Sorry Glenn, but what's an FM? What is the difference between pink and white noise? I have a background noise generator that was a survival tool in my former office where the normal tone of conversation at one end was suitable for a stadium or road crew and it had different colors of noise. Thanks.
Is you neighborhood or place you live quiet or noisy at night?
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We live on a fairly quiet street. A majority of the noise comes from my neighbors. One family is stupid loud. Another has very annoying kids that are grown but like singing and screaming. I desire to live in the middle of nowhere once I retire.
Me too! If it weren't for the fact that I don't have a mortgage and don't want another one we'd already be moved out into the country. David Crockett said that if you can hear your neighbor's dog bark then you are too close. I don't like being around people...which is why I work nights and do my shopping online and my walmarting in the middle of the night.
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Yes Gregg,
same here. It would cost us more to live anywhere else. Savings is priority now for retirement. A little noise is acceptable, and a noise machine or a fan helps.
This summer, out in the country, a woman was killed by a stray bullet from a neighbor practicing shooting. She was sitting in her living room chair.
same here. It would cost us more to live anywhere else. Savings is priority now for retirement. A little noise is acceptable, and a noise machine or a fan helps.
This summer, out in the country, a woman was killed by a stray bullet from a neighbor practicing shooting. She was sitting in her living room chair.
My neighborhood was quiet until it went through turnover. Now you can hear the young couples making little tax hikes.
My neighborhood is quiet, thank God...
It's your typical suburban cul-de-sac. A few families with obedient kids, some retirees, and a couple young couples like my wife and I. There is a train about a mile away but I never hear it all that often. We live near a freeway. There's a bit of trees between our neighborhood and the actual freeway, so it muffles things a bit. Once in a while I actually open the window on cooler nights *if* my wife is not home (she works overnights as a CCU RN). The very soft drone of the traffic is kind of soothing to me, despite me being a light sleeper. My wife doesn't like it as much.
Funny that somebody brought up the topic of screaming foxes. My aunt and uncle live about 70 miles south of where I do in a rural area. The first few months of living there my uncle left on business. My aunt was home alone watching TV (probably a Lifetime movie). She heard the screaming foxes late at night and totally assumed that somebody was being butchered out there by an axe murderer. She had the police out there and everything. They turned up nothing. I could only imagine what kind of a panic she was in until they got there.
That following 4th of July, they had a cookout. Around dusk, my aunt took me aside and asked me to stand across the road to see if I could see in the windows of the house (the whole front of the house is basically all windows on both stories). She wanted to know if some creeping tom or serial killer could see inside. I told her that I could see maybe the upstairs balcony and a general outline of the downstairs and that was standing at the edge of the driveway, which was a good distance from the house. Not long after that, she had custom remote-controlled shades installed, which probably cost them a pretty good penny to buy and install.
This is what Lifetime movies does to ya, lol!
It's your typical suburban cul-de-sac. A few families with obedient kids, some retirees, and a couple young couples like my wife and I. There is a train about a mile away but I never hear it all that often. We live near a freeway. There's a bit of trees between our neighborhood and the actual freeway, so it muffles things a bit. Once in a while I actually open the window on cooler nights *if* my wife is not home (she works overnights as a CCU RN). The very soft drone of the traffic is kind of soothing to me, despite me being a light sleeper. My wife doesn't like it as much.
Funny that somebody brought up the topic of screaming foxes. My aunt and uncle live about 70 miles south of where I do in a rural area. The first few months of living there my uncle left on business. My aunt was home alone watching TV (probably a Lifetime movie). She heard the screaming foxes late at night and totally assumed that somebody was being butchered out there by an axe murderer. She had the police out there and everything. They turned up nothing. I could only imagine what kind of a panic she was in until they got there.
That following 4th of July, they had a cookout. Around dusk, my aunt took me aside and asked me to stand across the road to see if I could see in the windows of the house (the whole front of the house is basically all windows on both stories). She wanted to know if some creeping tom or serial killer could see inside. I told her that I could see maybe the upstairs balcony and a general outline of the downstairs and that was standing at the edge of the driveway, which was a good distance from the house. Not long after that, she had custom remote-controlled shades installed, which probably cost them a pretty good penny to buy and install.
