Saturday, June 27, 2009

Architecture Beat: Art Institute of Chicago's Modern Wing









The problem with architects and the museums they design is usually one of excess. With large endowments and the need to appear cutting edge, big museums will often give an architect unprecedented freedom to cobble together whatever he wants in his most iconic and daring style. While this freedom might create spectacular buildings (cf. Gehry's Guggenheim-Bilbao and Calatrava's addition to the Milwaukee Art Museum), do the sweeping and oddly angled walls of these buildings create good museums? Do you visit a museum for the building itself or for what the building contains? And isn't wrong that there be competition between the two in the first place?

Renzo Piano avoids even the appearance of architectural preemption with his new Modern Wing of the Chicago Art Institute. The outside soars with airiness almost floating off the ground. The windows are all tall and vertical, the beams regular and white. Instead of a roof, an expanse of white lattice tops off the building. Reinforcing the lightness, a long, sinewy ramp connects Millennium Park to the upper floor of the addition. I don't remember seeing any structural support for the bridge, but it didn't look like it needed it at all.


















But while the outside wows, the inner galleries sparkle with neutrality. The angles are all orthogonal, the rooms large but never large enough to dwarf the art hanging inside them. The art hangs evenly on the walls. All of the galleries sit off a large central hall way that spans up all three floors. It's a nice mediating room between oversized dimensions of the outside and the personal dimensions of the galleries. I think my favorite part of the inside is the third floor's ceiling. Piano uses a glass ceiling to let us see the latticing above. It makes for a space that is clearly indoors until you look up and see the sky. The inside is so subdued that after the art on the walls, the biggest visual draw is skyline visible outside the windows. The tall windows allow for the entire height of the buildings to be viewed. It's a perfectly composed cityscape scene.

Everybody's fave architect Frank Lloyd Wright said that forms always follows function. Go to any house of his, and you can clearly see that he never followed his own maxim. His chairs are uncomfortable, his houses sag and creak, but ironically, his Guggenheim museum synthesizes the two in that building's iconic, long, spiraling-skyward central gallery. It's ironic because so many other architects have fallen off the wagon when asked to make such grand spaces. Renzo Piano fortunately defied the odds with The Modern Wing.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Bros Watch Forever: BSG Pilot-S1E3

Wow, big day for the the Brog and me. The internet is easy when you're home all day.

Anyway, hope you all got started on Battlestar Galactica, because it picks up quick. Perhaps a little too quick--I'm sure the 3-hour pilot discouraged a lot of potential casual fans early on--but anyone who sticks the early going out already knows it's well worth it. Not that the pilot is a chore--actually, it's one of the most entertaining pilots I've ever watched.

There's no way to summarize the thing, or the other three episodes, effectively. The basic premise of the show is as follows: Humans make intelligent robots, called Cylons. The Cylons become self-aware and war with humans. Humans and Cylons sign a treaty, and the Cylons disappear. 30 years later, the Cylons return, much stronger, and kick humanity's ass. The last of the humans rally around the last human warship, the Battlestar Galactica, and set out into deep, uncharted space, looking for a new home, the legendary Earth. I won't waste any more time with a summary, because it would probably fill many pages. Instead, here's what I like about the show so far:

-Humanity loses. Fast. Seeing as we're already awash in epic tales of unlikely underdog victories, it's nice to see the good guys get their asses kicked. The Cylons have the upper hand. They keep it. End of humanity (almost).

-Morality is complicated. I guess this is true of most good shows, but I think BSG does ambiguity particularly well. Even a few episodes in, it's clear the the Cylons aren't necessarily wrong--they're just not human. Even in the early episodes, this special boundary is starting to blur. Number 6 (who may or may not be a figment of Gaius' imagination) may or may not be in love with Gaius (who seems to have no morals, at all), and may or may not be trying to help him. Number 8 manages to triumph over her Cylon programming when scouting for a new water source (a source that she necessitated with her blackout bombing of Galactica's water tanks). Apollo has to choose between the path of the diplomat and the path of the soldier, but has he chosen a side, yet? Does he have to?

-Apollo. While I'm on the subject, the dude is way more interesting than I thought he would be. He's a great soldier and a great negotiator. He can't be both--at least not all the time. Episode 3 ("Prison Break") is the first real treatment of this conundrum.

-:33. What a great concept for an episode. The white board tally of the whole of humanity is an incredible touch. Best "second episode" I've ever seen, hands down.

