delicious ambiguity : gilda radner

i wanted a perfect ending. now i’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. delicious ambiguity.

— gilda radner

Public Buildings and inspiring spaces.

From outside the color draws me like a beacon. When inside color washes over my body and it changes as I move from one place to another. I’m orange. I’m blue. When I chase the light and it chases me. That experience is the Montreal Convention Center.

When I hear the words convention center I cringe. I have experienced many a convention center and they are uninspired spaces. They have very little if any energy of their own. Visitors come and go but the buildings and spaces created inside are dead except for the mechanical drone of HVAC or escalators. Some of the buildings focus are industrial, some monumental, others overgrown shopping malls.

Why is it that our government buildings are so uninspiring? Is it our culture? Is it because we somehow think that our tax dollars and neighborhoods don’t deserve beauty? I think it is the process that we have for creating public buildings. The process is without inspiration or vision.

Montreal on the other hand had a marvelous vision and they have shared it with all of us.

The Pennsylvania Convention Center is one of the worse inside and out. I don’t want to go on about it check it out yourself here :

Doris Lessing on books

There is only one way to read, which is to browse in libraries and bookshops, picking up books that attract you, reading only those, dropping them when they bore you, skipping the parts that drag-and never, never reading anything because you feel you ought, or because it is part of a trend or a movement. Remember that the book which bores you when you are twenty or thirty will open doors for you when you are forty or fifty-and vise versa. Don’t read a book out of its right time for you.
— Doris Lessing

birthday month: day two MAYDAY

Day two is a Sunday this year.

I can remember as a kid using the distress call : MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY to get help when our strategy games may have gone wrong.

Understanding MAYDAY

Mayday is an emergency code word used internationally as a distress signal in voice procedure radio communications. It derives from the French venez m’aider, meaning “come (and) help me”. It is used to signal a life-threatening emergency by many groups, such as police forces, pilots, firefighters, and transportation organizations. The call is always given three times in a row (“mayday-mayday-mayday”) to prevent mistaking it for some similar-sounding phrase under noisy conditions and to distinguish an actual mayday call from a message about a mayday call.
– from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia