shipperx | Sep. 20th, 2006

Sep. 20th, 2006

Forwarded to me from a friend:

I don't know if this is true but it does put new meaning into the term "expressive architecture"...

This is a true story. It happened in Utah and was on the news. A city councilman, Mark Easton, lives in this neighborhood. He had a beautiful view of the east mountains, until a new neighbor purchased the lot below his house and built.

Apparently, the new home was 18 inches higher than the ordinances would allow, so Mark Easton, mad about his lost view, went to the city to make sure they enforced the lower roof line ordinance. Mark and his new neighbor had some great arguments about this as you can imagine - not great feelings. The new neighbor had to drop the roof line - no doubt at great expense.

Recently, Mark Easton called the city and informed them that his new neighbor had installed some vents on the side of his home. Mark didn't like the look of these vents and asked the city to investigate. When they went to Mark's home to see the vent, this is what they found... (see attached pictures )

Forwarded to me from a friend:

I don't know if this is true but it does put new meaning into the term "expressive architecture"...

Forwarded to me from a friend:

I don't know if this is true but it does put new meaning into the term "expressive architecture"...

Okay, my jaw is hurting. Remember when I broke a tooth a little over a month ago? I went to the dentist who fitted me with a temporary crown and scheduled another visit several weeks later to give me the permanent crown... only the crown didn't fit. He said he'd send it back to whoever it is who makes the crowns and for me to come back two weeks later. So today I had another visit and he again tried to place the permanent crown (for an hour), he ended up having to numb me twice, and the crown simply wouldn't fit. He ended up making a new mold and saying that he was telling (whoever it is who makes the crowns) to personally make the crown... and I'm scheduled for yet another visit to the dentist in two weeks. Guh. (And, no, he hasn't charged me for the last two visits, and, yes, he's an excellent dentist. Not only have I used this dentist for the last ten years, but he was rec'd to me as the best possible dentist in town by my sister's (sadly late) father-in-law, who had been the dean of UAB dental school. So I'm really not blaming the dentist, just tired of having to go to his office every couple of weeks.)

Anyway, with my jaw hurting, I'm sitting around sampling the new tv offerings. Impressions:

( Jericho )

( Kidnapped )