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Perfect 10 | The Bleat. 12/3/13, 8:45 AM ABOUT Search Ten Years On. LA Dining: the next installment RECENT COMMENTS polymathamy on 06.14.12 Bleat PERFECT 10 Amanda from Michigan on Boo. Hiss on AUGUST 2, 2010 · 50 COMMENTS · in ARCHITORTURE, DOMESTIC LIFE, FARGO Julie on Testing the new RSS feed idea shesnailie on Autobots and Bruckner Best weekend ever! Again. Friday Wagner von Drupen- Sachs on Autobots and was Gnat’s 10th birthday, and it was Bruckner not as screechy as previous versions. Less elaborate, fewer plans. The kids 140 OR SO came over, ate pizza, and then we took them to the Humane Society, Error: Twitter did not respond. Please wait a few minutes and refresh this page. where the pets got the gift instead of the birthday girl. (Her choice; very proud.) We made bandanas for dogs CLICK – AND SAVE! intended to show their willingness to be your best friend (I wanted mine to say I CAN SMELL YOU SO MUCH) and then toured the shelter where the animals wait for homes. Just a few dogs. Zeagoo Women's (Reason: owner lost home. Reason: owner transferred. Reason: owner had to Geometric Knitted move. So many stories behind each of those wide wanting eyes.) There were Sweater Loose … lots of cats, and lots of cat-adoption action. Very cute; nothing in the world (7) looks as perpetually surprised as a kitten. Everything in the world is . just $14.50 whoa. Whoa. What the hell. A kitten was brought in for the girls to play with, and then they were hosed down with sanitizer and fed cake with the most delicious frosting in the world. Done by 8:30, minimal fuss, a good deed done: perfect. A BOOK I RECOMMEND But nothing is perfect. Sunday night as she laid in bed, ready for the kiss and http://lileks.com/bleat/?p=7689 Page 1 of 16 Perfect 10 | The Bleat. 12/3/13, 8:45 AM hug, I detected Sadness. Probed a little. turns out she was saddened by how fast ten years had gone. Not an observation noted with detachment, or irrational fear, but noted with genuine regret. So we had a long talk about time, and memory, and how they’re always playing tricks on each other. Every day is the same length. Every year is as long as its predecessor. The next ten years will be the best yet, and the ten after that even better. You Child 44 Tom Rob Smith climb the tallest mountain and then you see the taller one beyond, and that’s Best Price $0.01 or Buy New the one you want to scale. What counts is doing something. Ending every day knowing you made something, or did something, added something. This seemed to help, but not entirely. She was tired and wanted to go to bed, Privacy Information so hug & kiss. THE PAST AT YOUR FINGERTIPS “Just don’t get too old,” she said. DECEMBER 2013 Ah. So it’s that. S M T W T F S 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 “Do I seem old? No. Grandpa’s 83 and he rides a motorcycle.” 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 She smiled and rolled over and fell asleep. 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 But. It’s that. 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 – 29 30 31 « Jul THE DISTANT PAST Saturday I took daughter and a friend down to the public library for an anime showcase. July 2013 June 2013 May 2013 April 2013 March 2013 February 2013 January 2013 December 2012 November 2012 October 2012 September 2012 August 2012 July 2012 June 2012 May 2012 April 2012 November 2011 October 2011 September 2011 http://lileks.com/bleat/?p=7689 Page 2 of 16 Perfect 10 | The Bleat. 12/3/13, 8:45 AM August 2011 July 2011 June 2011 May 2011 April 2011 March 2011 February 2011 January 2011 December 2010 November 2010 October 2010 September 2010 August 2010 July 2010 June 2010 May 2010 April 2010 March 2010 February 2010 January 2010 December 2009 November 2009 October 2009 September 2009 August 2009 I do like the view, but I would; I love this town. July 2009 June 2009 May 2009 April 2009 March 2009 February 2009 January 2009 HOST WITH THE MOST http://lileks.com/bleat/?p=7689 Page 3 of 16 Perfect 10 | The Bleat. 