I remember coming back from a three-day excursion with a group of uber-hippy organic-food-growing psychic ghost-hunters (one of whom was an incredibly hot, athletic young blond of the 'free love' persuasion). We'd spent two nights on licence in an abandoned church, me rationally striking apart their claims of the bogeyman they saw in every nook, while frequently bedding the one hot one (the lifestyle needed for a skeptic / folklore hobbist). And I smelled BAD as a result of the lack of showers and...um...exercise. Anyway, in my near street-person-attire, I couldn't have gotten the time of day from a rolex-wearing poodle.LadyTevar wrote:Made me want to give the receptionist the finger.
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Day Four: Stranger Than Fiction
Sleep didn't come easy last night, so it's no surprise when I wake up cooking in my bag. James and Meredith are already gone -- no sign of our furry friend, either -- but there are perhaps half a dozen Lost Boys scattered through Craterville this morning, completely unhidden.
Inconsiderate assholes. I think bitterly. If they don't care about getting arrested, they could at least think of the rest of us who depend on this place.
Today's agenda, after a brief check-in with Shelley rewards me with an unexpected box of doughnuts, is a fact-finding mission... assuming I can penetrate -- heh, heh -- ASU campus and slip unnoticed into Hayden Library to access their computers. I am told that non-students are verboten here recently, for reasons known only to ASU. But the next nearest terminal is the one at home, and I fear that should I find myself back in the comfort of my own ergonomic chair, the temptation to call this whole thing off would be insurmountable.
But I still have fifty cents from last night, and coffee is most assuredly in order. I find James, Meredith, Sparky and a few other familiar faces already at their customary table.
"Hail, hail, the gang's all here!" James calls out jovially. For once, everyone seems to have a minimum purchase, and they're enjoying the rare wealth to the fullest. James has his feet up; Meredith is using his lanky legs for a seat. Sparky has his feet on the table -- probably not a good idea, but why rain on his parade until it becomes necessary. Another kid, a gigantic Samoan-looking guy whose long, stringy black hair is tucked into the collar of his sleeveless flannel shirt, stands at parade rest glaring ominously at a cluster of pigeons. His name is Pumpkin. Yeah.
I decide to get my coffee to go this morning; lots to do, and I won't get it done here. Besides, blisters have formed on my feet overnight and are still making their presence known -- walking is barely tolerable, and the sooner I get the walk over with the better.
I check the directions James has provided me in order to reach the library -- there's the Memorial Union, the library is approximately seventy feet to the northwest... I look, and there's what appears to be a small colonnade with a turret jutting vertically out of it. I move closer -- ah. The entrance to the library is subterranean, access by descending two long flights of steps. My feet are still chewing their own nerve endings. This should be pleasant...
I am extremely apprehensive as I make my way past the turnstile into the library lobby. I still smell horrible, and I am convinced that at any moment, I'll be seized or tackled like an axe-weilding maniac, properly beaten and dumped in the desert... low-grade sleep deprivation is a wonderful base for paranoia.
I reached my objective, unmolested, and take my seat at a blank computer terminal. I turn the computer on. The small yellow light on the monitor winks out. Okay, so it was already on. I turn the computer on again. Too Much Fun.
After several frustrating minutes, the computer comes to life. I punch up a search on Google under "Urban Camping" AND "Tempe". I am rewarded with an electronic copy of Tempe's Urban Camping Act, which reads...
"Chapter 23
PARKS AND RECREATION
Art. IV. Urban Camping, §§ 23-90-23-92
ARTICLE IV. URBAN CAMPING
Sec. 23-90. Definitions.
The following words, terms and phrases, when used in this article, shall have the meanings ascribed to them in this section, except where the context clearly indicates a different meaning:
Camp means resident in or using a public park, street or other public place for living accommodation purposes; including, but not limited to, activities such as erecting tents or any structure providing shelter, laying down bedding for the purpose of sleeping, storing personal belongings, starting a fire, regularly cooking or preparing meals, or living in a parked vehicle.
Public park includes all city parks and playgrounds.
Public street includes all public streets and highways, public sidewalks, public benches and public parking lots.
Public place includes public plazas, transportation facilities, schools, attractions, monuments, No sleeping on your local obelisk, kids! and any improved or unimproved public area. (Ord. No. 97.25, 8-21-97)
Sec. 23-91. Prohibited acts.
