Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Public Notice: Six Corners- Milw/Damen/North- Zoning Amendment Change
I have to add "Milw Damen North" to any mention of Six Corners, lest it be confused with the real Six Corners in Portage Park. In any case, per this Sun-Times notice, it looks like there is a zoning amendment hearing on April 26 at 10AM in relation to changing the area where the former Midwest Bank stands from a limited business use area to a Community Shopping District.
The increased foot traffic will bring more business to area businesses. I guess the question is which business will it be? The rumor mill seems to be saying "Walbeaen's", but no one really knows at this point. Or maybe everyone does know and I'm just out of the loop for once, unable to catch up on neighborhood happenings because I am making cold calls from a cubicle a few neighborhoods north.
So that's why there's no pipeline today. For the past three months and twelve pipelines, I have been spending most of my daily breathing time outside of the hood, only to return in the evening when I'm exhausted from looking at a screen all day.
Honestly I don't even know if anyone actually missed it this week. Please excuse the fishing. I need a boost to remind myself that what we're doing matters, to more than just myself, or Phlash, or Pat, or Dika. And, if it does matter, will a community rally around the existence of a communication pipeline?
Thus far I view the participation in the Pipeline booklet as proof that dozens of local businesses believe in the pipeline. Sure, some paid a small amount and others a bit more, but at the end of the day there was support given to us which makes me feel like we're at an important future crossroads. Do we realize we're not going big these days, that we are doing the equivalent of catching the pass and then unable to run with the ball down the field, and scurry off in defeat (or recognition of reality)? Or do we go big and don't look back?
Not knowing the answer to these questions puts me in an undesirable state of limbo. General unease. Driftless-ness. Discomfort. I fluctuate from thinking cold calling in a cube all day is better than reporting on a neighborhood, to being angry with myself for not living up to my true potential and taking a risk in lieu of a paycheck.
In this economy, I'd rather have a paycheck than a risk. But if that means at the expense of sacrificing self expression and creativity, once practiced on a daily basis and now confined to nights, mornings, and weekends, is it worth the exhaustion?
Two people think I should take a pill to curb the anxiety. I keep saying that I do not need a pill. I need TIME. If there is a pill that will turn two hours into 12, I'll take that. But until then, I remain crazed and confused and wondering if anyone can cover this story at city hall on the 26th at 10AM since I'll likely be cold calling, which, come to think of it, is better than being around lawyers who ask you questions about whether or not your newspaper is real and if you sit around all day in your pajamas.