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My Bi-Annual Suburban Pillgrimage

In A Sense of Place, Suburbia by Mark Strage1 Comment

I have never lived in the suburbs. I don’t drive. I love New York way too much to ever change either of these two things. However, I do make bi-annual pilgrimages to my aunt and uncle’s house in Larchmont, New York. Despite my agnostic, nonreligious Jewish upbringing I celebrate Christmas and Easter there every year. My journey always begins on my …

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Stuytown, Closed to the Public

In A Sense of Place, Utopia by Mark Strage2 Comments

The first time I was exposed to Stuytown I joked that it was just a really expensive project. My friend corrected me. He said it was a really expensive, safe project. In the years since my first exposure I have ended up in various Stuytown units sporadically throughout my time at NYU. I always found the blue light system and …

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The Space Inbetween

In A Sense of Place, Spirit of Place by Mark Strage1 Comment

Throughout my time at NYU my father and younger sister lived in a duplex, penthouse walk up apartment on the upper west side. By far the prominent feature of this apartment was its porch. It sat on the 7th floor perched above the private world of 75th 1/2th street. This space was made beautiful by the shared happiness it fostered …

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Getting the Ball Back

In A Sense of Place, New York Stories by Mark StrageLeave a Comment

The upper west side has strict socioeconomic borders. Projects are sprinkled throughout an otherwise entirely upper class neighborhood. As a 12 year old boy the playground basketball courts amounted to my only contact with these neighbors. Though I lived a only a couple blocks away from my courts of choice between 91st and 92nd on Columbus Ave it could often …

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Fighting for Place in Placelessness

In A Sense of Place, No-Places by Mark Strage1 Comment

New York city is a battle ground of place. Many strong elements of placelessness persist. Relph’s concept of giantism contributing to a lack of human scale can clearly be witnessed in the numbing repetition of identical gargantuan boxes. On the streets examples of Relph’s media and systems transmitting placelessness are ubiquitous. Billboards and flashing lights inundates each and every passersby with …

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The Vernacular of Bike Racks

In A Sense of Place, Vernacular by Mark Strage1 Comment

In my beach town of Fair Harbor, Fire Island every single house has a bike rack in its front yard. As suburbs have SUVs and driveways we have one speed bikes and bike racks. Because of the salt air gears and hand brakes erode rapidly and subsequently are avoided. The classic Fire Island bike has a very distinctive look. It …

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My Home Landmark

In A Sense of Place, Buildings by Mark Strage1 Comment

Growing up in New York City my parents moved me from apartment to apartment. For this reason I never grew roots in my homes. They were comfortable but always ultimately temporary. However. Since even before I can remember. Since before my family lived in New York. I have had a home at 448 Riverside Drive, the home of my paternal …

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Landing in New Orleans

In Orientation, A Sense of Place by Mark Strage1 Comment

The subject of this post is timely. I am writing this post from a hostel in New Orleans. I have come down here to celebrate Mardi Gras with a group of my friends. However, I decided to get here two days earlier than anybody I know. This choice was intentional (and not only because the flight was half as much …

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Past Home

In Topophilia, A Sense of Place by Mark Strage1 Comment

34 Holly Walk is my home. It’s green shutters pop next to it’s weathered grey-brown shingles. 5 dilapidated bike frames line a sunken bike rack guarding the entrance. Evidence, in the form of a bent rusty fence, of past attempts to garden exists. However, it is clear that these attempts are not recent. A quiver of a half dozen surf …