Ames Monument 1882 - Architect Henry Hobson Richardson
Standing in an open western grasslands stands a 60 foot Cairn memorializing the financiers of first transcontinental railroad. The Monument itself stands on the highest elevation of the original route, however, the significance of this Monument is not the achievement of the railroad but instead the contribution to a material shift which had influence on modern architecture.
Richardson was amoung the 'first proudly' American Architects who sought to create their own distinct style from European influence, later refered to as the Chicago school. The colonial nature of the American nation, as well as their art/architectural stylings, had primarily derived from the Old World. New World architects began to grow increasingly interested in exploring the material resources in the vast territory now easily accessible for settler claim.
The Cairn Monument utilizes local granite blocks which match the surrounding landscape and seeks to meld old world classical architecture with a vernacular material language. At the time there was an ongoing debate surrounding craft and industry, discovering a dynamic of merging the two became the next big movement in architecture. Following this usuage of new material language Richardson applied these theories to his Marshal Field Wholesale Store (1885-87) in Chicago: Old theories of design practice utilizing new technology and ideas. this cairn serves as such a precursor for the coming architectural stylings which inspired aspects of the Prairie School, Arts and Crafts Movement, and Internation style.
Ph: Wyoming State Historic Preservation Office
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I rarely post on this account. But I have to say something. I can't stay silent anymore.
(picture to catch attention)
Please. Don't scroll past this.
I'll be honest, over the past few days and weeks, I've been trying my best to avoid talking about the g3n0cide happening in Palestine. I've been trying to keep my eyes on the positive, to think about other things, doing everything in my power to not have to face the reality of what's happening.
I can't do that anymore, and now that I've realized that.. I've also seen that there are SO many others doing the same. Even in my own friend group.
People are being murdered. Families are being torn apart. Lives are being destroyed. Bloodlines are being erased.
Israel has killed more than 3,000 children. CHILDREN, who had their ENTIRE LIVES ahead of them, have been and ARE BEING killed.
As I write this, this is happening. Who knows how many lives are being taken as I type each letter.
And yet, there are people who seem to just.. not care.
Even one of my closest and dearest friends said it directly to my face, that she DOESN'T CARE.
All I can think about is.. HOW?
How can you NOT CARE? HOW can you sit there and openly admit that you don't care what happens to AN ENTIRE GROUP OF PEOPLE?
How can you scroll through ANY social media platform, from Twitter to Instagram, and willingly decide that you could care LESS if THOUSANDS of people, children, are being killed.
EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
This isn't new, either.
This isn't something that happened all of a sudden.
This didn't start in October of 2023.
This has been happening for DECADES.
This is not a "fair fight."
This is not "war."
This is the mass eradication of a people, a culture, of LIFE.
This is the deliberate killing or severe mistreatment of a large number of people from a particular national or ethnic group, with the aim of DESTROYING that nation or group.
Do you hear me?
DESTROYING.
On another note, how can that friend sit there and say that they don't care, when OUR OWN GOVERNMENT is actively supporting and funding this?
How can you just sit there and be OKAY with this? How can one be okay with the fact that the people in these EXTREMELY powerful positions are allowing- ENABLING this to happen? How can you ignore it any longer?
How can I ignore this any longer?
I tried. I tried to push it down. To look the other way. I tried to keep it in the back of my mind, despite me knowing in my heart that I was wrong.
At first, I tried to reason with myself, I tried to come up with an excuse as to why I wasn't doing anything. Why I wasn't trying my best to spread awareness.
"I'm a minor, so I can't do much anyway."
"I don't know enough about the situation to have a say in it."
"Even if I DID donate, or boycott, or do something else to help, it wouldn't do anything in the end."
STOP IT.
If you're ignoring this, if you're actively deciding to turn a blind eye and avoid the reality of what's happening.. if you continue to do this, you are apart of the problem.
By staying quiet, we are contributing to the harm and enabling it.
I had to say this to myself, and now I'm saying it to anyone else thinking these thoughts.
I thought I was "staying neutral," and "staying positive." I was just in denial.
I was in denial that my own government, the leaders meant to protect me, my family, and the MILLIONS of other people living in my country- the country that speaks of "freedom and liberty for all," the country that calls itself one of the greatest in the world, can sit back and enable something as HORRIFIC as this. It's disgusting.
