holy busted house, batman
I was driving down Montrose with Donkey, Dee, Kamikaze, and Greasy last night when Donk pointed out this:
I promptly turned the car around, and we got out to take a closer look. It's an art installation named "Inversion" by Dan Havel and Dean Ruck. Apparently they ripped all the siding off two adjacent houses and built a tapering tunnel through them. Looking through the gaping hole at night, it really seems as if you could warp yourself into another universe by crawling through it.
It reminded me of a conversation we'd had earlier in the evening. Kamikaze was telling us about some guy at MIT who is hosting a Time Traveler's Convention. His reasoning is that you only need to have one for all of time, since as a Time Traveler you couldn't possibly miss it. They guy printed up notices of the convention on materials built to withstand the passage of time, so that the message would make it far enough into the future. He's informed police to expect a rocking party.
We marveled at the brilliance of such a plan. Donkey expressed interest in attending, to which I responded, "Yeah! It'd be really fun to show up pretending to be from the future. Like throw a smoke bomb into the middle of the floor and appear all naked and gooey and disoriented."
"Um, I that case, I don't want to go anymore," he said.
[edit: doh, it's already taken place. none showed up.]
I promptly turned the car around, and we got out to take a closer look. It's an art installation named "Inversion" by Dan Havel and Dean Ruck. Apparently they ripped all the siding off two adjacent houses and built a tapering tunnel through them. Looking through the gaping hole at night, it really seems as if you could warp yourself into another universe by crawling through it.
It reminded me of a conversation we'd had earlier in the evening. Kamikaze was telling us about some guy at MIT who is hosting a Time Traveler's Convention. His reasoning is that you only need to have one for all of time, since as a Time Traveler you couldn't possibly miss it. They guy printed up notices of the convention on materials built to withstand the passage of time, so that the message would make it far enough into the future. He's informed police to expect a rocking party.
We marveled at the brilliance of such a plan. Donkey expressed interest in attending, to which I responded, "Yeah! It'd be really fun to show up pretending to be from the future. Like throw a smoke bomb into the middle of the floor and appear all naked and gooey and disoriented."
"Um, I that case, I don't want to go anymore," he said.
[edit: doh, it's already taken place. none showed up.]