Wednesday, November 24, 2021
Theatre of Memory
When I was walking near the Barbican on Sunday I came across this unusual object set out with someone's trash. It's not every day you find an architectural model lying on the sidewalk.
It was labeled "Theatre of Memory," and although it was a bit bashed up it seemed quite solid and sophisticated, with perfect little plastic power poles (say that three times fast) and clear pieces covered with what looked like diagrams or blueprints. The pieces were labeled "Restaurant," "Main Theatre" and the clear floor marked "Act 1," "Act 2" and on through "Acts 4 & 5."
Needless to say, I would love to know more about this and why it was abandoned there, but Googling "Theatre of Memory" doesn't produce any readily relevant results (I apparently have a thing for alliteration today). So it must not only be a Theatre of Memory, but a Theatre of Mystery.
Probably some architecture student's final exam. Or maybe a conceptual art project.
Yesterday I mentioned the Methuselah of all cacti living in the staff lounge at work. Some of you questioned whether they were alive or even real, so I took a closer look yesterday afternoon. As you can perhaps see, they are indeed living. I'm not sure why they aren't bigger, unless they're just incredibly slow-growing or maybe they're restricted by that pot. (Which seems a very unlikely container for cacti, given that it has no drainage.)
Another mystery. I'm full of 'em today.
Our students are already on Thanksgiving break, so today will be just a half-day for staff development and meetings at work. I'm mobilizing to get out of the house early because we need to be there at 7:45 a.m. -- quite a bit earlier than my normal starting time. Then tomorrow, Dave and I are off with Olga on a Thanksgiving adventure! Stay tuned!