I did an infomercial on a exercise program last Saturday. It was shot in some one's house in a very upscale housing development in the very far, way out of deepest Auburn (and then some). It was a community of 4000 square foot houses with 12 foot ceilings. The houses had originally sold for 800K and now due to the economy (or return to sanity) were going for 300K, so more middle class people were buying them. The family where we were shooting rents out their house to shoots: a pretty common phenomenon. Their furniture was big and substantial (as if the entire house's furnishings were bought from Costco in a single trip) and even though they had 3 kids, everything was perfectly arranged into a soulless motel art direction. Nearby there was a strip mall with all the accustomed chains and new (presumably excellent ) schools. I hated it, or possibly was at least jealous. Here was a completely insular retreat from the rest of the sordid, soiled jetsam of life. A raft afloat in the sea where it's all okay. Why do the suburbs get everything? I used to think my hillbilly Seattle back street was out there (6 minutes from downtown) because my kids didn't have friends on the street. This place is beyond the asteroid belt. I am a bitter small man.
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