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Rude Interruption. "Coach" Woodward, as he was known to his friends, believed there were only four sports worth writing about at any length: baseball, football, horse racing and boxing. He was openly contemptuous of skiing, auto racing, golf and goono-sphere (his word for basketball). He loathed hunting. His stubborn tastes did not suit his publisher, Mrs. Ogden Reid, who insisted that he give more space to women's golf. Woodward refused. He was, said his friend Joe Palmer, "contemptuous of superiors, barely tolerant of equals and unfailingly kind to subordinates." In 1948 he was fired. "I was given...
Computer Sculpture. Utzon soon discovered that architecture conceived as sculpture often becomes an engineering nightmare. The sails are all designed as gores taken from a master sphere. V-shaped ribs are cast from master molds on the site. Eventually these neo-Gothic ribs will be sheathed in white tiles, leaving the skeleton visible from beneath. It took three years to adapt Utzon's spherical geometry to actual construction, using computers to ensure that 170-ft. ribs weighing 80 tons would fit to a fraction of an inch...
...geodesic dome is a sphere formed by tetrahedrons--pyramids made of equilateral triangles, the simplest possible shape in three dimensions. This gives the largest possible space to the interior dome with a minimum of surface area surrounding it. It makes a lightweight, easily-assembled, low-cost frame...
...Italian, his name means "golden apple," or more commonly, "tomato." But his cognomen, insists Arnaldo Pomodoro, has nothing to do with the fact that he has grown famous sculpting massive spheres cast in polished bronze (opposite). Rather, he is a kind of dissatisfied Aristotelian, seeking the true nature of form inside matter. "For me," he says, "the sphere is a perfect, almost magical form. Then you try to break the surface, go inside and give life to the form...
...welcomed Wolfe as the traditional Outsider come to tell them about themselves. Confusing him with camp, pop art, underground movies, and whatever else is au courant, they've honeyed him into a parlor gadfly, who describes the vital, vulgar, exotic American Now which is as far from their sphere of knowledge or comprehension as Ulan Bator. He himself admits that his readership significantly overlaps with that of his hated New Yorker...