Uncle Ken's Credo

As kids we wanted pop and potato chips every day, but they were parceled out only on Saturday nights, or on the rare occasion when company came over.  Oh if only we were adults and had money we would have pop and chips every day.  When we went out to a park all they wanted to do was sit around a picnic bench and talk.  Grownups.  We would never be like that.

Puff indeed was the cat of Dick and Jane and not surprisingly their dog was Spot.  They had a younger sister too, a blonde i think, but I don't remember her name.  They had parents too but their presence was shadowy like in Peanuts. 

As I have previously told I spent one summer as an usher at the State Lake theater when it was showing Cleopatra.  I remember a scene where there   are flames in the background and Cleo is kvetching at Caesar, who is shrugging his shoulders, can't make an omelette without breaking eggs style.  But wiki says it was not completely destroyed and carried on until it was diminished by Roman indifference and finished off by Christian zeal.

I used to write my post as an email because I liked the editing properties there better than blogspot's but anymore I write with the square in one window and the text in the other.  I guess I have got used to blogspot's editing, but its vocabulary is pathetic, and I am constantly having to add words.

I live across the street from Mies's last work, which looks pretty much like all his other work.  I used to hate the guy because I saw him as the father of all those horrid boxes that litter downtown   But over the years, looking across the street I have seen that his buildings are more than the boxes of his imitators and there is a subtle interplay of light and shadow across its face as the day progresses. 

But I couldn't disagree more with his pronouncement of less is more.  Uncle Ken's credo is: art should look like art and music should look like music and less is not more, it is less!

Sullivan's buildings may be considered fussy in the day of the internationalist style (and again I could not disagree more), but in his day of eclectic bric-a-brac he was seen as quite the smooth modernizer.

By the time of Socrates the Greeks had developed a literate enough society that there are plenty of records of him.  I wonder though if he was this great guy that Plato made him out to be.  I expect most of his words were put in his mouth by Plato,  And that hemlock thing, for the third time I couldn't disagree more, he should have slipped out of that cell when he had the chance.