The Data Port

A Vision for The City

Toward a New Pueblo

I’m not keen on the word ‘vision.’ It’s a word  frequently used by  politicians who don’t have one. I’m embarrassed to be using it here, but I can’t think of a better one.

The word ‘plan’ is a good workmanlike alternative, but perhaps too workmanlike.

If  I say I have a plan for my house, you understand one thing; if I say I have a vision of what my house will be you understand something different. My vision is more than a scheme for the mechanical arrangement of rooms and utilities, it suggests how it might fit with the world around it, and the sort of life I will live within it.

City planning that is not also informed by some less mechanical, some wider-reaching vision of what the city is, or is to become, plans for a body without a soul.

There was a time when thinking of ourselves as the Old Pueblo was enough to impose, on what we built and how we lived, a certain character and style of life that made Tucson distinctive. Our public buildings, like the old courthouse and the veterans’ hospital were built in an exaggerated  Spanish Colonial style.

The interior decoration of our homes reflected the Southwest, Native American and Hispanic traditions. We wore boots and bola ties, and gentlemen were excused by the mayor from wearing suit coats or jackets during the summer. Our sense of ourselves was that we were a vacation place, a dude ranch place, a place where Spanish was spoken as well as English, a place that was part of the cowboy west  and its traditions.

As we grew in size we outgrew the Old Pueblo sense of who we were. Does rodeo week still express to ourselves and others what we are? I think not. Rodeo is still fun, but it used to be downtown, when there was a downtown, and it was somehow at the heart of things, a culturally defining event. Now it’s banished to the south side and many families use the rodeo week school holiday to take the kids to Disneyland.

Tucson needs to develop a new sense of itself.

We made a stuttering start in a small way some years ago by trying to redefine ourselves, on the electronic billboards  that welcomed travelers arriving at the airport, as “Optics Valley.” Corny, derivative, commercial, but not bad. Beats “min-wage city” or “phone center central.”

But we should also aspire to become the artistic and creative center of the southwest. We invest money to bring businesses here, we should also invest money to attract, support, and encourage  the arts. We should make Tucson a place where young artists and intellectuals want to come because it is a center of creative energy.

We could use more studio space, rehearsal space, and above all  a well designed outdoor venue for  all of the performing arts. Instead of regional malls we should should have  built  a regional art complex, with a mix of  studios, apartments, theaters, and public patio gardens; built at public expense if need be, or with the same sort of tax benefits and subsidies that we offer manufacturers.

Yes, we need a convention center, and maybe we  needed a ball park tucked out of the way on the south side, although I doubt it

Here’s the problem with conventions and ball games: They’re ephemeral events, they come and go, but a community that is constantly bubbling with creative energy attracts residents and not just visitors; its a dynamic, continuing event.

Let’s invite young architects and designers of all sorts, too. Let’s  start to think of ourselves as a place where all  the crafts flourish and are supported; a place too proud of its intellectual and artistic traditions to be nothing more than a developers’ town.

The Greek city of Athens was the center of its world. Athens was a great business and commercial power as well a  center of the artistic and intellectual  life of its time. There is no reason why we should not aspire to become the Athens of The Southwest.

It could be a transforming vision… and it would make excellent economic sense.

Mix-and-Match Scrubs

A short fashion and comfort note from the ol’ Data Port.

Scrubs…the uniform of nurses and docs…turn out to be a comfortable hot weather alternative to shorts and a t-shirt. They’re washable, loose fitting, very light weight, and cheap.

I would not wear pajamas out in public (assuming of course that I had pajamas) but I’m getting pretty ruthless where my scrubs are concerned. They seem okay for an early morning ride to Starbucks. It was 109 yesterday and I spent six hours re-rigging my sidecar outfit. Scrubs kept me cool.

So, okay, how far can we go?

1) This is Tucson…wear anything you want.

2) Wear  ’em anywhere.

3) If you’re not a doc or  nurse mix and match tops and bottoms.

4) Okay so long as you don’t carry a dummy stethoscope.