Word: centralized
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Where Eliot's vastness is oppressive, Mather's seems refreshing. The hall's horizontal expansiveness is divided into different sections, allowing a diner to digest (no pun intended) the immense space of the dining hall in manageable increments. As in Quincy, there is a rectangular central eating area that is flanked on both sides by more intimate commensal spaces. Rather than resolutely delineating spatial boundaries using flanks of columns as Quincy does, Mather separates the private side spaces from the main area with boundaries that are themselves dining spaces (alternating brick walls and tables), seamlessly moving from one dining space...
...interior of the dining hall is itself a schizophrenic attempt to address three different realms of the dining experience, separated by giant ribbed columns (that appropriately echo the faux-bamboo of the other separating screens. The central area surrounded by the colonnade is the "public" space, where long tables do not encourage "gathering around" for shared commensality, and the prominence of the salad bar (and the way it violently disrupts the unified space) proves that this space is for eating, not chatting. The colonnade separates this from the "private" space, which is filled with individual tables that are each self...
...timpani's wildly expansive dynamic range. Beaver points out that he gets to play everything from the gentle, dying heartbeat in a requiem to great, rolling sforzandos where he "comes in like the hand of God," a not unsatisfying experience. Ganksheim also admits that he enjoys the timpani's central role in the orchestra--it's a crucial element, providing at once a rhythmic backbone and melodic counterpoint...
...Bringing Out the Dead owes a lot to New York City, its silent costar, but there's another central contender as well--the hospital dubbed Our Lady of Misery. There's a column of bullying power in the black police officer who, like Saint Peter, mans the entrance to the clinic, deciding who is admitted and who is not. But through the steely gates is not paradise, for this overcrowded, understaffed clinic has patients writhing and screaming within every cinematic inch. In this fluorescent-lighted madhouse, the sterile, linoleum-- tiled hospital reflects the emotional tone of the nurses and doctors...
William L. Fash, Bowditch Professor of Central American and Mexican Archaeology and Ethnology, called the notes for his classes posted on the Versity site "poor...