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Architecture / Seattle library

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I took this pic­ture in a small atri­um over­look­ing the lob­by of the Seat­tle Library, designed by Rem Kool­haas and opened a year ago. As Mara and I enjoyed the cool, green light, we over­heard a con­ver­sa­tion that went some­thing like this:Mid­dle-age woman to her hus­band: I can't believe they spent so much mon­ey on this thing.Hus­band: It's absurd. What's in a library? Books. You don't need all this oth­er stuff.Mid­dle-age woman to Mara: What a waste of mon­ey, right?Mara: [Flabbergasted]People raise the same argu­ment when cities build new sports sta­di­ums. Of course, sta­di­ums bring in huge amounts of rev­enue and, the last time I checked, libraries were free. On the oth­er hand, sta­di­ums house teams owned by zil­lion­aires who, the last time I checked, could prob­a­bly afford to build the sta­di­ums themselves.In any case, the tax­pay­ers of Seat­tle have con­tributed to the con­struc­tion of an amaz­ing pub­lic space where EVERYONE can go, read, hang out FREE OF CHARGE and be inspired by the wis­dom of the ages sur­round­ing them. I can't imag­ine a bet­ter envi­ron­ment in which to do this. Cit­i­zens of Seat­tle, I salute you.

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Art / Enter maximalism.

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An arti­cle in yesterday's NYT House & Gar­den sec­tion extolled the virtues of clut­ter. Kris­ten summed it up nice­ly: Max­i­mal­ism is the new min­i­mal­ism.

"Min­i­mal­ism is easy to copy," Ms. de Lorme said at her unabashed­ly messy desk on a recent morn­ing. "Every­body can do it."

Nev­er­the­less, max­i­mal­ism isn't as easy as it sounds. The author vis­its a Bar­ry McGee exhi­bi­tion at Deitch Projects in New York and finds that clut­ter must be as care­ful­ly arranged as non-clut­ter if it is to work:

Op-art pan­els on the walls. Graf­fi­ti every­where. And one wall I stared at for a long time was cov­ered with small, framed pic­tures dense­ly hung at odd angles, some lay­ered on top of one anoth­er. Like the whole mas­sive instal­la­tion, it looked ran­dom. Of course, it wasn't.

The thing is, Bar­ry McGee was max­i­mal so long ago — Bay-Area-Now-1996 long ago — that it's strange to use him as an exam­ple of a cur­rent max­i­mal trend. I guess well-exe­cut­ed max­i­mal­ism is timeless.The pho­to above is from Bar­ry McGee's max­i­mal mur­al at the Muse­um of Vic­to­ria (fall, 2004).

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Rust Belt road trip

Rust belt!

Pitts­burgh. Buf­fa­lo. Nia­gara Falls. Toron­to. Detroit. It's not exact­ly Route 66, but it was hot. 

The whole trip is on Flickr.

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I love Michigan in the summer.

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10 things about Gabe & Yoshi's wedding:

  • The bride and groom. Our gold­en cou­ple. The whole week­end was a per­fect reflec­tion of what we all love about them. 
  • Kala­ma­zoo. Charm­ing and fun. Shady trees, greasy spoons, a sur­pris­ing­ly fan­cy art museum. 
  • The wind­ing, tree-lined streets of Kala­ma­zoo. Grid-less! Baf­fling! Lon­don, Boston — those cities have noth­ing on the com­plex­i­ty of Kala­ma­zoo. If some kids on skate­boards hadn't point­ed the way, we would have missed the begin­ning of the wed­ding. Thanks, kids!
  • Fire­flies and Christ­mas lights. The bride's sister's boyfriend (Andrew) host­ed a love­ly after-par­ty on the night of the rehearsal din­ner. Usu­al­ly these par­ties are ill-planned and bar-ori­ent­ed, but this one was well-exe­cut­ed out­side on a beau­ti­ful back porch lit by Christ­mas lights and fireflies. 
  • The Kal-Haven Trail. Near­ly a death-by-humid­i­ty experience. 
  • Suite 702. Post-wed­ding sing-alongs, beer-scroung­ing and hotel-room-jacuzzi-ing at the Radis­son. Classy.
  • The excel­lent, eclec­tic food. Not that there's any­thing wrong with the salmon filet/side salad/baked pota­to thing, but it was pleas­ant­ly sur­pris­ing to get a nour­ish­ing, unique meal at a wed­ding recep­tion. I actu­al­ly ate this food, and liked it. Nice work, wed­ding plan­ners and caterers.
  • Friends & fam­i­ly rep­re­sent­ing. While I didn't do such a great job of cir­cu­lat­ing among those I hadn't known for 15 years, I couldn't help but notice the col­lec­tive high spir­its and fes­tive attire of all in atten­dance. Plaid pants, flow­ered dress­es, smiles, laugh­ter — all good. 
  • Louise's toast. I, for one, did not know that the groom's moth­er met the bride's father dur­ing fresh­man week at Car­leton. Amaz­ing. The stars had been spelling it out since day 1, really.
  • It must be said: Maggie's boobs.