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