No person shall camp in any public park, street or place; except in areas specifically for such use, or specifically authorized by permit. (Ord. No. 97.25, 8-21-97)
Ah HA! I think. Here's the meaty part! It strikes me as odd, sitting here reading this, that this ordinance should specify an exemption that does not exist. Of course, since Parks And Recreation is the department that is directly responsible for this ordinance, it strikes me as either gross incompetence or malicious dishonesty on the part of their part to claim to have no such permit.
Sec. 23-92. Penalty.
Any person convicted of a violation of any provision of this article shall be guilty of a class 1 misdemeanor punishable as set forth in § 1-7 of this code. (Ord. No. 97.25, 8-21-97)" Really. I scratch the four-day growth of beard on my cheek distractedly. Does that include violating the clause in the ordinance that mandates a permit?
I look further to see if any mitigating alterations or revisions have been made to this law.
After running a search for "Section 23-90" AND "Tempe" AND "amend", I am directed to a City of Tempe municipal government web site(http://www.tempe.gov/clerk/history_02/2 ... csmr01.htm) where I find...
Sec. 23-90. Definitions.
The following words, terms and phrases, when used in this article, shall have the meanings ascribed to them in this section, except where the context clearly indicates a different meaning:
Camp means resident in or using a public park, PRESERVE, street or other public place for living accommodation purposes; including, but not limited to, activities such as erecting tents or any structure providing shelter, laying down bedding for the purpose of sleeping, storing personal belongings, starting a fire, regularly cooking or preparing meals, or living in a parked vehicle.
PRESERVE MEANS ANY REAL PROPERTY DESIGNATED BY THE CITY COUNCIL AS A PRESERVE.
Public park includes all city parks and playgrounds.
Public street includes all public streets and highways, public sidewalks, public benches and public parking lots.
Public place includes public plazas, transportation facilities, schools, attractions, monuments, and any improved or unimproved public area.
Essentially the same, except now we include "preserves"... which are only defined in the ordinance, essentially, as, "whatever place we say is a preserve." Charming. Let's see what became of Section 23-91.
Sec. 23-91. Prohibited acts.
No person shall camp in any public park, PRESERVE, street or place; except in areas specifically for such use, or specifically authorized by permit.
Funny... that "nonexistent" permit is still mentioned. Nothing changed, except a broadening of the city's ability to define what constitutes a prohibited area. I do a slow burn; the veins at my temples begin to throb and I massage them lightly. This is the most current available version of the ordinance -- no guesswork here, this one's standing. Let's see if anyone's tried to challenge it.
Google returns a single, lonely link -- labeled "Homeless Civil Rights Successes". This brings us the following article:
Tempe (AZ)
Victory in Tempe
Thanks to a preliminary injunction granted by the United States District Court, police in Tempe, Arizona are enjoined from citing or arresting homeless people for sitting or lying in public spaces.
In a federal lawsuit involving a constitutional challenge to a sidewalk sitting ordinance, the District Court held that the City of Tempe’s statutory attempt to allow free movement of pedestrians along the sidewalks conflicts with federal laws governing first amendment rights.
In January of 1999, the Tempe City Council enacted a city ordinance that stated, "No person shall sit or lie down upon a public sidewalk or upon a blanket, chair, stool, or any other object not permanently affixed upon a public sidewalk or median in the downtown central commercial district" during consumer hours.
According to the complaint filed in the case, the impetus for this ordinance were complaints filed with the Tempe Police Department by downtown merchants. The memorandum from the Police Department to the City Council read, "...various individuals continue to disrupt business by sitting on sidewalks in front or near their (merchants) place of business... The merchants feel that this affects their business because the potential customers look to avoid these individuals or groups and steer clear of their locations".
In its memorandum decision and order, the Court granted a preliminary injunction prohibiting the City of Tempe from enforcing the sidewalk sitting ordinance in its entirety pending a final decision on its merits.
But the Urban Camping Act was revise and expanded in 2002, and rather than restraining its power, the city broadened it. Some "victory". Something startles me, and I'm not sure at first what it is. I hear it again -- the squawk of a radio.
"...yeah, got a complaint..."
Shit. I freeze.
Another squawk, then -- "...yeah, we think he's a..."
Panic. Cold-sweat ice-in-the-vein Panic. I'm on the second floor -- in the British system, which means I'm actually three stories above the ground. I shut down the computer and head for the stairs. I don't look directly at the ASU security guard, but I see him out of the corner of my eye as I come around the desk -- I can't make out whether he's seen me get up or not, but he's still stationary.
I head around a bookshelf just as he begins to move; he hasn't called my name. I bank past another bookshelf and into the stairwell, letting the door swing free behind me. I take the stairs -- upward -- two at a time and round the bend just as the stairwell door opens again. I freeze. He looks around -- looks down -- but does not look up. He heads down the stairs, obviously guessing that I'm headed for the Concourse level and the main entrance. So it's true -- most of the time, people don't look above eye level.
Half an hour later, I exit the second floor bathroom and take the elevator to the concourse. Hurrying past the Reference Desk, I catch no one's eye. I am moving briskly but not frantically -- through the security gate, here we go, out the door, fuck, my feet hurt, now up the stairs...
I relate my findings to James and Sparky back at Coffee Plant. "No surprise there." James shakes his head. Sparky looks up from his deck of Magic cards only briefly, shurgs, and goes back to his own little world. There's nothing surprising about this to them -- to them, it's just the way things are. You take your time where you can, for the few moments you can, and you get moved on -- or worse. Nothing you can do about it. How many of these kids could get a lawyer to back them against these laws, even if they could prove grounds for a case? It's easy to trample the civil rights of those who can't pay for representation.
Panhandling goes more smoothly tonight; before heading back to Craterville, I've managed to come up with enough for Burger King and Circle K coffee. But it doesn't sit well -- I'm not sure if I'm coming down with something or just upset.
As I make my way back to Craterville, the scenery takes on an ominous cast... the orange glare of the streetlights seems sickly, somehow; the intermittently place floodlights too bright. I have the sensation that I'm being followed, and the brief spark of fear from this afternoon begins to creep back by degrees with each step I take.
I slip into my sleeping bag on the verge of full-blown paranoia. I have a bad feeling about this. Something is going to go horribly wrong, and the worst part is that I don't yet know what, or from which direction it's coming.
I lay fully awake for another hour. Finally, my eyes drift closed.
And the evening and the morning were --
Day Four: Stranger Than Fiction
Sleep didn't come easy last night, so it's no surprise when I wake up cooking in my bag. James and Meredith are already gone -- no sign of our furry friend, either -- but there are perhaps half a dozen Lost Boys scattered through Craterville this morning, completely unhidden.
Inconsiderate assholes. I think bitterly. If they don't care about getting arrested, they could at least think of the rest of us who depend on this place.
Today's agenda, after a brief check-in with Shelley rewards me with an unexpected box of doughnuts, is a fact-finding mission... assuming I can penetrate -- heh, heh -- ASU campus and slip unnoticed into Hayden Library to access their computers. I am told that non-students are verboten here recently, for reasons known only to ASU. But the next nearest terminal is the one at home, and I fear that should I find myself back in the comfort of my own ergonomic chair, the temptation to call this whole thing off would be insurmountable.
But I still have fifty cents from last night, and coffee is most assuredly in order. I find James, Meredith, Sparky and a few other familiar faces already at their customary table.
"Hail, hail, the gang's all here!" James calls out jovially. For once, everyone seems to have a minimum purchase, and they're enjoying the rare wealth to the fullest. James has his feet up; Meredith is using his lanky legs for a seat. Sparky has his feet on the table -- probably not a good idea, but why rain on his parade until it becomes necessary. Another kid, a gigantic Samoan-looking guy whose long, stringy black hair is tucked into the collar of his sleeveless flannel shirt, stands at parade rest glaring ominously at a cluster of pigeons. His name is Pumpkin. Yeah.
I decide to get my coffee to go this morning; lots to do, and I won't get it done here. Besides, blisters have formed on my feet overnight and are still making their presence known -- walking is barely tolerable, and the sooner I get the walk over with the better.
I check the directions James has provided me in order to reach the library -- there's the Memorial Union, the library is approximately seventy feet to the northwest... I look, and there's what appears to be a small colonnade with a turret jutting vertically out of it. I move closer -- ah. The entrance to the library is subterranean, access by descending two long flights of steps. My feet are still chewing their own nerve endings. This should be pleasant...
