"I'm essential to my dream"/"Philip Glass is too primitive" (to enlarge click and then click again):
The slim upper story:
July 31, 2017
Vertical Indianapolis.
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"I'm essential to my dream"/"Philip Glass is too primitive" (to enlarge click and then click again):
The slim upper story:
"I'm essential to my dream"/"Philip Glass is too primitive" (to enlarge click and then click again):
The slim upper story:
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Facadism
Looks like a fat false front, which were very common.
“Facadism.”
That’s why, sorta, this blog is cool. Million facades. And facade questions.
First shot isn’t vertical, it’s looking down, so is looking down the best upward-vertical that custom designing Indianapolis has? Second shot isn’t vertical, hard obtuse triangle, fades to shadows, so is a darkened, non-vertical, really hard obtuse triangle, is that the best vertical that custom designing Indianapolis has? Third shot, a vertical tease of a building, but isn’t that skinny-rise more than a mere facade? Maybe they just want me to think it's empty?
Up there, could John Cougar store a Small Paradise? Is that skinny room where Hoosiers hide their extra non-cash crops, funny green stuff, grown feathered, hidden, in corn fields? "I'm essential to my dream," and so is she, so maybe Jeanne Moreau really is up there, in the skinny loft, waiting?
Indianapolis? - how might I this is Indianapolis? - without being told?
What am I being told? - is this is real Indianapolis? Or, just a facade? How high can vertical Indianapolis be custom designed to go?
How all these isms from a prism?
"And, if Providence ever drops in my lap another chance like that ... I may have radio malfunction again." ~ Brigadier General Frank Savage
Is this the Vertical Indianapolis Cafe? Serving tall refreshments? If it is a cafe, allow me this political observation:
McCain proudly prances across the Senate floor and gives Trump the finger on the skinny repeal of Obamacare. The repeal goes down in flames, much to the chagrin of Trump.
McCain returns to Arizona to commence treatment for Glioblastoma.
Trump threatens to end the bailout for congressional healthcare. Coincidence?
Yes, this kind of post should be regarded as a cafe.
I'm contemplating a President who puts SWAT teams in the Department of Education. Bad enough that Obama put them there, why haven't I heard that DeVos has gotten rid of them.
You take such interesting pictures. And when you're not actually taking the pictures (i.e. Google street), you are curating interesting pictures.
You have a really remarkable talent, and sensibility; a remarkable eye.
What would you have done with your undergraduate degree if you hadn't gone to law school?
Maybe she'd have gone to whatever shitpot school you went and hung out her hook for an MRS degree and landed herself a big deal Michigan election lawyer to carry her through life!
Now Chuck, I'm going to do you a kindness. If you just came in your pants... Don't tell Althouse! It won't please her!
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Philip Glass is not too primitive.
He's too repetitive.
Glass's score for Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters is brilliant. I don't use that word too often so one may take it as sincere praise.
I'm quite certain that was never a storey as such, slim or otherwise. The roof and walls are just protection for the struts and trestles that support the facade. Quite common, actually. Fin de siècle architectural aesthetics favored the vertical over the horizontal. Buildings needed height to impress the beholder less than interior space to suit the inhabitant. If someone couldn't afford or financially justify a second storey the appearance of one could be purchased for much less.
I would surmise that the building in your photos was once connected to other taller building on each side, or perhaps separated by alleys. In any case, that side view was probably meant to be inaccessible to the curious passerby.
Isn't Indianapolis offensive today? If so why not? India-napolis.
Has it been discovered?
"Infinite Quisp" (an excerpt)...
Napken showed his papers to the curfew police. The Officer was strikingly polite as he briefly perused the documents, then told Napken to avoid the Eighteenth Avenue neighborhood because of a Violence Interdiction program in action...
Most people already knew to avoid Eighteenth Avenue at night, but Napken thanked the Officer for his advice, anyway. Eighteenth Avenue had once been zoned for rioting, but that was years ago. The City Council has since tried multiple attempts at beautification, but the occasional riot still broke out, like those fires in deep abandoned coal mines that randomly burn to the surface...
Napken knew a man that still lived there. He thrived on the excitement, the giddy energy that was always threatening to boil over. Besides, each time his apartment building was burned down the city replaced it with a nicer one, and the rent was always cheap...
I am Laslo.
"Infinite Quisp" (an excerpt)...
The city streetlights were on Code Blue that evening. Napken always liked that, the soft cool look the light gave as it reflected off of the business windows and parked cars. The few people on the street didn't appear to be paying the Code Blue any mind as they strolled home: it seemed that sometimes the city declared Code Blue just to remind people that Code Blue existed....
I am Laslo.
"Infinite Quisp" (an excerpt)...
Upon arriving home Napken set his alarms: the Protection Alarm, the City Emergency alarm, the Sky Warning alarm and, of course, his sleep alarm. He didn't actually need the sleep alarm -- he was on Paid Leave -- but he liked keeping to his routine, even if there was no current need for that routine...
He had been told Paid Leave would only be required for four weeks, but that was six weeks ago. The city inspectors had found an unsafe level of nicotine in his business place's walls -- evidently people were allowed to smoke in the building decades ago -- and workers in Hazmat suits were now tearing out those walls, the debris to be taken to the Biological Waste Station outside of town...
I am Laslo.
Quisp, thank you for living proof that subliminals remain illegal in law books incompetent to reach dimensions where they’re blessedly allowed through death to bring life.
I was just listening to Phillip Glass's Einstein on The Beach at the gym at lunch...123412341234....love it.
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