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cookie-cutter paradise 9-18-'o1: 10:05am as i passed cookie-cutter-houseville out in the dust fields of pasco, i wondered what the names for the patterns being built were. all the houses, built from about five patterns, almost exactly the same save a change of colour or landscaping. it reminded me of my own experience with this suburban phenomenon from last week. i had asked merrick for directions to russ' house. "it's in one of those cookie-cutter neighbourhoods...i can usually remember how to get places pretty well but it's really easy to get lost when everything twists around and looks the same." i had been there before, but it had been dark and i hadn't been paying much attention. "i don't know the house number...just look for his car," mer replied after giving me the directions. "it'll be in the driveway, you can't miss it." despite the clearly drawn map, i still missed the turn several times and had to backtrack before i finally got going down the correct street. then, i was faced with a new dilemma: two houses. both looked like russ' house. neither of them had a car parked in the driveway. so the question was raised: which one is his? i frantically tried to remember landmarks, but in the end, it was a 50/50 chance that i would choose the right one. like on "let's make a deal"...you know, how you either got the car behind one door or the pigs behind another. i ultimately decided to go for the house on the left, seeing that it was lit up and i could see what might be his front room. i rang the doorbell. after a minute or two, a man i had never seen before followed by his very young daughters answered the door. "oh my...i think i have the wrong house." i said, quite embarassed. "you're looking for russ, right?" he replied. "yes." "next door." apparently, this must happen often. on the right. i must always remember that he lives on the right. i suppose, though, that now i won't ever forget. ←/ b a c k w a r d / f o r w a r d /→ |
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