I've always been somewhat bothered by the fact that I have to associate with this country nationality-wise, but now it's reached its peak.
I'm ashamed to call myself an American. I'm ashamed that many of the people enabling, and even AGREEING with this are FELLOW Americans.
I'm begging you, please don't scroll past this. Please reblog, share, tell people, do WHATEVER YOU CAN to keep this situation in the spotlight, as well as the other events similar to this going on in places like Congo.
If you STILL feel like you can't do anything, I have a place for you to start.
The website linked below uses ad revenue to donate, and all you have to do is click a button, for COMPLETELY free. You can click once a day, and If you want to donate more than once, you can open incognito tabs and click as many times as you want ↴
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On Twitter, under hashtags such as #CeasefireNOW and #FreePalestine, there are HUNDREDS of threads with resources to get updates on what's happening, places to donate, Palestinian-owned business to support, Pro-Israel brands to boycott, Pro-Palestine brands to support, etc.
I also suggest following Noury on Twitter if you have it. She lives in Palestine and has been documenting her firsthand experience and day-to-day life.
A link to her account ↴
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Please, don't be passive. Don't be silent. Keep reblogging, reposting, make your OWN posts if you desire to. Just don't let this movement be silenced.
I'll be tagging everything I can possibly think of to help this get to more people. If you do reblog this please do the so it can reach as many people as possible.
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we've found it folks: mcmansion heaven
Hello everyone. It is my pleasure to bring you the greatest house I have ever seen. The house of a true visionary. A real ad-hocist. A genuine pioneer of fenestration. This house is in Alabama. It was built in 1980 and costs around $5 million. It is worth every penny. Perhaps more.
Now, I know what you're thinking: "Come on, Kate, that's a little kooky, but certainly it's not McMansion Heaven. This is very much a house in the earthly realm. Purgatory. McMansion Purgatory." Well, let me now play Beatrice to your Dante, young Pilgrim. Welcome. Welcome, welcome, welcome.
It is rare to find a house that has everything. A house that wills itself into Postmodernism yet remains unable to let go of the kookiest moments of the prior zeitgeist, the Bruce Goffs and Earthships, the commune houses built from car windshields, the seventies moments of psychedelic hippie fracture. It is everything. It has everything. It is theme park, it is High Tech. It is Renaissance (in the San Antonio Riverwalk sense of the word.) It is medieval. It is maybe the greatest pastiche to sucker itself to the side of a mountain, perilously overlooking a large body of water. Look at it. Just look.
The inside is white. This makes it dreamlike, almost benevolent. It is bright because this is McMansion Heaven and Gray is for McMansion Hell. There is an overbearing sheen of 80s optimism. In this house, the credit default swap has not yet been invented, but could be.
It takes a lot for me to drop the cocaine word because I think it's a cheap joke. But there's something about this example that makes it plausible, not in a derogatory way, but in a liberatory one, a sensuous one. Someone created this house to have a particular experience, a particular feeling. It possesses an element of true fantasy, the thematic. Its rooms are not meant to be one cohesive composition, but rather a series of scenes, of vastly different spatial moments, compressed, expanded, bright, close.
And then there's this kitchen for some reason. Or so you think. Everything the interior design tries to hide, namely how unceasingly peculiar the house is, it is not entirely able to because the choices made here remain decadent, indulgent, albeit in a more familiar way.
Rare is it to discover an interior wherein one truly must wear sunglasses. The environment created in service to transparency has to somewhat prevent the elements from penetrating too deep while retaining their desirable qualities. I don't think an architect designed this house. An architect would have had access to specifically engineered products for this purpose. Whoever built this house had certain access to architectural catalogues but not those used in the highest end or most structurally complex projects. The customization here lies in the assemblage of materials and in doing so stretches them to the height of their imaginative capacity. To borrow from Charles Jencks, ad-hoc is a perfect description. It is an architecture of availability and of adventure.
A small interlude. We are outside. There is no rear exterior view of this house because it would be impossible to get one from the scrawny lawn that lies at its depths. This space is intended to serve the same purpose, which is to look upon the house itself as much as gaze from the house to the world beyond.
