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Beautiful protest: Bridges of bricks

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

I have a passion for architecture, a passion very well satisfied by St. Louis, with its distinctive neighborhoods, and unique mix of styles. Against the backdrop of the futurist, sleek Arch is the whimsy of the Victorian walking parks such as Tower Grove. The sweeping, lush gardens of the South back up to the durability and practicality of baked brick, a distinctively northern touch, reflecting the brick industry in Dogtown.

Friday, I explored another unique neighborhood, the area surrounding Francis park in St. Louis; a place known for the art deco touches in the brick homes. Against the multi-colored and patterned brick and native stone are black wrought iron gates and doors, and many of the windows contain stained glass art work, much of it over 100 years old. Turrets and towers, copper gutters, antique weather vanes, and multi-colored tile roofs combine to create a colorful neighborhood.

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I love the use of brick in a building. I love the sense of permanence brick implies. as well as the shared history. Religions may differ and borders drawn and language change, but brick remains brick. It’s through our earlier ancestors use of brick or stone that we’re able to recover so much of our earlier history, from the stones of the pyramids in Egypt, to the use of baked and sun-dried brick in areas such as Samara in Iraq.

Artifact evidence show the use of brick in the area known as Mesopotamia approximately 8000 years ago, several thousand years before the birth of modern religions such as Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. The Ziggerat of Ur that I talked about earlier was constructed with sun-baked bricks in the interior and baked bricks forming the exterior. The process used to bake the bricks then is still used to create bricks today: clay is pressed in molds, stacked with gaps between, covered in mud with twigs pressed through and allowed to burn.

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The Tower of Babylon was said to have been made of bricks, and it’s design of spiraling layers growing progressively smaller forms the inspiration for one of the most beautiful buildings ever constructed: the Spiral Minaret of Samara (Al Malwiyya). The Spiral Minaret is one of the largest mosques in the world, and was constructed in 850 AD. It’s built of baked bricks around supporting marble posts, and reflects the interest in ’sacred’ buildings endemic to that era in both the East and the West – a spiritual concept shared by all beliefs of the religions born in Mesopotamia. God and brick have marched shoulder to shoulder through all modern history.

photo from http://www.geocities.com/yousif_raad/iraqphotos/photos4.html

There is so much beauty and variety in brick. We in the west tend to think of the pinkish-red brick when we think ‘brick’ but bricks reflect the material used in their making and can range from a sandstone color to deep reds, and variations in-between.

Brick is valued for more than its beauty; it can withstand much, including storms, fire, and the degradations of time. However, it can’t withstand the acts of modern man. For instance, in order to increase its self-sufficiency due to UN embargos, Iraq is building a series of dams to provide water for farms. One such project is scheduled for completion in 2007, and will flood the ruins of Assur, the capital of the Assyrian empire.

(As a sidenote, many of the more portable artifacts of ancient Mesopotamia were destroyed during the earlier bombing of Iraq when they bank they were stored in for safety was bombed; others were looted and sold to antiquities collectors in the West. Many of these have actually been auctioned on the web, including eBay.)

Returning the discussion to my walk on Friday, another interesting highlight of the area I walked through was the pink sidewalks fronting all the brick homes. Ostensibly pink was used because it provided a softer background for the green of the lawns and the red-rust of the bricks of the homes. However, general consensus is that pink was used as a mark of affluence – pink cement wasn’t in large demand and whatever wasn’t used for a particular walk had to be thrown out because it couldn’t be used elsewhere.

However, there’s pink and then there’s pink. As the photo below demonstrates so well, interpretation of ‘pink’ is as individual as the homeowners themselves.

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outdoors

Nice walk

Weather was perfect today, close to 70. The hike was strenuous, but manageable. It was good to finish a hike without falling, tripping, or otherwise stumbling over my own feet. Of course, it helped to have my hiking boots and walking stick.

However, really tired and have a nasty headache. All my writing will have to wait.

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Internet

Think on this

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

I’m about to head out for a new hike in a special place I’ve not been before. During the drive, I’ll wrap my mind around some things I want to write about, not the least of which are another beautiful protest, individualism and community, weblogging and writing, and possibly the World of Ends, though this will most likely get wrapped into individualism and community.

Question to the thousands who saw the World of Ends as a new definitive answer for the foolish masses who don’t ‘know’ the Internet: Exactly what will you do differently, today, after reading this essay, then you did yesterday before reading this essay? Just curious, is all.

I actually have a lot of things I want to write about. This is a very good feeling to have. Back to the burn.

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Political

Beautiful Protest

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One only has to look around at the news to see why we all seem so quiet. It’s difficult to chat about this and that when we’re surrounded by talk of war.

