From the Notebook

  • “Innate Savage Goodness” (1893) by W.W. Goodrich

    Agostino Iacuri. Housewarming (2013). Reynoldstown, Atlanta.
    Agostino Iacuri. Housewarming (2013). Reynoldstown, Atlanta.1

    The Background

    The following article was published in The Atlanta Journal in 1893, and written by W.W. Goodrich, an architect who practiced in Atlanta between 1889 and 1895.

    Here, Goodrich provides what absolutely no one asked for: his critique of an article called “Mutual Aid Among Savages” by Peter Kropotkin, a 19th-century Russian anarchist philosopher.

    Per usual, Goodrich couldn’t even be bothered to spell the man’s name right, repeatedly referring to him as Kraptokine. And no, he wasn’t being clever here: crap didn’t appear in the American vernacular until after World War I.2

    As Goodrich recounts in disbelief, Kropotkin had the audacity to suggest that “the savage races are equal if not superior to civilized peoples in innate goodness and common honesty.” Not that Goodrich knew anything of honesty.

    His tutting, condescending lectures are too tedious to counter at this point, but I must call attention to one obvious hypocrisy: “Everybody does not live with his head in a moral fog like the average Russian nihilist,” Goodrich loftily proclaims.

    So says the man arrested for check fraud and larceny in multiple states. Was his head not in a moral fog when he pretended to be insane in a Los Angeles jail?

    No doubt to prove how cultured he was, Goodrich had to rattle off a list of every tribal group imaginable, using terms that are mostly outdated and offensive today, and nearly all misspelled—no surprise.

    It’s also not surprising that Goodrich, who constantly mythologized Native Americans while calling for their genocide, again repeats his “Good Indian, dead Indian” sentiments here. Oh, and he also refers to women as “the weaker sex,” just for good measure.

    There’s truly nothing redeemable about this man.


    Innate Savage Goodness

    Comparisons of Civilization and Barbarians.

    A French Review’s Interesting Article.

    The Customs and Habits of the Different Races.

    In China Many of the Girl Children and Old and Infirm Men and Women Are Killed.

    Written for The Journal.

    Kraptokine has recently written an article for a French review with the object–not avowed, of course–of proving that the savage races are equal if not superior to civilized peoples in innate goodness and common honesty. His process of reasoning is to throw into relief the commendable qualities he finds even among the most debased tribes, like those of Australia, China and New Guinea, and efface or excuse their cruelty, their cannibalism and the inhuman practice so common in savage life of infanticide or the killing of relatives when they become too old and infirm to be longer useful. The Russian nihilist and philosopher is far from accepting the American theory so tersely expressed in the phrase, “Good Indian, dead Indian,” and if called upon to give his opinion would doubtless prove, at least to his own satisfaction, that the culture found in a Sioux or Apache community is far superior to that of which Boston is the presumed center. Though it cannot be fairly claimed that the opinions of a man who believes that the assassination of one or any number of individuals is justifiable as a political means are above suspicion, it may be interesting, from the standpoint of scholarship or ethnology to hear what he has to say on the subject.

    He begins with the bushmen, whom Lubbock describes as “the filthiest of animals,” but who have been found by Burchell and Moffat to be faithful to their promises, tenacious in returning a service rendered, and so attached to their offspring that when one of the children of the tribe is carried off the mother follows it into a state of slavery, leaving, of course, her other babes to be brought up (this detail is not added) the best way they can by the father.

    It is, perhaps, not perfectly logical to rely too strongly on the maternal instinct as a test of innate goodness, since man shares this quality with the lowest animals. It would not be difficult to find in works of natural history instances where a wild beast has in the same manner followed her young to bondage or certain death. Among the Hottentots and among the Fueggians, who live in the greatest degradation, it is the custom when any person is in the possession of a full meal to invite all persons to partake of it. Testimony is wanting to conclusively prove the universality of this custom, but even if it were as general as alleged it would simply show that this community of food is an absolute necessity, the supply of nourishment being intermittent, he who has enough for the day being able to be starving a few days later, and consequently dependent on those to whom he is at the moment seemingly generous.

    The practice at its best is a form of mutual assurance, and indicates rather a prudent foresight than innate goodness. The integrity and chastity of the Hottentots are commended by Kolben, an English writer, who says of them that they are the best and most amiable people on the face of the globe. Kraptokine adds that similar compliments are paid to the Otsiaks, Samoyedes, Esquimaux, Dyaks, Aleuts, Pajuans, and other tribes among the lowest in the social scale, not exceeding the Sioux, and the natives of Northeast Siberia, who resemble the Esquimaux. The enumeration will suggest some curious ideas to an American–that is to an American of the southern states–though the philanthropists of Boston and Philadelphia may see nothing abnormal in model like these held up for their imitation.

