đź”· Open Thread

The drink was disgusting though. Some sort of lemon & sugar cane concoction. All of my co-workers agreed that tequila would have been a more appropriate beverage for the event. ;-)
 
Because I'm a g.damn Boston police officer, that's why!

powiceoffisa.jpg


Washington Street median, 8:45am, Tuesday morning.
 
The most interesting man in the room
21 Sep 2011
By Jody Brown — Filed under: Coffee with an Architect ,Featured

I’m an Architect. I’m the most interesting man in the room.

I’m wearing all black. I’m near sighted, but have compensated with extremely attractive and/or expensive eyewear. I have radical mood swings. But, only on the inside. You’d probably never know what I’m thinking. And, I’m sure I wouldn’t tell you.

I have excellent taste in …. almost everything. Just ask me. I am brooding right now. Over in the corner, sipping my cosmo (because I can pull that off). I’m not approachable, I’ve worked on that for years. I seem like I know things. Dark things. Perfectly aligned symmetrical things. But nothing about things that you want to talk about. I would rather talk about Richard Serra or Edward Hopper, or we could discuss Diebenkorn if you’d like. No, I am not going to talk about architecture. I never talk about architecture. We can talk about television. Mad Men? yes… Inside the Actors Studio? of course, but ideally Inspector Morse ca. 1988. Or we could just discuss cars.

More after the break.

Could you get me another Cosmo?

I have a beautiful wife, but I have no family, no children, no history, no connection to anything domestic. I don’t play golf. I have clubs, just in case. In the trunk of my Alfa Romeo

I work hard. No really, I work very hard. You think you work hard? You’re wrong. In fact, I’m working right now. I haven’t slept since 1984. I’m on my second decade of an all nighter. You have no idea. Your job is easy compared to mine. You don’t create, you produce. That’s easy. Right?

I spent a year in Europe studying under someone you’ve never heard of, who won a very prestigous award which you’ve also never heard of. This was my foundation for my “practice” I run today. I worked on a famous building you have also never heard of. I won an award for that too. I have a plaque with my name in fancy lettering in my office. I have a turtle neck. Not a “mock-turtle-neck” those are for writers or journalists.

Your tie is crooked. I noticed that when you first came over. I could fix that, but what’s the point really. Also, there were 17 canapes on that tray and only 16 had tooth picks in them. The mirror on that wall is slightly tilted. And, this part of the flooring is not orginal to the building. And, that sprinkler head is slightly off center.

And, seriously, go get me another cosmo…

I’m an Architect, I’m the most interesting man in the room.

Stay thirsty my friends { Coffee with an Architect }.

J
Click to expand...
http://www.archdaily.com/170799/the-most-interesting-man-in-the-room/
 
Last edited:
BostonUrbEx said:
ayn%2Brand%2Band%2Bgod.png
Click to expand...

Lol, more Oxford comma jokes.

So today I noticed that Mass put those portable display boards on all the major highways (95, 93, 24, 495, etc) stating "left lane travel only when passing." This is a month after I got a ticket for traveling in the left lane at 75mph (in a 65) on 24. The issue of left-lane travel has always been up in the air. Statie was such a douchebag. Meanwhile, the guy in front of me was weaving at 85mph.
 
I thought MA was one of the few states where left lane travel was allowed? Or did they just never enforce it before?
 
Also, has anyone else see the "Plows use caution" signs? They're at literally EVERY overpass in the state. Noticed them a couple weeks ago, and I can't find a single bridge that doesn't have them.
 
BostonUrbEx said:
Also, has anyone else see the "Plows use caution" signs? They're at literally EVERY overpass in the state. Noticed them a couple weeks ago, and I can't find a single bridge that doesn't have them.
Click to expand...

It's a "Cover Your Ass" statement by that state so that if a state, or state contracted, plow damages a car, or causes an accident, by pushing snow or ice over the side into traffic below, the plow driver is directly responsible and not the state or contractor.
 
For the NFL-meets-AD fans out there:

tumblr_lpquv7epft1qlwkpho1_500.jpg


PS: who's getting their hopes up about AD's return to film AND TV??

PPS: FUCK THE JETS!
 
http://www.city-journal.org/2008/18_2_urb-sammler.html

Myron Magnet
Mr. Sammler’s City
Saul Bellow’s prophetic 1970 novel captured New York’s unraveling and remains a cautionary tale.

Fear was a New Yorker’s constant companion in the 1970s and ’80s. We lived behind doors with triple locks, some like engines of medieval ironmongery. We barred our ground-floor and fire-escape windows with steel grates that made us feel imprisoned. I was thankful for mine, though, when a hatchet turned up on my fire escape, origin unknown. Nearing our building entrances, we held our keys at the ready and looked over our shoulders, as police and street-smart lore advised; our hearts pounded as we tried to shove the heavy doors open and slam them shut before some mugger could push in behind us, standard mugging procedure. Only once was I too slow and lost my money. A neighbor, who worked at a midtown bank, lost his life.
So to read Saul Bellow’s Mr. Sammler’s Planet when it came out in 1970 was like a jolt of electricity. Just when New York had begun to spin out of control—steadily worsening for over two decades until murders numbered over 2,200 a year, one every four hours—Bellow’s novel described the unraveling with brilliant precision and explained unflinchingly why it was happening. His account shocked readers: some thought it racist and reactionary; others feared it was true but too offensive for a decent person to say. In those days, I felt I should cover my copy with a plain brown wrapper on the subway to veil the obscenity of its political incorrectness.

The book was true, prophetically so. And now that we live in New York’s second golden age—the age of reborn neighborhoods in every borough, of safe streets bustling with tourists, of $40 million apartments, of filled-to-overflowing private schools and colleges, of urban glamour; the age when the New York Times runs stories that explain how once upon a time there was the age of the mugger and that ask, is new york losing its street smarts?—it’s important to recall that today’s peace and prosperity mustn’t be taken for granted. Hip young residents of the revived Lower East Side or Williamsburg need to know that it’s possible to kill a city, that the streets they walk daily were once no-go zones, that within living memory residents and companies were fleeing Gotham, that newsweeklies heralded the rotting of the Big Apple and movies like Taxi Driver and Midnight Cowboy plausibly depicted New York as a nightmare peopled by freaks. That’s why it’s worth looking back at Mr. Sammler to understand why that decline occurred: we need to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

Lengthy article continues
 
Today's to-do list:
*Take "Corporate CEO's Are SCUM!" sign and flip it over
*Write loving tribute to Steve Jobs
*Walk from Dewey Sq to Boylston St
 
Last edited:
kz1000ps said:
PS: who's getting their hopes up about AD's return to film AND TV??!
Click to expand...

I don't. I can't see where they're going to go with it. Unlike many great shows that go well beyond their prime (I'm looking at you, The Office), it wrapped up at its peak. Best case scenario,it provides a few laughs. Worst case, it leaves me with a bad taste for a series I really enjoyed.
 
Lrfox said:
I don't. I can't see where they're going to go with it. Unlike many great shows that go well beyond their prime (I'm looking at you, The Office), it wrapped up at its peak. Best case scenario,it provides a few laughs. Worst case, it leaves me with a bad taste for a series I really enjoyed.
Click to expand...

I was burned before by Family Guy. However AD is run by someone who is the opposite of Seth McFarlane and someone who is just trying to wrap up a series, not milk it for every last dollar.
 
I wish I had a decent professor. Just had to teach myself how do that crap.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.

Back
Top