Funeral is soon. The all-consuming video is mostly done. The short version, anyway. I have to do the transitions for the 175 slide version tomorrow. We will meet next week and things will be better, Bleat-wise.
The overhaul of the 333 lobby is complete. I'll have a full accounting - o the thrills - later, but take a look at these tables:
This is the first piece of office furniture I've seen that incorporates a phone holder. You place your phone up against that black wedge, right? But doesn't it seem like the phone would topple off and hit the marble floor if you crossed your legs and bumped the table?
Well, not if the phone is placed horizontally, you say. Perhaps that's the purpose. These are tables designed to reeestablish the horizontal paradigm.
Yes, yes, we should be so lucky.
Now I'm just hurling random undone stuff at you. For example, yesterday - horrors - I forgot to show you the top of the Birn Building.
That's some nice late 20s work. And not cheap, either. But if you followed the links, you know Saul had ways of making money. Maybe not the most above-board, but no one knows that now, should they look up and wonder.
I want to know how many look up, and wonder. They should. It's the unnecessary beauty that makes cities a marvelous place, all this unneeded philanthropy. Of course, they want to maximize the building's image, and thus command a premium price, and the developers of 1928 were probably pleased that more severe styles were now popular, and all that expensive classical frosting was outdated, but beauty was still an expected attribute.
Something in the store caught me by surprise. Had I seen this last year? Had I seen this every year? Is it back? Did it never leave?
Brach's. We've talked a lot about Brach's here, for the usual reason - it was a childhood concept that was loaded with various memories, none of which have any particular significance beyond the details of commercial archeology, but also have an emotion resonance due to an association with a time, place, and person. Should just carve that over the lintel here.
Anyway, these are the best.
I looked for moreI Love Lucy comics, and I did not find any, which is fine. I did find a strip that ran for 10 years, 1975-85, about wacky doctors.
For one thing: Peanuts mouth. For another: what? The only explanation would be an arc, and this required the reader to be aware of previous events. Otherwise there is no joke. I looked ahead:
So he's a recurring or new character.
1. Obvious malpractice in diagnosis? Perhaps not; cortisone would be an accepted treatment for an ankle injury. But I do not think that the act of abating miseries can be called "rounding up." Nor do I think that Authentic Frontier Gibberish would be so broad in the application of the word "posse."
2. The idea of a "Country an' Western Doctor" relies on the general culture sharing the idea of a "Country Doctor," which is receding. The idea that some sort of temporary law-enforcement status follows from carrying out the wishes of a rural authority figure is also in retreat.
3. The cartoonist was an interesting fellow: did children's TV, then worked in grown-up TV, and radio for a decade. Then: a nightclub entertainer! Developed a few features, one of which was about television. Came up with Smock, and had 200 papers at his peak.
Anyway, my point is, I wish people said "reckon" more. I also wish that people didn't say "finna," but used its antecedent, "Fixing to."
I was at a test for a Target assembly line safety instruction. You got the cart and climbed inside, then it was pulled forward down a tunnel. Various objects and problems were pitched at you - excessive cold, excessive heat, moisture etc. I gather that it was for employees only and worried what would happen when I snuck in and did it myself. I hadn't showed them any badge. They didn't ask for one at the end. They did ask for my number and I gave my work number, thinking I would be found out. But nothing seem to come of it.
Interesting how the AI comes up with old wire grocery carts, instead of plastic models, or square-basket styles.
Oh, wait - let's add "Target" to the prompt.
Let's see if I can get anyone in it . . .
That's enough for now.
LANCE CLEFTROCK era, very early. Very wordy, too.
It's almost a relief when the poor janitor is actually the criminal.
This year we're going back a (gulp) half century. Remember, just because they were low-charting in the top 250 doesn't mean they didn't rise up the next year.
Everybody always had good will towards Joe.
Not the most inspired riff, if you ask me, but the comments on YouTube generally proclaim it a MASTERPIECE.
