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Feb. 2nd, 2010 11:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogBill Brady was at Ogilvie station this morning when I passed through on my way to work. I wish I'd had my camera to get a picture or two.
I got a hit on my Marina City pictures on Flickr today from the architecture section of a site called 1920-30.com which purports to be about life in the twenties and thirties. Someone's embedded a few of my pictures (two of Marina City and one of 333 West Wacker) on the page. Technically they don't have rights to do that, but I don't mind very much as I keep meaning to license all my stuff under Creative Commons anyway. But what really confuses me is that they are very much not '20s or '30s buildings. Marina City was designed in 1950 and finished in the early '60s, and 333 West Wacker is rather newer than that and bears no relation at all to older styles, having a primary facade that's a giant wall of glass.
I have found what may be the most hilarious interpretation of a song I've ever seen. It makes me want to create an account on the They Might Be Giants wiki just to add interpretations for dozens of songs that are simply extrapolations from gigantic leaps of paranoid fuzzy logic. Which is, I'm sure, exactly what the person who wrote this one, taking an eight second song with ten words in it and conjuring a picture of a broken home with a little girl who is ignored and neglected by her terrible, milk-withholding parents.
As I told Moira tonight, if I was independently wealthy, and I mean like filthy rich, I know how I'd spend the next couple of years. I'd buy a studio apartment style condo in most of the major cities in the united states, and a little VW diesel that I could pay Mechanic Juan to make run on vegetable oil. I'd drive from city to city as the whim struck me and spend a few weeks or a few months in each one making pictures. Old friends and new; New York City, Chicago, Detroit, St. Louis, San Francisco, Seattle. That would make me really truly happy.
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Marina City's Twin Towers
More Marina City. I like these buildings.
I got a hit on my Marina City pictures on Flickr today from the architecture section of a site called 1920-30.com which purports to be about life in the twenties and thirties. Someone's embedded a few of my pictures (two of Marina City and one of 333 West Wacker) on the page. Technically they don't have rights to do that, but I don't mind very much as I keep meaning to license all my stuff under Creative Commons anyway. But what really confuses me is that they are very much not '20s or '30s buildings. Marina City was designed in 1950 and finished in the early '60s, and 333 West Wacker is rather newer than that and bears no relation at all to older styles, having a primary facade that's a giant wall of glass.
I have found what may be the most hilarious interpretation of a song I've ever seen. It makes me want to create an account on the They Might Be Giants wiki just to add interpretations for dozens of songs that are simply extrapolations from gigantic leaps of paranoid fuzzy logic. Which is, I'm sure, exactly what the person who wrote this one, taking an eight second song with ten words in it and conjuring a picture of a broken home with a little girl who is ignored and neglected by her terrible, milk-withholding parents.
As I told Moira tonight, if I was independently wealthy, and I mean like filthy rich, I know how I'd spend the next couple of years. I'd buy a studio apartment style condo in most of the major cities in the united states, and a little VW diesel that I could pay Mechanic Juan to make run on vegetable oil. I'd drive from city to city as the whim struck me and spend a few weeks or a few months in each one making pictures. Old friends and new; New York City, Chicago, Detroit, St. Louis, San Francisco, Seattle. That would make me really truly happy.
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Marina City's Twin Towers
More Marina City. I like these buildings.
