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Sunday, April 15, 2007

Highway in the Front Yard

Houses with highways running through their front yards are typically at the lower end of the real estate market, but houses where the highway is actually in the yard (and more specifically in the house) are now at the upper end, it seems. Nothing particular funny here (other than the ridiculously posed couple in the fourth pic), but I read about this Big Dig House somewhere else (the New Yorker?) and found this short slide show that has images of the impressive architectural project. It's built mostly from materials from the Boston "Big Dig" highway project, for one of the lead contractors on the project, and designed by Single Speed Design. Even though the living room (slide 4, again) looks more like the atrium/waiting room in an engineer's office than the place he watches "The Office," I like it, and I like the idea. Not exactly Falling Water or Monticello, but innovative and interesting.

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Thursday, April 12, 2007

Make me young, make me young, make me young!

Kurt Vonnegut, etc.

To mark his rest, a small and resigned meditation by Vonnegut, from Slaughterhouse Five:

If what Billy Pilgrim learned from the Tralfamadorians is true, that we will all live forever, no matter how dead we may sometimes seem to be, I am not overjoyed. Still--if I am going to spend eternity visiting this moment and that, I'm grateful that so many of those moments are nice.

May he visit the nice moments most often.

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