This is what Lifetime movies does to ya, lol!
My lovely (not) neighborhood is extremely quiet.
Except for the police helicopters, planes flying right over my house (and shaking it) every 3 minutes to land at LAX and almost every other day watching a police chase on Facebook with Stu Mundell narrating it and my roof appearing. Oh! Wait! Did i mention the shots?
This video shows an example of how lovely it is to live in 90044. Who doesn't remember 1992?
By the way, I live a couple of blocks away from the infamous Tom's liquor store.
Well, i don't have much to complain, except the front neighbor (i live in the back house) that smokes marijuana right below my bedroom window and the neighbor across the street that makes donuts every day right in front of my driveway with his old mustang. Oh, and the next neighbor that is a SERIOUS hoarder and has a monster fleas infestation in his yard.
What could be better?
Except for the police helicopters, planes flying right over my house (and shaking it) every 3 minutes to land at LAX and almost every other day watching a police chase on Facebook with Stu Mundell narrating it and my roof appearing. Oh! Wait! Did i mention the shots?
This video shows an example of how lovely it is to live in 90044. Who doesn't remember 1992?
By the way, I live a couple of blocks away from the infamous Tom's liquor store.
Well, i don't have much to complain, except the front neighbor (i live in the back house) that smokes marijuana right below my bedroom window and the neighbor across the street that makes donuts every day right in front of my driveway with his old mustang. Oh, and the next neighbor that is a SERIOUS hoarder and has a monster fleas infestation in his yard.
What could be better?
I grew up in a greater Los Angeles urban area. Being we were a long block from a major street and a mile or so from the local freeway, there was distant traffic noise (pink noise?) at most hours, except the early-early morning. With the exception of the nearby oil refinery "blowing up" 3 times during my childhood (once breaking 2 windows in our house) our neighborhood was not excessively noisy.
The neighborhood I live in now is also generally pretty quiet most of the time, but again traffic noise a few blocks away is often there (loud car or motorcycle, etc). Also, living on a hill, I find I can here things at distances that you wouldn't hear if on flat land. We also have the occasional "ghetto-bird" flying over or circling near by. When you cross the "border" into the next city, the neighborhood unfortunately, degrades more quickly then I'd like. 4th of July is interesting, in that it lasts (fireworks & other noise makers) from the beginning of June to at least mid August. Oh yeah, New Years Eve is pretty darn noisy as well. Fortunately such noises don't bother my dog at all, unless it's super loud as if across the street. Some friends have dogs that COMPLETELY spazz out due to such noises and are literally given a doggy version of valium for the evening.
About 10 years ago I discovered I can't sleep with the windows open (on warm summer nights, etc) not because of extraneous neighborhood noise that you'd think, but because of the crickets! The noise they make is just enough to prevent me from going into REM sleep (or what ever it's called) and I'm really tired the next day and it took a number of months before I realized that was the problem. Now if I do sleep with the windows open, I use earplugs!
I don't understand the circumstances in the trucker beating shown in the link-If I were the driver----KEEP GOING-If you run over some of those clowns---no loss.Esp if they were trying to climb onto my truck---KEEP GOING!!!!
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Unfortunately this is part of the American History now and it must never be forgotten, so the newer generations can learn with the mistakes from the past.
That incident happened in 1992, just a couple of blocks from where i live now. (it ended up in this thread because I was talking about my neighborhood)
As an immigrant, I did my homework to learn as much as possible about the local culture and history. I wasn't born here, I wasn't even born in the USA, but after almost three years living here in Los Angeles, I can say I'm an "Angeleno" because that's MY city, that's where I live. Los Angeles, El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora de los Angeles de Porciuncula, La La Land or simply L.A. as some people prefer to call is a magical city, a wonderful place to live but, it also has its dark sides, like everywhere else in the world.