12/3/13, 8:45 AM UNTOLD RICHES AWAIT YOU This is just a fragment of the site, you know. Head HERE for the full menu. Enjoy! BLEAT PREMIUM Go HERE to join - for as little as you like. You'll get an email with your passwords. The page for your bonus-secret ulta links is HERE! I’m supposed to love this building, since it’s the new downtown library and all new downtown libraries are regarded as AWESOME things that revitalize and so on, but this one leaves me cold. And it’s by one of my favorite architects, too. Cesar Pelli. It just is. The atrium is better than no atrium, but every time I go there, I am filled with Meh. The showcase was supposedly for teens, which made her a wee bit apprehensive: what if everyone’s older than us? Then they will be, I suppose. As it happens we were the entire audience. That’s it. Three. Outnumbered by the people putting on the show. Or attempting to put it on. The first projector in the big room was broken, so we moved to a side room. They couldn’t get the laptop on which the DVD was located to connect to the speakers. Many http://lileks.com/bleat/?p=7689 Page 4 of 16 Perfect 10 | The Bleat. 12/3/13, 8:45 AM muttered oaths. Another cord was procured, and now we had sound but no picture. After five minutes of bootless troubleshooting it was all moved to another room, where the laptop successfully made contact with the various interfaces, and the show began! Then ended when the laptop died after five minutes. Another laptop was found. It did not have the Windows DVD program. The person operating the machine tried to open the file with a program that converted DVDs to DivX, I think – but then I spotted the orange traffic cone on the application list and told them to use that, it would open anything. It did. 40 minutes into the show, we sat back to watch . anime! Samurais were involved, and lots of leaping and dodging and occasionally a single inordinately large drop of sweat would roll down the hero’s forehead. Yes, it was that anime! You’ve seen it too? Awesome! (Actually, I overcame my standard reaction to anime, and enjoyed. Still don’t know why there were enormous robots who oppressed the people in order to steal their . rice.) So what sort of library would I want? Something that says LIBRARY. Modern libraries are considered such because they say OBVIOUSLY NOT AN OFFICE BUILDING. I like ‘em Roman, frankly, although I grew up with a 1967 ultra- modern structure that seemed like it an embassy from the future. Stark, white, with two-story reading rooms. Over the years its spare modernism was cluttered up until it became a warehouse of unrelated visuals, like gaudy ornaments hung on an aluminum tree. That was Fargo, and few tears were shed when it went down . except by some. Before that the library was a tiny Carnegie across from the Graver: It had pillars, and clanking radiators, and smelled like old books. It had the visual vocabulary of Civic Architecture, which is what I miss. There’s no such thing anymore. The last gasp was WPA Moderne, I suppose, aka Nazi Classicism. Well, yes, I’ll say it. Not Nazi in intention, but part of the same statist wave that planed down traditional forms into stark machines intended to communicate the heft of the state, not the traditions behind it. http://lileks.com/bleat/?p=7689 Page 5 of 16 Perfect 10 | The Bleat. 12/3/13, 8:45 AM I like it, for all that – perhaps because the true fascist examples were so much plainer and simpler and cruder and uglier. Hey! Monday. Usual drill. PopCrush starts at 9 AM, Tumblr starts at 10 AM, PopCrush videos go front-page at noon. In the afternoon, if I remember, the next four pages of LA Dining 1962. Oh: yep. Last Friday? Lum and Abner. Pass it along, if you wish 50 RESPONSES TO perfect 10 Roadgeek says: August 2, 2010 at 2:11 am Oh, you would’ve liked my hometown library. Built in 1923 as a US Post Office, it was a red brick structure with concrete trim. I grew up wondering who Andrew Mellon was, for his name was engraved in the cornerstone. When the PO moved to their new building in 1957 (it still has its Civil Defense Shelter placard, long faded by now) the library moved into the red building. It had beautiful steps in the front, and I thought it was one of the best places in the Universe. All those books. It was tight, and compact, and I know now that the librarians hated it. But it looked and felt like an impressively permanent repository of knowledge, and I treasured every visit. The library moved in 1977 to a new marble monstrosity with atriums and unobstructed sight lines and plenty of parking and I hated it and would hardly ever go back. It wasn’t the same, somehow.