Urbanization and the urban sprawl are threatening to make small towns even smaller—and tourists' nostalgia may be their savior — Quartz

SN: I love taking new routes during car trips or while on vacation, sometimes while even traveling for business. There is joy in discovering small enclaves of people, shops, and history that comprise small town life. My home state of Michigan is dotted with these towns, some successfully drawing tourists, others eerily dilapidated ghost towns some with hangers on residents. They are all special to me in someway. I couldn’t agree more with the closing of the following Quartz article, “Successful new urban endeavors are commonly built on the foundations of the past. Small towns are a reminder of sense of place and human values that we seem to have forgotten and are desperately try to hang on to. It is imperative that they thrive.”

Small towns put us in touch with a vanishing lifestyle; we crave a reminder and presence of simpler, bygone times. Perhaps it is our subconscious desire to live in a place where a shopkeeper knows your name, or to walk past the Quaint architecture bunches together along narrow streets that house a church, school, bank, and town hall with a requisite flagpole or statue in the square in front.

According to an article by Sarah Gibb and Rodger Johnson for the United States Census Bureau, “Places with populations smaller than 10,000 constituted about 9% of the nation’s population as of 2010, and this has held steady for every year between 2010 and 2014.” Gibb and Johnson also suggest that, contrary to popular belief, small towns are growing—but at a rate of 1%, compared to the 3% growth experienced by big cities.

Can a small town that experiences a decline of its historical economic income reverse its fortune and regain a sustainable economic footing? It is certainly possible, but it’s a challenge that will require innovation, tenacity, and, of course, some monetary investment.

History is also a big draw. By preserving old buildings and enhancing its sense of place, towns like Norfolk, Virginia remain a favorite of tourists. Recognizing the importance and value of urban heritage, small towns across the country have enacted strict preservation bylaws that oversee the alteration of old buildings, creating an outdoor urban museum of sorts.

America’s accelerated urbanization has put the future of many small towns in jeopardy: Will they have a lasting notable spot in America’s urban quilt, or be a relic of the past in constant survival mode?


Everybody loves Amethyst” SDCC zine by Grace Kraft !

0.  aight maybe this thing is coming together
1.  the cover!
2.  objectively the best page (Amethyst & Pearl)
3.  only peeks from here on out (Amethyst & Garnet)
4.  how about something sad now (Amethyst & Rose)
5.  Tiger M is still one of my fave eps (Amethyst & Steven)
6.  This page is dedicated to @zigsoul333 (Amethyst & Vidalia)
7.   oh to be young (Amethyst & Greg)
8.   let bygones be bygones (Amethyst & Peridot)

I added the context in the description as well but whatevs ! Make sure to stop by her panel and say hi. And… and just buy your SU zines, you monsters ! Yes, that goes for you attending SDCC T_T


”When the Edwardian Era comes to an end and the Roaring Twenties emerges, a young woman must choose to either hold on to the routines of the past, or embrace the uncertainty of change.”

After the long wait, here is my senior film I completed at the Savannah College of Art and Design in 2014. Thank you so much for everyone who was involved with this project. I couldn’t of finished it without your help!

This film represents who I am as an artist and my passion for the edwardian era and the roaring twenties. I hope you guys enjoy my first 2D animated short!

