The nitrate film of "At the Foot of the Flatiron Building" is now available on polycarbonate DVD.

They-ey-ey said someday you'll find
Car smog makes you blind
Oh-ah-oh-oh-oh, when the Flatiron whispers
You must realize
You must close your eyes

So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed
Don't tell me it's just my iPod
Yet today my hat has flown away
Don't tell me I'm being schizoid

Now institution walls will hide
Truths you can't abide
Oh-ah-oh-oh-oh, so I smile and say
Pass my medication
So Flatiron whispers may die

well basically it comes down to laziness. see a long time ago I took apart one of my computers and modded it with a lego casing. but then recently I decided to take all that apart, by recently I guess I mean a month and a half ago. so then without the casing it is just a loose collection of electrical boards and wiring, with a tendency to overheat. so I have the fan pointed at it and set on medium. The idea is that at some point I want to build a lego rack mount system, and then I can change the cooling, but as mentioned above - lazy.

actually now that I think of it there are about ten other things I need to do that are much more important than fixing this, I guess I will avoid doing all of them first.

anyway it stays nice and cool.

These days, there's enough heat-producing equipment (in most offices to need it unless the outside temperatures drop very low. Not sure if one can still open the windows or not, but it probably wouldn't be v. comfortable to keep them open in the winter, anyhow.

If I trusted myself with electronics, I might try making one with transparent walls so that it'd look like the robot that pilots Gerry Anderson's starship Fireball XL-5.

We keep all our windows open as far as we can without our papers blowing away, and hoo-boy, do we wish we could turn on the A/C. It's been at least 85 degrees every day for the last week--hot enough that we have trouble focusing, hot enough that my officemate gets headaches, hot enough that every half hour or so someone (usually me) exclaims, "God DAMN, it's hot in here!" When you step in from the corridor, where it's about twenty degrees cooler, you can feel the shimmering wall of heat. It's disgusting.

It looks like the teeth that got stripped from a saw,
A handful of toenails dumped down by the shore,
And the inside and outside are no way akin,
Its only a box with fins.

Dear old Danish Utzon drew a pretty plan,
And sold it right up to the hilt,
But though the sails were mighty, he quite impolitely
Forgot to say that it couldn't be built.

Useless in function and ornate in style,
Each time there's a high wind, we have to retile.
Every tile is a one-off, not one other fits.
Oh the Opera House is the pits.

My brother spent some time, several years ago, in Hawa'ii on business. At one point, he described the hotel room he was in as 'you could hang your hat on the breeze coming through the walls'. Whether the windows opened or not was another matter not discussed.

There is at least one office building in downtown LA with openable windows. I've seen them throwing desk calendar sheets (the little ones) out the window at New Year's. Those little pages can go a long way.