There are a few bones to be picked thus far--the really mediocre acting of Number 8 (Grace Park), and the odd bones that the script sometimes throws to the viewer ("we're draining our water supply out into space!")--but the series already feels like it's hit its stride, and we're only a few episodes in. This bodes well.

The next five episodes, as well as a google search that should supply you with all of season one, are in the comments section. Hopefully, next week will lend itself better to a more comprehensive summary. In any case, it's not my burden to bear. Alex is taking next week's post. Comment if you want to help with posting...

T'Wolve Draft Recap

The best explanation for the hype surrounding this year's NBA Draft is the sheer unpredictability. With a couple of potential superstars, a handful of raw talent that might one day develop into something special and a deep pool of lifetime NBA backups, the Draft Class of '09 was one of the weakest in public memory. But the dearth of talent was mitgated by the excitement of not knowing where almost anyone would end up. It almost reminds me of the fight for the most recent Republican presidential nomination; you knew Obama was probably going to slaughter any one of these guys, but finding out who exactly it would be was somehow incredibly entertaining.

I thought about writing a summary about some of the more entertaining picks, but let's just get to the heart of the matter: the Minnesota Timberwolves. With the fifth pick in the draft, the Timberwolves drafted Ricky Rubio, the 18-year-old Spanish phenom. Since Ricky has played ball all his career in Spain I've never seen the dude, but he's being described as a once-in-a-lifetime passing talent, the kind of preternaturally gifted athlete who sees the game one or two steps ahead. If you want to read more about these kind of players, check out the DFW article from the NY Times about Roger Federer.

Unfortunately, Rubio has been a total diva about the entire draft process. He basically made it known to the NBA that the only team he wanted to play for was the Sacramento Kings, a young, exciting team who play in a state with a climate akin to that of Spain. Price Rubio must've been stoked when Memphis and Oklahoma City passed on him.

Then, so did Sacramento. With the fourth pick of the draft, Sacramento drafted Memphis' Tyreke Evans, a strong, physical PG who despite his reputation as a ball-hog, appeared to dominate all of the group PG workouts. Leaving Prince Rubio to fall into the hands of... the Minnesota Timberwolves, manned by new GM David Kahn.

Minnesota did the right thing and selected Rubio. And with the sixth pick, with Davidson's Stephen Curry, a lights-out shooter who would have been the perfect young compliment to Rubio in the backcourt, Minnesota selected... Syracuse's Jonny Flynn, another, um PG.

And then with the 18th pick Minnesota took another PG, UNC's Ty Lawson, who they immediately swapped to the Denver Nuggets for Denver's 1st round pick next year, which will, in all likelihood, be worse than 18. With the 28th pick in the first round, the Nuggets took another G, albeit an SG: UNC's Wayne Ellington.

With Rubio confused about why the team would draft so many PG's, and upset about the move to colder climates, he had this to say in his first press conference:

Q. I don't mean to be funny here, it gets very cold in Minnesota. Is that something that would weigh your decision of staying in Europe or coming to the NBA?
RICKY RUBIO: I don't know yet, I have to think about that, because I'm just three minutes from a Timberwolves player. So I'm going to talk with my agent about that and we are going to see.

....

Q. Are you excited to go to Minnesota?
RICKY RUBIO: I'm excited to come to the NBA.

Ouch. And worse news, in today's press conference, Rubio refused to show up alongside Flynn and Ellington, adding weight to reports that Rubio will now opt to stay in Spain for another year or two before moving to the NBA. Needless to say, in not consulting with Rubio/Rubio's agent before the draft, and then drafting a pure PG/pure PG backcourt instead of Steven Curry, David Kahn blew a golden opportunity to improve Minnesota despite his wheeling and dealing for lottery picks. With six total picks in this year's draft, it looks like only two will be reporting to Minnesota for training camp.

Jum-on

None of us were around for MJ's heyday (my fondest memories of the guy revolve, unfortunately, around the widely-televised 'Black or White' benefit concert, and the abysmal Dangerous. Come on, I was five). Maybe that's why I've been so blown away by what I've been reading about him since his death. I'm not sure I ever had any sort of hold on just how huge the guy was in the 80's, when his skin was only a few shades lighter than it should've been, his nose still looked like a nose, and it didn't really matter how many plastic surgeries he had, anyway, because he was that good (Greg, I know we talked about MJ's songwriting credits a while back. Turns out Jackson wrote most of his hits--including 'Billie Jean', which Quincy Jones apparently disliked--in their entirety).

