Randomly Thursday

Thoughts and links for a Thursday morning in February:

  • It’s nice to read good news about a mid-century building once in a while, although it’s sad that the good news in LA is not universal. Too many preservationists believe that all history ended about 1920 and that any urban context from any subsequent era is useless (and probably just plain evil) and thus not worthy of our attention. Fortunately, more people are now coming to the realization that we pretty much said the same thing about turn of the century buildings in the 1950s that we’re saying about mid-century buildings now, and that mid-century buildings (particularly those constructed as infill) are an important part of urban texture.
  • No major commentary on this one. It’s just cool.
  • I really hope there’s still a roof there when we get back to Pittsburgh.
  • Just what the world needs: a “My Harris Teeter” ringtone.
  • I haven’t digested all of this article on the decline of the Washington Post (too depressing for work), but as Rebuilding Place notes, it’s impossible not to notice. In fact, it’s probably even more pronounced for me since I have irregular access to the print edition, so it’s seemed even less gradual to me. Of course, the same could be said for the LA Times, the SF Chronicle, and the Chicago Tribune, which I was horrified last year to realize is now a tabloid.
  • I’ve come to the recent realization that I like Echo & the Bunnymen more now than I did twenty years ago.

He Stole My Idea

Rent-a-Crowd Entrepreneurs Find People Fast to Cheer or Jeer for $4 an Hour:

“We’ll do business with any political party. Ideology doesn’t matter to us,” says the 21-year-old Web-design major at Kiev Polytechnic Institute. “It matters even less to most students,” he adds, grinning. “They have become tired of politicians. They will rally only for money.”

That blasted Ukranian entrepreneur has stolen a key component of my proposed business plan, dammit.

That Whole Winter Thing

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I’ll admit that I’m enjoying the fact that winter seems to have finally remembered where North Carolina lives this year. The lack of snow over the past few years was starting to bother me a bit. Of course, winter’s triumphant return also coincides with the very winter when I first began my daily commute to Greensboro, but that hasn’t been a big problem either since the new chancellor at UNCG has been much more liberal than her predecessor about closing the campus during inclement weather. I’m actually getting paid to sit at home and watch the snow pile up.

But if today’s round of snow and ice keeps Mark from getting home tonight for our only weekend together until the end of February, I’m going to be really pissed.