Post Post Modern?

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I am here inside the Very New Bernard and Anne Spitzer School of Architecture at CCNY. I feel a bit wierd about the name, but maybe I am getting used to it. Since I learned of the name a few months ago I have notice the spitting is a popular past time/event in the surrounding neighborhood. Apparently AF=Bernard Spitzer was (is?) an architect/engineer/real NY Real Estate mogul who spawned AF=Elliot Spitzer, former Governor of NY. (Can you tell I have become increasingly skeptical about given identities in the six years since I moved to Manhattan?)I would love if there could be a watermelon-seed spitting contest to christen the building.

This Fall I am taking a course in World Architecture and attempting to get a leg up on the reading this week. (I cheated my way through world history class at John Marshall H.S.. Don't tell Coach Kirby.)

As for the building, I enthusiastically give two thumbs up. Mostly my praise is for the excellent lighting, beautiful floors, and large amounts of public space including a central gallery space. (Someday someone will invent public toilets that don't spray water everywhere when flushed...but not this year...not here.)

Thermodynamics--The Musical

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It's hot as something unbeliveably hot...well not really. (NYC in the summer is paradise compared to the earth scorching triple 104's of central Texas.) Anyway I am taking shelter in the AC of the NAC at CCNY where I recently registered for a World Architecture class.

I spoke to one of my neighbors today about the amazingly bad condition of the building we inhabit. How nice it would be to live in a clean building with a rooftop garden and a plant filled courtyard, an elevator than runs and is not filled with the scent of urine...sigh. Where there is life there is hope--to quote a teabag.

The University of Nebraska has begun sending me books to review. The first one is a book of poems, Taste of Cherry, by Kara Candito. The picture on the back reminds me of a girl who went to my elementary school. She looks nice.