Coinciding with the President’s speech last night about the ‘imminent’ threat from Saddam Hussein, we’re faced this morning with the news of a a rise in the unemployment rate. This following the continuing drop in the stock market.

This week a man was arrested for wearing a T-Shirt saying “Give Peace a Chance”. He was arrested because he wouldn’t take it off, or leave the Mall where he was having dinner. Someone somewhere thought “Give Peace a Chance” was a dangerous term, and they were right – very dangerous, but not necessarily to the people of this country.

President Bush talks about “disarmament” one week, but “regime change” the next. His goal remains but the focus waivers about like a skidding phonograph needle during an earthquake. Yesterday’s talk was on Hussein’s ‘direct’ threat to the United States. No, it was about removing Hussein to help the people of Iraq. No, it was on regime change. No it was on the UN resolution for disarmament.

If the interest in removing Saddam Hussein had been focused entirely on his barbaric treatment of his people, his destruction of his own land, I may have actually supported our actions at some point. But this is a different war then one that will be fought solely to disarm Iraq, or put someone of our own choosing in command. A different war than one to support our own interests.

Bush answered the following when asked how his …faith was guiding you:

My faith sustains me, because I pray daily. I pray for guidance and wisdom and strength.

If we were to commit our troops – if we were to commit our troops I would pray for their safety, and I would pray for the safety of innocent Iraqi lives as well.

One thing that’s really great about our country is that there are thousands of people who pray for me who I’ll never see and be able to thank. But it’s a humbling experience to think that people I will never have met have lifted me and my family up in prayer. And for that I’m grateful. It’s been a comforting feeling to know that is true.

I pray for peace

I pray for peace, from the man who talks of nothing but war.

I said before that I don’t believe oil is the main reason Bush is pushing this invasion, and I stand by this statement. I believe that oil and power are on Cheney’s agenda, but not Bush. No, I’ve long felt that Bush’s agenda was more frightening: he is a man of meager talents and intelligence who became elected because of a lie, an error, and a name but who is desperate to prove himself great. And if you read the the history of Saddam Hussein, you’ll see that he’s exactly the same type of man.

We lost the ability to control President Bush with the last election, and we’ll get no such chance again until elections in two years. We are no different than the Iraqi people: we are powerless to control our leader.

But I am not entirely powerless. No matter how pushed down we are by a leadership that works to keep us in fear and in the dark, I am not powerless. For every act of darkness, there is light and for every act of fear, there is hope. For every act of war, there are equal acts of beauty and peace. Rather than a protest based on anger and hatred and fear, I would rather my protest be based on beauty.

To begin:

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The Ziggerat of Ur. Based at Uruk, the site of the first known city. The birthplace of Abraham. The city of Gilgamesh:

The gods shook like beaten dogs, hiding in the far corners of heaven,
Ishtar screamed and wailed:
“The days of old have turned to stone:
We have decided evil things in our Assembly!
Why did we decide those evil things in our Assembly?
Why did we decide to destroy our people?
We have only just now created our beloved humans;
We now destroy them in the sea!”
All the gods wept and wailed along with her,
All the gods sat trembling, and wept.

From the tablet containing the Poem of Gilgamesh

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Laumeier Project by Jackie Ferrara for Laumeier Sculpture Park, St. Louis, MO. Rather than representing a Mayan temple, as some believe, the artist states that this sculpture represents her interest in games, and puzzles.

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Writing

Doc and Dave sitting in a tree…

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

Doc sent an email out to a bunch of folks this morning, pointing to a new work he and David Weinberger created, World of Ends.

Doc asked for comments. I sent them in an email, but then it dawned on me that Doc might actually prefer a link. I am a slow woman on Fridays. So here’s the link, and my comment:

While I may appreciate the eloquent writing, the strong beliefs, the reasoned arguments, as well as the hope as dewy as the grass beneath a young maiden’s feet as she trips about gathering in the cows to milk (are ‘cow’ and ‘milk’ bad words now?), I have to tell you my first reaction on skimming through this was:

Oh good lord what is this? A variation of “I’m okay, and you’re Net”?

However, I have been accused, a time or two, of being contrary. Not going with the flow. Breaking the circle. I will endeavor to read this again after I have a nice long walk, in the hopes of adjusting a deplorable tendency to say “but what does it mean?”. I will then be of a mind to bask in being an end-point, and to learn to believe in the power of the bits. (Well, before we blow ourselves to even smaller bits in war, that is.)

Thanks for the link, Doc.

Shelley

I will, of course, be treated the same as the fly that buzzes around the potato salad at a picnic: as just one of the nuisances to be endured when one has open food in a open eating area. Ignore, and continue the feast.

update 

The World of Ends has been slashdotted, which should be sending lots of buzz winging its way.

You really have to check out the comment thread titled “World Ends”. Funny insight into the Slash Dot phenomena.