4 murmurs
In Zetaville, in the College of Glazed Hams you can here murmurs all around. All architects are called Frank, after a little known Finnish film which named its 18 actors all Frank.
“Frank, what do you do when the money runs out?”
“Well, Frank replies, “I’ll probably go back to what I did at the beginning, something minimal.”
“And those shoes, Frank, are they really as comfortable as your theories suggest?”
“Oh yes, and functional too, you see the stride they offer means I can get to the other side of the lobby quicker and with more bounce.”
Interesting!
“I went to Bilbao,” one Glazed Ham said, “Got up close and the place was a studied mess. Could not see what all the fuss was about.”
“Oh no, me too,” the Vegas Ham chipped in.”
“You know, whenever I hear talk about liquid architecture,” the San Antone Ham said, “I think of Bruce Lee. Take the shape of water, go with it and alter yourself as it too takes shape. That’s how I see it.”
Interesting, Bruce Lee as the future of architecture hadn’t quite reached the curriculum at the University of Zetaville. But it was about to be taken seriously by everyone but the Professors.
“You know,” the neon-striped Professor stopped at the open door with a copy of the New York Times Style section in his hand, “look, listen to me, I wish I’d thought of wearing cowboy boots like this, I might have built more buildings.”
“Not so, Sir,” The Professor of Glazed Hams answered, not unless you happen to be able to talk about them as if trying to reach the other side of the lobby.”
At this point the murmurs ceased. The money to build the new spectacles of the new millennium was coming to a halt. The unspeakable reared its head once more. War was in the air. Legal proceedings were, well, proceeding. All around the world in universities, something was happening that would put a stop to this fame academy. But was anyone sure just what this was? Back in Zetaville there was a lawsuit in progress. Men behaving badly were being taken to court by women who seemed to have decided to behave just as badly. About time! Now there’s a stalemate.
“Frank, what do you do when the money runs out?”
“Well, Frank replies, “I’ll probably go back to what I did at the beginning, something minimal.”
“And those shoes, Frank, are they really as comfortable as your theories suggest?”
“Oh yes, and functional too, you see the stride they offer means I can get to the other side of the lobby quicker and with more bounce.”
Interesting!
“I went to Bilbao,” one Glazed Ham said, “Got up close and the place was a studied mess. Could not see what all the fuss was about.”
“Oh no, me too,” the Vegas Ham chipped in.”
“You know, whenever I hear talk about liquid architecture,” the San Antone Ham said, “I think of Bruce Lee. Take the shape of water, go with it and alter yourself as it too takes shape. That’s how I see it.”
Interesting, Bruce Lee as the future of architecture hadn’t quite reached the curriculum at the University of Zetaville. But it was about to be taken seriously by everyone but the Professors.
“You know,” the neon-striped Professor stopped at the open door with a copy of the New York Times Style section in his hand, “look, listen to me, I wish I’d thought of wearing cowboy boots like this, I might have built more buildings.”
“Not so, Sir,” The Professor of Glazed Hams answered, not unless you happen to be able to talk about them as if trying to reach the other side of the lobby.”
At this point the murmurs ceased. The money to build the new spectacles of the new millennium was coming to a halt. The unspeakable reared its head once more. War was in the air. Legal proceedings were, well, proceeding. All around the world in universities, something was happening that would put a stop to this fame academy. But was anyone sure just what this was? Back in Zetaville there was a lawsuit in progress. Men behaving badly were being taken to court by women who seemed to have decided to behave just as badly. About time! Now there’s a stalemate.
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