Word: squatness
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Less somber, but still a fog-shrouded mystery of the sea, is why it is hard to love even the sleekest boat made of fiber glass, or sheet steel, or sprayed ferro-concrete. And why, if you like boats at all, it is hard not to love even a squat, stumpy and probably leaky boat made of wood. Two amiable new books about the perilous beguilement of wood boats are Sea Change, by Peter Nichols (Viking; 238 pages; $23.95) and Sailing in a Spoonful of Water, by Joe Coomer (Picador; 256 pages...
...eccentric and exhaustive assemblage of Koolhaas' building designs, jottings and musings. It even has pages of charts showing how his practice has fared over the years. It was the first book ever to have a launch party at New York City's Museum of Modern Art. And no wonder. Squat, garishly silver and with photos that look more like they were taken for a home photo album than an architectural manifesto, it's designed to be dipped into, flicked through and maybe even used to prop open a door. In short, a visual delight...
Microsoft retainers take me to a sprawling campus called Red West. It resembles a modern state university. Five low-lying, heavily fenestrated buildings squat expectantly around a man-made waterfall. Two years ago, this was nothing but a chicken farm. "Microsoft is huge," I mumble numbly. Sensing my confusion, my guides point out that this is just a suburb of the main Microsoft headquarters, which is 25 times as large and looks, when I finally see it, about the size of Minneapolis. Around 20,000 Microserfs work there. Some people call it the Hive. I yawn, feigning a lack...
...Mythology and medieval macabre, complete with apsidal carvings on the wooden booths, gruesome charcoal drawings of pregnant women ohne Bustenhalter, and hanging skeletons, Aerosmith's nascent Mama Kin club screams, drools, and bleeds for perverse, unrestrained if highly orchestrated debaucheries, preferably of Homo sapiens. Two domineering, heavily-stocked bars squat facing each other across the red-rimmed, black linoleum dance floor; smug, wood-carved janissaries. The room takes cares to invoke the popular equation "Lust + Delusion = a reckless, carnal kind of vermilion violence, real good stuff...
Maximus occupies a squat one-story brick building that stands in the shadows of the Jefferson Towers apartment complex, a 15-minute walk from the Quad...