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thisiscitylab:


Fortunately, Prague has swerved just in time to halt another controversial building project, the now-scrapped new National Library by architect Jan Kaplicky, which would have looked like something vomited up by a giant My Little Pony. 

-Is Unchecked Development Making Prague Ugly?
[Image: Jan Kaplicky]

What? This thing is awesome! Prague should definitely build it!
I don’t see what’s so great about making everything look like nobody’s had a new idea since 1700. More wacky buildings please!
(n.b. Video of planned construction of this library?)

thisiscitylab:

Fortunately, Prague has swerved just in time to halt another controversial building project, the now-scrapped new National Library by architect Jan Kaplicky, which would have looked like something vomited up by a giant My Little Pony. 

-Is Unchecked Development Making Prague Ugly?

[Image: Jan Kaplicky]

What? This thing is awesome! Prague should definitely build it!

I don’t see what’s so great about making everything look like nobody’s had a new idea since 1700. More wacky buildings please!

(n.b. Video of planned construction of this library?)


Earlier that same year the whole city had had a party. There was a new bridge to span the sparkling water between the meat of the city and its northern outpost.

The folks of the Hills didn’t give too much of a shit about the proceedings, but they were proud in a general sense because they knew there wasn’t another city in their fine country that had a bridge as big or as beautiful. So they partied and then they pretty much forgot about it. Wasn’t like any of them would ever use it. Who wanted to go that far from the Hills?

Justine Larbalestier, Razorhurst (2014)

yeah, same tbh.


Hollywood, that is to say, Los Angeles, is not, of course, a city, and its sinister forces are very oblique. There’s no public transportation system whatever, so the people drive around as though they were living in Des Moines, and it has all the rest of the disadvantages of a small town, only filled with displaced persons. On the other hand, life there has an engaging surrealist quality, an almost exciting grotesqueness.

The cultural scene there in general is sped up, sort of concentrated. Southern California is a mecca for all manner of freakishness, beginning on the most middle-class level — hot-dog stands in the shape of a hot dog. If you go there, you’ll immediately see a carnival, Disneyland aspect that is different from any other place in America.

The world’s cutest ad is currently displayed at the Tokyo subway. It’s to inform people that the subway is erecting barriers between the platform and the tracks.

TRAIN: I don’t want to hurt you.
BERET GIRL: I don’t want to get hurt.
CAPTION: That’s why they needed a barrier between them.

The world’s cutest ad is currently displayed at the Tokyo subway. It’s to inform people that the subway is erecting barriers between the platform and the tracks.

TRAIN: I don’t want to hurt you.

BERET GIRL: I don’t want to get hurt.

CAPTION: That’s why they needed a barrier between them.


In the meantime, Green clamped down on all lawlessness, even banning cross burnings for a while, lest they be charged with violating local fire ordinances. Instead, he kept his men busy with improbable public relations stunts. Food was distributed to the needy and twenty pairs of long johns, stamped “K.K.K.,” showed up at an old folks’ home. In the most memorable act, a Klansman donned a Santa Claus outfit — over his white robe and hood — and presented a 107-year-old black man with a brand new radio.

Kevin M. Cruse, White Flight: Atlanta and the Making of Modern Conservatism (2005)

Worst. Christmas. Ever.

Incidentally, this is in 1947, meaning said black man had already lived through 25 years of slavery, the Civil War, Reconstruction, and Jim Crow.

Also:

The leaks came from Stetson Kennedy, an enterprising writer who had infiltrated the Klan and delighted in airing its dirty laundry. In a particularly inspired move, he contacted the scriptwriters of the Superman radio serial and gave them detailed descriptions of Klan ceremonies, right down to the passwords. Atlanta Klansmen soon found their own children imitating the episodes, fighting over who got to be Superman and who had to be the cowardly Klansmen.

Awesome.

I totally want to see this book adapted into a Mad Men–meets–The Wire 1940s Atlanta TV drama. 


It took me about twenty minutes before I figured out why the train carriages looked so familiar.

It took me about twenty minutes before I figured out why the train carriages looked so familiar.


Anyway, one outtake that failed to make it into the Jukebox podcast is the part where we spent five minutes talking to each other about how pretty Shakira’s hometown is.

Anyway, one outtake that failed to make it into the Jukebox podcast is the part where we spent five minutes talking to each other about how pretty Shakira’s hometown is.


In New York, where thousands of bearded hipsters scamper around Williamsburg or Brooklyn reading Kerouac and drinking whisky, a new trend in facial hair has emerged.

Rachel Clun, “’Beard transplants’ are now a thing,” The Sydney Morning Herald, February 26, 2014

So, yeah, “Williamsburg or Brooklyn” is what happens when you start thinking of real places as trendpiece shorthand.


From the air, flying over Phoenix, you notice the nothingness first of all. It resembles a tan- and cocoa-colored moon, except that there are vast splotches of green-golf courses and the other pampered land where irrigation systems have been installed. From my Geology course, I knew that everything below me had once been a shallow ocean; and at dusk, when I flew into Phoenix, the shadows on the rocks were a tropical-sea purple, and the tumbleweeds were aquamarine — so that I could actually imagine the ocean that once was there. In truth, Phoenix still resembled a shallow sea, marred by the fake greens and blues of swimming pools. Some ten or twenty miles in the distance, a jagged ridge of reddish, tea-colored mountains were here and there capped with waxy deposits of limestone — to a New Englander, they looked like dirty snow. But it was far too hot for snow.

Although, at dusk, the sun had lost its intensity, the dry heat shimmered above the tarmac; despite a breeze, the heat persisted with furnacelike generation. After the heat, I noticed the palm trees — all the beautiful, towering palm trees.
John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany (1989)

Jeff Weiss:

If there’s a communion, it’s through their shared fascination of a city under siege, being destroyed via natural or man-made means. Lamar raps his verse about driving past burger stands where people got their brains blown out. One of his early memories was the chaos of L.A.’s 1992 riots, so he intuitively grasps what Joan Didion and Nathanael West understood: Los Angeles’ deepest image of itself is the city burning. Imagine Dragons’ vision belongs to Vegas — the city as phosphorescent tumor — a place that could recede into the Mohave with a random pull of the wrong lever.



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