In 1991 Rodney King was brutally beaten by several L.A.P.D. officers after a car chase. It was more than obvious that the officers abused because Mr. King was already handcuffed when the officers started using tasers, pepper sprays, batons and also kicking him. OK, Mr King wasn't exactly an innocent angel, but the police officers must do their job, not use citizens as stress relief punch pags.
An amateur video maker was playing with his video camera and coincidently filmed the action. The video because famous all over the world and nowadays is known as the very first viral video in the world, decades before Youtube, Facebook and Twitter.
To make things much worse, Mr. King was black and the police officers were white.
In 1992 the case was judged in the court.... The judge and the juri were also all white and outrageously, all police officers were considered innocent, even having an irrefutable video evidence they committed several excesses, starting by there is no need to use a taser several times against a man that is already handcuffed and on the ground
Instantly when the veredict was announced, rage motivated protests that started to pop up all over the city. At that point pacific protests but the worse was about to come on the next hour.
Things ran out of control when the L.A.P.D. chief ordered all the police officers to ignore calls and go back to their headquarters. The city of angels turned into City of hell for the next days, with an absurd aftermath: People were killed, hundreds injured, thousands of buildings were destroyed. It showed the worst part of humanity. Martial law had to be declared.
The truck driver's name is Reginald Denny if I'm not mistaked. Mr. Denny had no idea about what was going on when he stopped his truck on a red light. He had no time to react.
Unfortunately this is part of the American History now and it must never be forgotten, so the newer generations can learn with the mistakes from the past.
That incident happened in 1992, just a couple of blocks from where i live now. (it ended up in this thread because I was talking about my neighborhood)
As an immigrant, I did my homework to learn as much as possible about the local culture and history. I wasn't born here, I wasn't even born in the USA, but after almost three years living here in Los Angeles, I can say I'm an "Angeleno" because that's MY city, that's where I live. Los Angeles, El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora de los Angeles de Porciuncula, La La Land or simply L.A. as some people prefer to call is a magical city, a wonderful place to live but, it also has its dark sides, like everywhere else in the world.
In 1991 Rodney King was brutally beaten by several L.A.P.D. officers after a car chase. It was more than obvious that the officers abused because Mr. King was already handcuffed when the officers started using tasers, pepper sprays, batons and also kicking him. OK, Mr King wasn't exactly an innocent angel, but the police officers must do their job, not use citizens as stress relief punch pags.
An amateur video maker was playing with his video camera and coincidently filmed the action. The video because famous all over the world and nowadays is known as the very first viral video in the world, decades before Youtube, Facebook and Twitter.
To make things much worse, Mr. King was black and the police officers were white.
In 1992 the case was judged in the court.... The judge and the juri were also all white and outrageously, all police officers were considered innocent, even having an irrefutable video evidence they committed several excesses, starting by there is no need to use a taser several times against a man that is already handcuffed and on the ground
Instantly when the veredict was announced, rage motivated protests that started to pop up all over the city. At that point pacific protests but the worse was about to come on the next hour.
Things ran out of control when the L.A.P.D. chief ordered all the police officers to ignore calls and go back to their headquarters. The city of angels turned into City of hell for the next days, with an absurd aftermath: People were killed, hundreds injured, thousands of buildings were destroyed. It showed the worst part of humanity. Martial law had to be declared.
The truck driver's name is Reginald Denny if I'm not mistaked. Mr. Denny had no idea about what was going on when he stopped his truck on a red light. He had no time to react.
My sister lives close to LA and this may explain why she seldom goes into town.She lives in Westlake area-its very nice.I now LOATHE big cities and have no more desire to live in one because of the problems shown.I used to live in the Wash DC area-and because of so many problems-moved out to the country in North Carolina.I now work at a plant that is 15 miles out of Greenville-in the middle of nowhere and LOVE it!When I lived in the apartment house building in the DC area was greeted by police cars at the building driveway-a bleeding dead black man laying in the driveway-another got shot in front of the building.The scaryest time was when someone was trying to break into my apartment while I was there---so I went to my beadroom got my 12Ga Mossberg shotgun-loaded a couple rounds of buckshot.Then racked the action right at the door as the creton was pounding on it-then got so quiet after hearing the perp run down the hallway!Then moved from there.
