The New York Times last week had an interesting article on the new residential development in Northfield, Minn., the town home to St. Olaf College. Apparently no one's a fan of cul-de-sacs.

It raises an interesting dilemma of whether we should support insular societies that promote security, or more open societies that possibily integrate the community more while, a side effect of which may be integrating the bad with the good.  I wonder how many people on cul-de-sacs actually speak to their neighbours on a regular basis, and would even call their neighbours friends.  Perhaps you hate your neighbours, but you still feel it's better the enemy you know than the one you don't.  

Playing The Sims 2 over the Labour Day weekend (thanks to Emily reintroducing me to my addiction to computer games), I noticed that when I first moved into my house, the neighbours all came over and met me (and continued to come over on a regular basis).  I'm not sure how often that happens in real life.  In Oxford, I've lived in a ranged of houses, from one in the city centre where my neighbours were a pasta restaurant and a homeless shelter to north Oxford, where the neighbours were never home, to student houses, where I often had breakfast, lunch, and dinner in different houses in our row.  I discount the last as not being an adequate representation of 'real life' - it is college after all.  But what about the others?  Do neighbours really play a part in our lives anymore, regardless of where we live?  This summer I'm living in an apartment, and I haven't met anyone in the 10-story building.

I started this post thinking that I was against cul-de-sacs because they don't allow much interaction with a wider society, but looking at the agruments I've just presented, I think I can't go either way any more, because I have no evidence that neighbours really matter at all.