    Kraptokine lingers lovingly on the gentle qualities displayed by the native of Australia, China and New Guinea, in whom few travelers have hitherto found much to commend.

    He says of the Australians: “They are very indifferent regarding their food. They devour bodies horribly putrified and have recourse to cannibalism in time of famine. The sentiment of friendship is very strong among them. The weak are generally protected and the sick are cared for. They take care of the weak and sick, not abandoning them and never killing them. They are cannibals, but rarely eat members of their own tribe, unless it be the bodies of those that have been sacrificed. They prefer the flesh of foreigners.” There are here some delicate distinctions, the writer seeming to convey the idea that this abstinence from the flesh of friends and relatives is a noble trait. It is further to be noted that the weak are not always protected, while it is left to inference that the old are sometimes let to the tender mercies of wild beasts.

    Our philosopher reposes his faith in the savages of New Guinea on the testimony of one Bink, who says “that the Papuaus are gay and sociable and laugh a great deal.” Mr. Bink might have completed his phrase by adding “as do generally the inhabitants of the tropics.” He, however, goes on to say that they take care of the sick and old, never abandoning them and in no case killing them, unless it is sometimes a slave that has been sick a long time. Prisoners of war are sometimes devoured.

    Children are kindly treated and much loved. Old and feeble captives are put to death, the others are sold into slavery.

    They have no religion, no divinity, nor any supreme authority. They eagerly seek vengeance and pursue their enemies to the death.” But, who would have thought it “when they are well treated, they are very good,” which justifies their being held up to as models.

    After having visited the tropics Kraptokine turns his attention towards the poles, where he finds the Esquimaux a most gentle and lovable people, and the Aleuts, who are in many respects altogether remarkable. As the first, their characteristics are too well known to Americans to require discussion in this place. Though the Aleuts are nearer, we have not, it appears, perfectly learned to appreciate them. Our author who has drawn this information from the works of Russian missionaries describes them as of rare endurance of hardship, privations and severity of climate.

    Their code of morals is varied and severe. The perfect Aleut considers it shameful to fear inevitable death, to implore pardon of a rival, to die without having killed an enemy. He never caresses his wife no dances in the presence of other persons. He is a pattern of neatness, bathing himself every morning in the icy sea, and afterwards incoestly exposing himself on the verge in the costume of our first parents. In time of famine he gives his last decayed fish to his offspring, and feeds himself with its lingering order.

    The men do not communicate state secrets to their wives, the weaker sex seeming to share the garrulous foibles of a higher civilization. The children partake of the virtues of their elders, never fighting with one another with their fists but insulting one another’s mothers by saying that the boy’s mother doesn’t know how to sew, the Aleut woman being a very trivial being if she lacks this accomplishment.

    The circuitous way in which these facts are divulged to the people of the Atlantic coast through the medium of a Russian mission, a Russian nihilist and French review will not, it is hoped, detract from their interest or diminish their general utility. Also the Dyacks [sic] of Borneo, recognized by all who have known them as one of the most savage of peoples, though the young man cannot marry until he has brought in the head of an enemy, have most estimable qualities.

    It is not surprising after all this special pleading that Krapotkine should find excuses for infanticide, cannibalism and the killing of the old and useless in the hereditary customs and religious superstitions of savage tribes. But of what use is such a recapitulation? A resume of the noble instincts and the maternal tenderness of domestic animals or of wild beasts would be quite as valuable and prove quite as much. From savages we expect nothing, therefore every virtue they have astonishes. From civilization we expect every thing, and we estimate it by the distance it falls below absolute perfection. The logic in either case is faulty. The possession of the good quality, either in savage or in civilized beings, does not atone for the luck of all the rest. There was never a criminal so hardened or debased that he did not retain a lingering tenderness for his mother.

    The wild Bedouin of the desert receives and entertains with ostentatious hospitality for the night the chance traveler, or even his worst enemy, then waylays and slaughters him in the morning a mile from his tent. The reasoning of Krapotkine would make of this bandit and assassin a noble being, but fortunately, the common sense of humanity estimates differently and by higher standards. Everybody does not live with his head in a moral fog like the average Russian nihilist.