Basically, what I'm trying to say is it's good to see the old Michael Jackson. It's good to see everyone seeing the old Michael Jackson. I've read in a few places about the shame of his never having his own Prince-style revival, but I'm not sure his persona could've supported such a comeback. I'm not sure what, aside from his death, could have brought him back. Even today and yesterday, his obituaries have been heavily shaded by what he later became--the sickly, creepy man-child of our adolescence--and with good reason. Prince was never tried on molestation charges.

Anyway, I just ran across this video of Jackson a few months after the 'Billie Jean' single was released, and I had to share it. It's incredible (it's also the debut of the Moonwalk). I watched it, and the light bulb went on: there's the superstar. Sorry, JT, you'll never come close to topping this.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

BAd English (it's a pun)

so i've been spending time recently searching for apartments in buenos aires (because why not right?). besides these places being incredibly cheap and light-filled and lovely, i'm very drawn to the prospect of renting a room in a house here because of how adorable and enthusiastic the craigslist ads are. examples:

$250 Single room in a big departament to live with two students.
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$380 Magnific opportunity! Room to rent!Great room in apartment to rent! To (SAN TELMO)

Bares, restaurantes, supermarkets... All you need to live like a king, jaja!! ;D

If you are interested you can view it!!

Contact me and I can give you meet!
Cheers, Cecilia!

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$290 I rent two rooms in a bug apartment (Villa Crespo/Palermo)
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Apartment to share with a German girl students of UCA and a boy from France he is journalists!

he is journalists! anyway, if anyone is down to move to argentina together for a year, hit me up. we can try to rent this "great and funny" party apartment: http://buenosaires.en.craigslist.org
/roo/1238938367.html

Mulling a move to the Twin Cities?

Bar trivia here is easier, the prizes are better, and you get internet famous. (And you can have teams of like 10!) I guess Tom Sullivan shows up, too, and gets his butt kicked. Miss you, Rob Zombie--we could've been huge, if we'd taken our game out of Northfield--

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Whet Your Television Whistle




Here are a few screen grabs from the first episode of Battlestar, in case you needed a little push to get you watching the show.










Space Battles! The Band!












Wow! That boy agrees with me, she is CUTE!










Stress is B-A-D. Take a nap, buddy.











But Beware of WHAT Blast!?










Random Numbers, for the LOST fans.

Perhaps America is Competent at Soccer Affter All


Don't know if anyone out there cares at all, but the US Men's National Team scored one of the greatest wins in its history this afternoon by defeating Spain 2-0 in the semifinals of the Confederations Cup in South Africa. In the process, the US defeated the world's #1 ranked team, ended Spain's 15 game winning streak (longest ever), ended Spain's 35 game unbeaten streak (tied for the longest ever), and handed Spain its first loss against a non-European side since 1999.


This major upset came after it took a miracle for the US to even advance to the semifinals, which required the US to beat Egypt 3-0 and to get help from Brazil, who beat Italy 3-0. Despite Spain dominating possession and forcing US goalie Tim Howard into making 6 impressive saves. When the ball occassionally trickled into the Spanish half, the US took advantage scoring on their only two shots on goal. The US now moves on into its first final of a FIFA tournament ever and will take on the winner of Brazil-South Africa on Sunday at 2pm EST. Not bad. Not bad at all.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Thought:

Do they make green caskets? When I’m buried, I’d like whatever houses my corpse to decompose along with it, so that I may contribute more fully to the life cycle—return nutrients to the soil and the like.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Bros Watch Forever: Battlestar Galactica



Welcome, bros, to the inaugural post of Bros Watch Forever, the TV club to end all TV clubs. Given that Greg, Dan, Aaron, and Lindsey are the only people I've talked with about this, there may or may not be some consternation among sci-fi (or TV club) skeptics about our first show, but hear these words: Battlestar Galactica will rock your fucking face off. It is that good.

Before we get there, though, let's go over the BWaF format: this Friday, I will write a post upon the equivalent of five episodes of BSG (the 2.5-hour pilot and first three episodes of the first season). The following week, someone else will post on the next five, and so on, until, sometime in September, we finish the series out.

Here are links for downloading the pilot (parts 1 and 2):

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=snv4mnid
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=UQEP7ZR2

And the first three eps:

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=HCMGHRHI
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=SW9HAUFW
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=GLSBAFF0

Netflixers, I'm sure this is all on instant watch.

I haven't seen past S1E5, so this will be new for me, too. Comment if you'd like to post. Also comment on how you'd like the format to change . Keep in mind that we want as many people participating as possible--marathon TV-watchers, no complaints about the light episode load, please. That's all for now. More on Friday. Try to catch up before then!

Post-Carleton Secret