In my mind. Of course every random walk through space and time is also a walk through the mind's various streets and alleyways, and this one is no exception to that rule. Each path leads to the next, each word borrows from the last (to misquote Joyce) and in the same way that it can be hard to retrace one's steps, it can be hard at times to follow the mental map too. But I love that place where metaphor and reality meet and imitate each other too closely, and such is the nature of my blog, I suppose. Enough of this drivel! Here's what I saw:
|Even politicians get to enjoy!|
I Don't Need This Much Room. En route. If the Paris Metro is at or near capacity, the T in Boston is underused, nevermind underfunded. The Red Line, the T's highest usage line, and 100 years old last week, is empty at noon time on a Monday. The train I'm riding in dates from 1970. Both of these should not be the case in a city that strives to be a world-beater in today's economy. We are trying to wean ourselves from our cars. If this is so, then why can I witness this?
|In the business, they call this "Transporting air"|
Housing: How to Make a Downtown. Downtown Crossing, Boston. I see that the city of Boston is busy putting in housing right in the heart of downtown, exactly what every doctor prescribes for the health of night-life, retail districts, vibrant urbanity. Good for them. Cambridge hasn't yet figured out how to make this happen.
|Cambridge believes: "Tom Menino says 'housing', and it is so."|
It Takes More than a Village. Kendall Square, Cambridge. If building buildings in the right places is good, then building the right buildings is also critical. Urban spaces need urban places. And urban places need good architecture. These two buildings below, within half a block of each other in eastern Cambridge win a combined award for some of the truly most nauseating architecture of the second half of the 20th century. The first of these two I refer to as the Death Star, harkening back to my fascination with the first Star Wars movie. Its likeness is uncanny. Nevermind that it houses the Cambridge Innovation Center, a place that certainly has the Force with it. It's awful.
|Darth Vader would be proud|
|Nausea finds its urban form|
|Two trains converge, saying "I'll meet you halfway"|