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Wang. |
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and, i shit you not, my great-grandfather was the architect of the wang theater |
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1925 - The Metropolitan Theatre Opened in 1925, "The Met," as it was called, was developed by Max Shoolman and designed by Clarence Blackall, a leading American theater architect. Blackall also designed 12 other major Boston theaters, among them the Emerson Colonial Theatre and Wilbur Theatre, as well as the Copley Plaza Hotel. At that time, The Metropolitan was hailed as a magnificent movie "cathedral," reminiscent of the splendor of a Louis XIV palace and was considered historically the most important Boston landmark of "the Roaring Twenties." Rivaled by few other theaters in the world, its glittering crystal chandeliers and imposing columns and doorways of imported marble formed an elegant setting for thousands of patrons who came to be entertained by motion pictures, big bands and vaudeville. clarence, there's the chap. his wife was named emma and we named our yellow lab emma because that seemed an appropriate yellow lab name and one day we're out for a dogwok, whole family actually, and some other boy yellow lab peels off from his party and joins us; follows us home. then it's kind of like: uhhh, hmm, this is not our dog, now what? and some phone calls i brought it up with my mum actually, a month or two back, forget what made me think of it, but she immediately provided some additional context: oh, yeah, when we finally got the dog's owner on the phone he still seemed pretty drunk anyways, since we had this dog for two or three hours, and we had wife emma, we obviously began to call him clarence. |
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to me it is the wang centre. the wang theatre. but my ancestor who designed it knew of no such wang; to him it was the metropolitan theatre. but my age, it goes full wang just as i'm born. throughout most of my life, it is wang. but then the great wave starting in the 00's, every local landmark being bought out for naming rights -- citibank wank! -- no, wait! boch car dealerships! so, again, to me, it is the wang centre. 1925 - The Metropolitan Theatre 1962 - The Music Hall 1980s - Wang Family Gift Funds Restoration 1990s - Wang Center for the Performing Arts 2006 - Citi Performing Arts Center 2016 - The Boch Center |
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getting hardcore lost into dog stories now, sorry i was ten or twelve or something and because we're too young to be left home alone mum drags us along to see her friend -- jeez, i remember the name, because it was something like PAT SAJAK but not the game show host, a woman that drove a black range rover and owned a yellow lab named sassy, cool fucking dog, i'd throw a frisbee and that dog would jump with such amazing talent. just like, wow, that was some complicated acrobatics and how about this. and this. and the dog is just nailing it. then it's too hard and she crashes to the ground awkwardly and i feel horrible anyways, much better dog story -- we are visiting PAT and walking SASSY and similar to previous story, a dog simply joins us. it is a samoyed, they are medium-large dogs with incredible white floof everywhere. my sister, like ten or eleven at the time, had just learned how to braid hair. so, this samoyed followed us home to PAT'S HOUSE, and my sister promptly began braiding the dog's fur, braids everywhere, all sorts of directions. then the samoyed wandered off, he hadn't gone far, clearly knew his way home, to this day it gives me giggles thinking how the owners reacted when their dog came home with all sorts of braids in his fur |
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chris cunningham clearly has some sort of obsession with moving physical form, and then you get into stuff like matthew barney's drawing resistance. ten years before i saw any of that, though, i'm twelve years old, or something, and throwing a frisbee for this unusually brilliantly acrobatic dog, liberating like watching a talented free-runner, and it was quite moving and how can i move like that too |
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i should be more descriptive. i'm eight or ten or twelve or something, i've thrown frisbees for dogs before, but this dog is a freaking champion goalie. reliable precision. trying all sorts of things, trying to fake her out. i overdo a slow-thro and she simply sits still as it falls completely obviously too short. but then i'm like: ok, this is cool, let's go. so i start, you know, throwing much more playful pitches. up here! no over there! and the dog is like... if it were a human, it would be... i dunno... like doing a kickflip and a twist and grabbing a football as you're toroising.... or, best i can find on |
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Whut? |
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wang wang wang wang |
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ding-dong! |
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