Living in a city, I often think about exhibitionism. Living in a city is inherently exhibitionist. A house is a permeable visible surface; it is entirely possible that someone will catch a glimpse of me they're not supposed to when I rush to the living room in only a t-shirt to turn out the light before bed. But this is a space that is only exhibitionist in the sense that it is an architecture of exposure, and yet this exposure would not be possible without the protection of the site, of the distance from every other pair of eyes. In this respect, a double freedom is secured. The window intimates the potential of seeing. But no one sees.
At the heart of this house lies a strange mix of concepts. Postmodern classicist columns of the Disney World set. The unpolished edge of the vernacular. There is also an organicist bent to the whole thing, something more Goff than Gaudí, and here we see some of the house's most organic forms, the monolith- or shell-like vanity mixed with the luminous artifice of mirrors and white. A backlit cave, primitive and performative at the same time, which is, in essence, the dialectic of the luxury bathroom.
And yet our McMansion Heaven is still a McMansion. It is still an accumulation of deliberate signifiers of wealth, very much a construction with the secondary purpose of invoking envy, a palatial residence designed without much cohesion. The presence of golf, of wood, of masculine and patriarchal symbolism with an undercurrent of luxury drives that point home. The McMansion can aspire to an art form, but there are still many levels to ascend before one gets to where God's sitting.
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i watched My Neighbor Totoro for the first time, here's my chronological viewing experience:
woo-hoo! dusty old japanese house with japanese architectural details aplenty
these kids got some ENERGY my goodness
family dynamic's adorable. peak quality dad humor
kids: our house is haunted. parents: that's so cool!
hell yeah, wrinkled old lady rep. we need more friendly old women with potato faces and warts like storybook witches. the backbone of society, these ladies
Plot Summary: Small Child Bothers Local Wildlife
sacred tree sacred tree sacred tree
Introducing Totoro! nobody said this fucker's got TEETH???
Uh-Oh! Inadequate Parental Supervision Detected
(you misplaced your four year old! you're not supposed to do that)
4-year-old: i met a magic forest spirit. dad: oh shit fr?
4-year-old: *angrily hugs sister* missed u bitch
this small child has a smile like a toad. like a really really cute toad. like the cutest toad in all existence. i love her she's perfection please just let this child be happy
rice paddies are so pretty....so back breaking....rice is such a prissy crop
*my crush is stranded in a rainstorm* takethisumbrellait'syoursnowBYE *runs away in panic im so good at flirting*
Giant Chinchilla Learns To Hold Umbrella, Is Fucking Delighted By Experience
take this, it will help you on your quest! *hands u trail mix wrapped in a leaf*
LO-FI HIP HOP STUDY LIST!
crouching down to peer at dirt--A++ top notch foundational childhood experience
mom has a big ass forehead
honey! the chinchillas are performing Rituals in the backyard again
help yeah let's jack and the bean stalk this shit
huh so we're all just climbing aboard the giant chinchilla's tiddies now ok
class trip!
the pure adrenaline of Vegetable Gardening
no! the small child is crying! she is bawling her eyes out. no no no. i can't cope with this. emotionally i cannot cope 🥺🥺🥺
i've only had Mei one hour but if anything happens to her i will raze this earth and everyone on it
please someone make this small child smile again
oh no the tall child is crying too
i can't take this. my heart can't take this.
i need a drink
small child running determined to deliver magic veggies to the hospital. this kid is my hero
she is also unsupervised. so, so unsupervised
babe you are FOUR
godDAMMIT ghibli, you cannot give me watercolor sunsets while a small child is missing. u are killing me. my heart is giving out. this is me, experiencing heart failure.
Totoro to the rescue!
no wait CATBUS to the rescue!
i admit i initially thought the cat was a creep. alice in wonderland prejudiced me. i have revised my notions of smiling cats
i've decided the cat is a metaphor for the magic of a robust public transport system
MEI'S OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and so is mom. she's a lovely lady im sorry for what i said about her forehead. it's a noble forehead.
happy ending YES bitch!!!!!!
ok. ok ok ok. that was magical.
(as a first-time adult viewer i was worried i wouldn't be able to Access the Magic. but i could and i did and it was incredible. that was culture. that was ART. joy distilled into animated form. holy rites of childhood. i understand now. how glorious, this world we grow out of. how full of marvels. i'm going outside to smell grass and sun and get dirt under my fingernails. miraculous.)
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