  • Me: *sigh*
  • Cashier: What's wrong?
  • Me: It's the scent of this place. It's nostalgic. Reminds me of lavender scent of my grandmother's house. Even color of the walls remind me of the bygone era of my childhood; the dim sunsets of a fuzzy summer evenings, and faint memory of fading dreams.
  • Cashier: Ah, you want to start all over do you? I know the feeling. It's enough to drive me to the brink.
  • Me: Verily. At some point, I began to live my life in retrospect. The now doesn't matter anymore because everything has become so bland. What am I to do in this monotonous life when my happy times passed so long ago. It's as if-
  • Cashier: *turns into a 9 foot tall vibrating metal cube that deconstructs me at a molecular level and turns me into pure radium powder*
  • Guy, with that as fetish who actually wrote this post: *doesn't even jack it just looks at the screen all sweaty and breathing heavily*
  • Girlfriend: *walks into the room unannounced* Everything okay? You've been acting kind of strange recently.
  • Guy: *quickly closes all tabs* Oh, nothing. I'm just like. I'm... you know. I've been tired.
  • Girlfriend: *suspiciously* ...sure. Pizza's here by the way.
  • Guy: Okay, cool. I'll be right out. *wipes sweat from head*
  • Girlfriend: *texts best friend* He's definitely cheating. He just closed like twenty tabs on his computer!!!!!!!
  • Best Friend: Did you look through his browsing history?
  • Girlfriend: Yeah, it's all wikipedia pages about radioactive stuff. It's so fucking weird. He's either cheating or a terrorist.
  • Best Friend: That's creepy. I'd break up with him.
  • Girlfriend: I've been considering it, but it's complicated. I still feel so strongly about him. I don't want to ruin our relationship.
  • Best Friend: Sometimes you have to break things off with the people you care about the most. For a little bit anyway.
  • Girlfriend: Yeah, I get that. It's so hard though. I can't imagine life without him.
  • Best Friend: You have to do what you have to do. It's the only way to move forward. Getting stuck in a stagnant relationship can ruin you.
  • Girlfriend: I guess you're right...
  • Best Friend: *is wearing a full hazmat suit.*
  • Doctor: *walks up behind her* Jennifer, stop texting. We need you in the bottom.
  • Best Friend: Sorry, got it.
  • Best Friend: *descends in elevator, sees 9 foot tall humanoid ant corpse on the ground* Fucking gross! Do you know where it came from.
  • Doctor: No clue. It's why we called you here.
  • Best Friend: This isn't like any cryptid I've ever seen. It must be extraterrestrial in origin. Wait... is its body full of gummy worms? *hears the sound of the elevator going up behind her*
  • Best Friend: Doctor! Where are you going!? What the fuck!?
  • Doctor: Waves to her from the elevator.
  • Ant Humanoids: *appear from the shadows in the hundreds*
  • Best Friend: No, no, no, no! This can't be happening.
  • Ant Humanoids: *surround her*
  • Best Friend: Don't fucking come near me! I'm highly radioactive! You'll all die if you eat me.
  • Ant Humanoid in the back: *listening to comic book podcast*
  • Podcast Guy 1: So when it comes to Superman, I feel like there are actually two characters. Clark Kent, the man. Then there's Superman, the ideal. They're the same person but represent very different aspects of him.
  • Podcast Guy 2: Comic books are fucking stupid, my dude. *cellphone buzzes* Hold up, I gotta take this.
  • Podcast Guy 2: *gets an alert that his favorite fetish forum has updated, licks lips fuckingly*
  • Podcast Guy 2: *under breath* Oh yeah. A new radium dust sexual fanfic. Can't wait to tweak my noodle to this! Zoo wee mama!
  • Podcast Guy 1: What did you just say.
  • Podcast Guy 2: Nothing, man. We were talking about Superman. Let's continue with that.
  • Podcast Guy 1: Yeah, as I was saying. Superman would definitely be a power bottom and

‘The Minotaur’ from Michael Ramstead ( @michaelramstead ) for his solo show 'Bygone’ - opening in 15 minutes with Michael on hand until 9PM

Opening Reception:
Sat., May 24th 6-9PM

On view May 24th - June 14th in our project room and also on our site at

6009 Washington Blvd.
Culver City, CA 90232
Tues. - Sat. Noon to 6PM

#thinkspacegallery #michaelramstead #bygone #painting #newcontemporary #art (at Thinkspace Gallery)

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The notion that Mr. Trump voices ideas that his supporters are “afraid” to express, vital truths lost to the scourge of political correctness, has been a rhetorical through-line of his campaign. Mr. Trump says exactly what he thinks, his fans gush — about immigrants, about Muslims, about women — a bygone pleasure now denied most Americans.

It’s an odd construction. Once you say, “He says what I’m afraid to say,” and point to a man who is essentially a 24/7 fire hose of unequivocal bigotry, you’ve said what you’re afraid to say, so how afraid could you have been in the first place? The phrase is a dodge, a way to acknowledge that you’re aware it’s a little naughty to be a misogynist xenophobe in 2016, while letting like-minded people know, with a conspiratorial wink, that you’re only pretending to care. It’s a wild grab for plausible deniability — how can I be a white supremacist when I’m just your nice grandpa? — an artifact of a culture in which some people believe that it’s worse to be called racist than to be racist.

High school athletes are protesting the national anthem — and that’s great patriotism.

Colin Kaepernick’s protests, once thought of as a symbol of a bygone political era of politically inclined athletes, have heated up quickly on the high school level. It has awakened the sleeping giant of younger athletes eager to take a stand against the constant stream of news about police brutality in recent years.

The latest example comes from Minneapolis, where on Thursday night the entire Minnesota South High School’s girls’ volleyball team kneeled during the national anthem. 

And the list of young protesters grows daily: a black high school football player in Worcester, Massachusetts; a high school football team in San Francisco; high school basketball players in Nebraska; an entire football team in Camden, New Jersey. But sadly, every athlete who chooses not to stand is also taking a risk. 

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You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own, than when you almost broke it eight years and a half ago.

(requested by bygone-age)