| EAST COAST/WEST COAST RIVALS There, the mountains and the ocean collide, and you live in a houseboat two rights off the Golden Gate Bridge, Marin County side. Or maybe your house sits on a hill in the city, overlooking that very houseboat, miles away in the foggy distance. Or perhaps both houses are yours, because dad did well in the world. Here, in the land of manifest destiny, anyone can succeed. Frederick my friend, cant talk long, but you must find your way here. You must! I swear its like, its like heaven. And so much opportunity! No job market, but so much opportunity! Oh, the eternal blessings of this coastal fairyland, this Northern California. Why go elsewhere when life here is so easy? In the SFC, and up 'n' down the NoCal coast, drink wine and mountain bike on Saturday or Sunday, surf year-round, head off to the ski slopes
and make it home for dinner! Picnic in a treasured San Francisco park, munch on tasty produce, dance savagely with the nomadic hand drummers. NU's Cali cats often muse over Californias many virtues in the hopes of hiding their homesickness. The blokes sorrows often surface in meaningless everyday discussion, their words marked by a trembling lack of resolve: In Illinois, yes, there are avocados, but theyre really just not the same. Outgoing NU undergrads of NoCal descent, some of the best friends a boy could have, why are they so discontent with what they see? Why should they deride the nature of real Midwestern, real American realities? You just want to shake em. Shake shake shake em and say: Bricks and stones are commonplace round here, and everywhere else, my friends, they do not crumble so easily where fault lines and plate tectonics do not apply. Places are not necessarily 'broke' or 'whack' because theyre inclement and flat. People unexposed to such serene majesty, they do not necessarily lack experience, or deserve disapproval. What does 'hella' mean? I do not know, but it sounds 'hella tight,' whatever it may be. The NU Cali Cat frequently wonders whether or not theres really even a point to the rest of the U.S., save a few dope-ass special spotlets here and there, like the Badlands. As you should guess, he'll return home, post-grad, on account of Californias limitless palette of fun-as-fuck offerings. Now, if you grew up on the Upper East or West side, cluttered amongst millions of others in a small, small space, San Francisco may well be a privileged New York City cats secret dream Yeah, I like it, its chic, its cool, its the most European city wes gots. But, you know, I just lose myself if Im out of the city for, like, five days, so I shouldnt even think of living in the Bay, now should I. On the subject of the Midwestern metropolis, however, their enthusiasm quickly fades. I once heard a Lodge brother say, Yo, it's funny how NU kids use the term city for, like, Chicago. Oh how that righteous dairy air pollutes Lake Michigans crystal waters. Seriously, NU's purebred, privileged NYC kids view college in Evanston, Ill., like a four-year summer camp academia, intelligentsia in relatively rural environs, a brief breath of fresh air. Mouths agape at the sight of open land, some city kids assume everyone here owns one farm animal; they fear they'll be scolded for their advocacy of cock-fighting. And since all the local girls have been raised among the farm animals, the female fare is simply too homely to admire. But the NYC women
There is nothin like a New York City girl, nothin, man. Though you may know her well, have you gotten inside her head? Not to assume or accuse, but shes spent the course of your relationship quietly pondering the more superficial reasons as to why this thing wont work in the long-term. A sampling for educational purposes: 'Cause hes from Iowa and Im not, an then it wouldnt be perfect because hes not from, like, some great place, which means Id have to spend every other Thanksgiving in Dubuque, Iowa. Theyre every bit as endearing. Cosmopolitan, but really cultured? - David Bartholow | At 7/14/03 6:03 PM, | | Susan Daker (s-daker@northwestern.edu) wrote: | | i find these vignettes very funny, especially this one since im from chicago and on an internship in Dubuque Iowa right now. too bad i didn't read this sooner. |
| At 4/23/03 10:52 AM, | | Norbert Wroblewski (n-wroblewski@northwestern.edu) wrote: | | what about the kids from the midwest? they have a distinct personality of their own! |
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| At 5/1/02 11:30 PM, | | UW Kid (naerdman@students.wisc.edu) wrote: | | We have our fair share of them East Coast folk here, and I know exactly what you're saying. I once heard a couple of East Coast girls make the following comments: One remarked "You know when I first came here I thought it would be all farmers." To this her friend replied, "Yeah, there aren't as many I thought there would be, but did you know that farmers use computers now!"
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| At 3/14/02 12:39 PM, | | wrote: | | can anyone here speak English? |
| At 3/13/02 11:34 PM, | | frisco or die (hellnaw@youabusta.org) wrote: | Eh David, I know you. I've seen you at parties. And the funny thing is, your a straight up biter. You don't need to go to college, cause you already got a P.H.D. a playa hatin degree. You try to hate on cali, but you've borrowed anything thats worth two bazooka joes from there. You try to front, but its plain to see your just texas do-hicky, with probably hella guns in your crib and you want to go muddin. Then you met a coupla chill cats from the bay and you rocked that style, perped that posture, and tried to flex that flava, but you can't fake the funk. Your shit is so broke you couldn't even sell your steez for parts at the style shop. What you rock is so copped you couldn't walk down one frisco block without gettin jacked for your wallet and banked on so severely you couldn't ever get your chump ass off the couch again. You better respect the almighty biggity, cause your figgity texas oil rigged engines bout to clobbered if you don't recognize your straight busta status. You can still say hella, but if you talk about hitting cuts and if you got fade, you better watch yourself cause you might to get stole on religiously. Good article though. |
| At 3/13/02 4:49 PM, | | wrote: | | ji'up! ji'up! |
| At 3/13/02 1:02 AM, | | wrote: | | is someone jealous of San Fran? |
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