Had that somewhat dazed and shattered feeling as I made my way across town
from way down south where we'd stayed up late celebrating Bruce's 40th birthday,
unusually warm so I spun 45s on the back deck
until 2 am. Connie drove me to lightrail in Columbia City and lent me $3
for farebox, then I transferred and waited at the wrong bus stop for a long
time (where the 5 only comes by during rush hour). Not quite hungover but
hollowed out, the gentle morning-after you get from having stuck mainly to
middle shelf or better booze; neither altogether unpleasant nor debilitating
even though the Manhattans had gone down like water. I don't mind waiting
in the wrong place.
Call me a hick but I'm still impressed
by skyscrapers. If it'd been raining hard
I would have drowned as I gawked
slack-jawed with head thrown back. My
appreciation has grown since I learned
definitions a skyscraper is
any building where wind load is greater
than gravity's pull. Now I just imagine
the pressure exerted by the wind on the
solutions used to compensate.
tower in Chicago is both beautiful and
functional in its response by using
irregularly shaped contours like fins to
confuse and dissipate the force of wind.