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Monthly Archives: April 2006

At the beginning of the month, jazz legend Oscar Treadwell died. I missed this because I was out of the country. But we’ve lost another treasure, folks. Just read the links to find out why.

Sweet love, OT.

Without the shipping container, a modern age of trade, and a whole genre of contemporary architecture would never have come into being.

Today is the shipping container’s birthday. It should be celebrated with fireworks from China, candy from Japan, and wine from France. Preferrably anywhere the shipping container has transformed – so really anywhere. From Lahore to Lagos to Long Beach to London, find a nice spot (with a view of shipping lanes if possible) and toast to our corrugated friend of commerce.

Just found out about the death of Jane Jacobs. She was one of the great minds of 20th Century architectural and cultural criticism. We’ll miss you Jane, I hope your new neighborhood is more messily vital and livable than your old one.

Even though it’s all in French, this looks amazing…

Is a US release too much to ask?

(courtesy of Gravestmor)

Also everyone, I have many many London pictures to upload…

I’ve always known the Brits couldn’t do electrics, but their plumbing is shockingly bad as well. But hello! I’m sitting in beautiful Sunninghill, Berkshire England. It’s been a freaking whirlwind up to this point. I beat myself to a pulp, and loved it. But I also jet lagged hard, and crashed at ten last night. But I was up at 7:30 and everything’s together now. I’ve taken more pictures than you could believe, have been using the heck out of the wonderful travel journal Sarah made, and am starting to think of how the comic is going to come together. That’s all for now, I’m still alive. Oh, local # over here – t-mobile from the states didn’t work. If you’re a friend’s lister, you’ll notice the only difference is this version of the post doesn’t have my phone #. But if you want it and you can’t see the other post, email me.
Anyway, I’m still alive, going to hang out with Uncle Frank here for another half hour / forty minutes, then it’s back off to Londontown… Which has already entranced me. There’s so much more to say, but I’ll keep it to this for now. I’m alive, I’m having an amazing experience, and I wish there were some way to request political asylum or something. More soon.