I am extremely apprehensive as I make my way past the turnstile into the library lobby. I still smell horrible, and I am convinced that at any moment, I'll be seized or tackled like an axe-weilding maniac, properly beaten and dumped in the desert... low-grade sleep deprivation is a wonderful base for paranoia.
I reached my objective, unmolested, and take my seat at a blank computer terminal. I turn the computer on. The small yellow light on the monitor winks out. Okay, so it was already on. I turn the computer on again. Too Much Fun.
After several frustrating minutes, the computer comes to life. I punch up a search on Google under "Urban Camping" AND "Tempe". I am rewarded with an electronic copy of Tempe's Urban Camping Act, which reads...
"Chapter 23
PARKS AND RECREATION
Art. IV. Urban Camping, §§ 23-90-23-92
ARTICLE IV. URBAN CAMPING
Sec. 23-90. Definitions.
The following words, terms and phrases, when used in this article, shall have the meanings ascribed to them in this section, except where the context clearly indicates a different meaning:
Camp means resident in or using a public park, street or other public place for living accommodation purposes; including, but not limited to, activities such as erecting tents or any structure providing shelter, laying down bedding for the purpose of sleeping, storing personal belongings, starting a fire, regularly cooking or preparing meals, or living in a parked vehicle.
Public park includes all city parks and playgrounds.
Public street includes all public streets and highways, public sidewalks, public benches and public parking lots.
Public place includes public plazas, transportation facilities, schools, attractions, monuments, No sleeping on your local obelisk, kids! and any improved or unimproved public area. (Ord. No. 97.25, 8-21-97)
Sec. 23-91. Prohibited acts.
No person shall camp in any public park, street or place; except in areas specifically for such use, or specifically authorized by permit. (Ord. No. 97.25, 8-21-97)
Ah HA! I think. Here's the meaty part! It strikes me as odd, sitting here reading this, that this ordinance should specify an exemption that does not exist. Of course, since Parks And Recreation is the department that is directly responsible for this ordinance, it strikes me as either gross incompetence or malicious dishonesty on the part of their part to claim to have no such permit.
Sec. 23-92. Penalty.
Any person convicted of a violation of any provision of this article shall be guilty of a class 1 misdemeanor punishable as set forth in § 1-7 of this code. (Ord. No. 97.25, 8-21-97)" Really. I scratch the four-day growth of beard on my cheek distractedly. Does that include violating the clause in the ordinance that mandates a permit?
I look further to see if any mitigating alterations or revisions have been made to this law.
After running a search for "Section 23-90" AND "Tempe" AND "amend", I am directed to a City of Tempe municipal government web site(http://www.tempe.gov/clerk/history_02/2 ... csmr01.htm) where I find...
Sec. 23-90. Definitions.
The following words, terms and phrases, when used in this article, shall have the meanings ascribed to them in this section, except where the context clearly indicates a different meaning:
Camp means resident in or using a public park, PRESERVE, street or other public place for living accommodation purposes; including, but not limited to, activities such as erecting tents or any structure providing shelter, laying down bedding for the purpose of sleeping, storing personal belongings, starting a fire, regularly cooking or preparing meals, or living in a parked vehicle.
PRESERVE MEANS ANY REAL PROPERTY DESIGNATED BY THE CITY COUNCIL AS A PRESERVE.
Public park includes all city parks and playgrounds.
Public street includes all public streets and highways, public sidewalks, public benches and public parking lots.
Public place includes public plazas, transportation facilities, schools, attractions, monuments, and any improved or unimproved public area.
Essentially the same, except now we include "preserves"... which are only defined in the ordinance, essentially, as, "whatever place we say is a preserve." Charming. Let's see what became of Section 23-91.
Sec. 23-91. Prohibited acts.
No person shall camp in any public park, PRESERVE, street or place; except in areas specifically for such use, or specifically authorized by permit.
Funny... that "nonexistent" permit is still mentioned. Nothing changed, except a broadening of the city's ability to define what constitutes a prohibited area. I do a slow burn; the veins at my temples begin to throb and I massage them lightly. This is the most current available version of the ordinance -- no guesswork here, this one's standing. Let's see if anyone's tried to challenge it.
Google returns a single, lonely link -- labeled "Homeless Civil Rights Successes". This brings us the following article:
Tempe (AZ)
Victory in Tempe
Thanks to a preliminary injunction granted by the United States District Court, police in Tempe, Arizona are enjoined from citing or arresting homeless people for sitting or lying in public spaces.
