The Self-Righteous Bastard
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
The Dean Is Dead
Architect Philip Johnson died yesterday, at the age of 98. I don’t really enjoy every single building he designed – some I downright loathe – but the man was certainly interesting. One of the original modernists, and a contemporary of Frank Lloyd Wright and Mies van der Rohe, a former fascist and Nazi sympathizer who later renounced and atoned for his past, a nonagenarian architecture rock star. I’m no expert, but I can see One Atlantic Center (some call it the IBM Tower) from my window, and I dig it. Well, during the day I dig it, classical revival-slash-modern, smooth and sleek but a little gaudy. At night, however, the cupola looks like one of those crown air freshener things you see in a taxi. Kind of tacky – but then again, this is the South. 191 Peachtree, however, I’m still not a fan of, I just never thought the double cap fits with the rest of the building. Still, it’s cool to know that a work by one of the greats is looking down on me.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
I Am A Danger To Myself, As Usual
I don’t know how I accomplished it, but I managed to remove a couple millimeters from the tip of the middle finger on my right hand at some point yesterday. I didn’t notice until this morning. Did I cut it off in the kitchen? Grind it off in the lab? I couldn’t tell you. Thanks to my guitar calluses it doesn’t hurt at all, it just looks and feels really strange. I hope it grows back, that would be helpful. Does shit like this happen to anyone other than me?
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Guitar Status Report
I think I’ve finally figured out how to get my fingers to play barre chords, so F and B are in play, baby! Calluses are doing well, I realized the correct way to play A and D chords, and I found that an Altoids chewing gum tin makes an excellent guitar pick case. Isabelle and I are becoming fast friends.
Monday, January 03, 2005
