now America the Boring, America the Utilitarian, America the Ugly. We don’t need some futuristic, sci-fi warning of a world in a plastic bubble to worry about. We’re already there.