In a federal lawsuit involving a constitutional challenge to a sidewalk sitting ordinance, the District Court held that the City of Tempe’s statutory attempt to allow free movement of pedestrians along the sidewalks conflicts with federal laws governing first amendment rights.
In January of 1999, the Tempe City Council enacted a city ordinance that stated, "No person shall sit or lie down upon a public sidewalk or upon a blanket, chair, stool, or any other object not permanently affixed upon a public sidewalk or median in the downtown central commercial district" during consumer hours.
According to the complaint filed in the case, the impetus for this ordinance were complaints filed with the Tempe Police Department by downtown merchants. The memorandum from the Police Department to the City Council read, "...various individuals continue to disrupt business by sitting on sidewalks in front or near their (merchants) place of business... The merchants feel that this affects their business because the potential customers look to avoid these individuals or groups and steer clear of their locations".
In its memorandum decision and order, the Court granted a preliminary injunction prohibiting the City of Tempe from enforcing the sidewalk sitting ordinance in its entirety pending a final decision on its merits.
But the Urban Camping Act was revise and expanded in 2002, and rather than restraining its power, the city broadened it. Some "victory". Something startles me, and I'm not sure at first what it is. I hear it again -- the squawk of a radio.
"...yeah, got a complaint..."
Shit. I freeze.
Another squawk, then -- "...yeah, we think he's a..."
Panic. Cold-sweat ice-in-the-vein Panic. I'm on the second floor -- in the British system, which means I'm actually three stories above the ground. I shut down the computer and head for the stairs. I don't look directly at the ASU security guard, but I see him out of the corner of my eye as I come around the desk -- I can't make out whether he's seen me get up or not, but he's still stationary.
I head around a bookshelf just as he begins to move; he hasn't called my name. I bank past another bookshelf and into the stairwell, letting the door swing free behind me. I take the stairs -- upward -- two at a time and round the bend just as the stairwell door opens again. I freeze. He looks around -- looks down -- but does not look up. He heads down the stairs, obviously guessing that I'm headed for the Concourse level and the main entrance. So it's true -- most of the time, people don't look above eye level.
Half an hour later, I exit the second floor bathroom and take the elevator to the concourse. Hurrying past the Reference Desk, I catch no one's eye. I am moving briskly but not frantically -- through the security gate, here we go, out the door, fuck, my feet hurt, now up the stairs...
I relate my findings to James and Sparky back at Coffee Plant. "No surprise there." James shakes his head. Sparky looks up from his deck of Magic cards only briefly, shurgs, and goes back to his own little world. There's nothing surprising about this to them -- to them, it's just the way things are. You take your time where you can, for the few moments you can, and you get moved on -- or worse. Nothing you can do about it. How many of these kids could get a lawyer to back them against these laws, even if they could prove grounds for a case? It's easy to trample the civil rights of those who can't pay for representation.
Panhandling goes more smoothly tonight; before heading back to Craterville, I've managed to come up with enough for Burger King and Circle K coffee. But it doesn't sit well -- I'm not sure if I'm coming down with something or just upset.
As I make my way back to Craterville, the scenery takes on an ominous cast... the orange glare of the streetlights seems sickly, somehow; the intermittently place floodlights too bright. I have the sensation that I'm being followed, and the brief spark of fear from this afternoon begins to creep back by degrees with each step I take.
I slip into my sleeping bag on the verge of full-blown paranoia. I have a bad feeling about this. Something is going to go horribly wrong, and the worst part is that I don't yet know what, or from which direction it's coming.
I lay fully awake for another hour. Finally, my eyes drift closed.
And the evening and the morning were --
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Looks great.
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Ach, danke mein Herr.Frank Hipper wrote:I dig it. Very simple and to the point. It has a quality look, while at the same time there are no distractions from the material. Very sexy.Raoul Duke, Jr. wrote:So, I'd like to hear some reviews of the Dangerous Fun website. Anyone?
Now if we could only get a few donations rolling in...
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Heh heh! Cool beans!RedImperator wrote:The Dangerous Fun site is perfect, layout wise. Navigation is simple, there's no stupid Javascript or Flash dingles to waste my time, and the whole thing is nice and readable--plain background, plain text in a normal font. I believe my opinion of the material is already known.
Day Four is stalled at the moment -- I'm having trouble finding my notes for Thursday.
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