"The traveller in his airplane, arriving from Constantinople or Pekin as it may be, suddenly sees appearing through the wavering lines of rivers and patches of forests that clear imprint which marks a city which has grown in accordance with the spirit of man: the mark of the human brain at work. * As twilight falls the glass sky-scrapers seem to flame. * This is no dangerous futurism, a sort of literary dynamite flung violently at the spectator. It is a spectacle organized by an Architecture which uses plastic resources for the modulation of forms seen in light. * A City made for speed is made for success."

~Le Corbusier, The City Tomorrow and Its Planning, 1929

Yesterday evening Mos Def performed in Hill auditorium under the auspices of Professor Def and the [so delicious and good for you] Watermelons. It was pretty sweet, and he was awarded a visiting professor award (seriously? yes) as part of the MLKDay events schtick. Also, the saxophonist played a keytar (inspiring the conversation to the left, which made me giggle), though there was no hour-long keytar solo. Bummer.

Yesterday: a double-Yost blitz, reminiscent (only in its doubleness, I guess) of dim sum days of yore, transpired. Gosh, the writing-style-and-grammar police from my law class last semester would've boiled upon reading that sentence. Anyhoo, first there was noontime public skate, and later, an unfortunate outcome to a very good hockey game. I wore green, though, and gave my fellow attendees an outlet for their cheers, etcetera. So. It was fun, mostly.

Also, why has Atonement gotten such good reviews? I don't think I can get on board.

Though I have long been (and am trying to remain as such) an R. Kelly non-fan, last night's Trapped in the Closet viewing might have changed me forever. It's a little bit addictive. No, it's, likkkee, super-addictive. I can't wait for the final installments. When will R. Kelly bless us with their presence? I must know!







Obama's (the presidential candidate whose features hold up best in high-resolution, I've decided) showing in Iowa on January 3rd provided for some fun caucus-watching in my house. Get ready for Barack-centric soundtrack including, but not limited to, Obama Over Baghdad, Barack the Casbah and Obama (sung to the universally galvanizing tune of Manilow's Mandy, naturally).

Lastly, our semester started blazingly early this past Thursday, and one class is comprised of what appears to be essentially a semester-long group project dealing with a number of planning-related issues along large chunks of 8 Mile. Members of last semester's stats group (creators of the finest academic power point presentation ever to boast both teeter-totter and milk-carton jpegs) already established the lofty but inspiring goal of implementing a tourist-friendly Obelisk Artisan's workshop at the site of an abandoned bumper-car racecourse. It's going to be awesome!