    W.W. GOODRICH3

    References

    1. Agostino iacurci ↩︎
    2. Thomas Crapper and the Word “Crap” – Tired Road Warrior ↩︎
    3. Goodrich, W.W. “Innate Savage Goodness”. The Atlanta Journal, May 6, 1893, p. 4. ↩︎

  • The Overline (2023) – Atlanta

    Morris Adjmi Architects. The Overline (2023). Old Fourth Ward, Atlanta.
    Morris Adjmi Architects. The Overline (2023). Old Fourth Ward, Atlanta.1
    Looking at The Overline from the southwest
    Looking at The Overline from the southwest
    Looking at The Overline from the northwest
    Looking at The Overline from the northwest
    Looking at The Overline (right) and Forth (left) from the northwest
    Looking at The Overline (right) and Forth (left) from the northwest
    Looking at The Overline from the west
    Looking at The Overline from the west
    Looking at The Overline from the southwest
    Looking at The Overline from the southwest
    Windows on The Overline, Atlanta
    Windows on The Overline, Atlanta

    References

    1. Overline Residences | Morris Adjmi Architects ↩︎

  • “Light in the Schools” (1893) by W.W. Goodrich

    W.W. Goodrich. Cornice and capital on Yonah Hall (1893). Brenau University, Gainesville, Georgia.
    W.W. Goodrich. Cornice and capital on Yonah Hall (1893). Brenau University, Gainesville, Georgia.

    The Background

    The following article was published in The Atlanta Journal in 1893, and written by W.W. Goodrich, an architect who practiced in Atlanta between 1889 and 1895.

    If Goodrich ever designed a classroom building during his time in Atlanta, there’s no record of it. His only known project for an educational institution in the Southeast is Yonah Hall, a dormitory and library at the Georgia Female Seminary1 2 3(later Brenau University) in Gainesville, Georgia.

    Goodrich also wasn’t an ophthalmologist, but that didn’t stop him from attempting to diagnose the cause of myopia and astigmatism in Atlanta’s children.

    “Atlanta today is inquiring the cause of its youth wearing glasses,” Goodrich writes. Were they, though?

    “Little boys and girls in our city are seen every day wearing glasses”, he continues. “In the times of our grandparents, children wearing glasses were unknown and unheard of.”

    Citing “European oculists,” here Goodrich attributes vision problems in Atlanta’s students to a lack of northern light in their classrooms.

    He then provides a detailed description of an ideal school building of the early 1890s: built on a ridge, designed with a steel frame and fireproof materials (apparently requiring “no insurance”), with a north light in the classrooms—”and only a north light.”

    I won’t criticize Goodrich’s description too much—it’s more interesting than most of the things he wrote about.

    It’s also true that, at the time, schools were often designed so that their classrooms were primarily exposed to the softer, consistent tones of northern light, but that wasn’t always practicable due to site limitations.

    Note that Goodrich’s plan includes a “dynamo” to “furnish the light for dark days”—electric lighting was available, but was quite dim by modern standards, so architects still had to design schoolrooms to receive as much natural light as possible.

    In the 1880s and early 1890s, Bruce & Morgan of Atlanta were the undisputed leaders of school design in the Southeast, planning so many academic structures that in 1889, they even wrote a book about it: Modern School Buildings, which included full-page illustrations of their projects.4 If a copy of the book still exists, I’m unaware of it.

    Of the dozens of grade schools designed by Bruce & Morgan, only one remains in Union, South Carolina.5 However, most of their landmark college buildings still stand, such as the Main Building at Georgia Tech in Atlanta, Samford Hall at Auburn University in Alabama, and Agnes Scott Hall at Agnes Scott College in Decatur, Georgia.

    Only the buildings at Auburn University and Agnes Scott College are north-facing, but all of the firm’s school designs feature an abundance of oversized windows.

    In 1891, G.L. Norrman addressed the problem of school lighting with his plan for Atlanta’s Edgewood Avenue Grammar School.

    Built on a ridge with a north-facing front, the building was designed so that each of the eight classrooms received sunlight from four sides, and as the Atlanta Journal reported of the plans: “Mr. Norrmann [sic] himself is so much in love with them that he has had them copyrighted.”

    Norrman immediately repeated the Edgewood plan for the Sixteenth Street School in Columbus, Georgia, and both buildings survive.

    In 1896, Norrman’s plan for the Anderson Street School in Savannah, Georgia, was reportedly selected, in large part, because all 12 of its classrooms received southern exposure.6 So much for that theory on northern light.

    The Anderson school plan was so successful that Norrman later duplicated it for both the 38th Street School and Barnard Street School in Savannah—all three buildings still exist.

    In this article, Goodrich praises his fellow Atlanta architects, describing them as “men of rare discernment and practical intelligence” and commending their “beautiful school buildings.”

    Obviously, Goodrich was a bullshitter and ass-kisser, but he was right about one thing: Atlanta’s architects did design some beautiful school buildings.


    Light In The Schools.

    A Suggestion For The Board Of Education.

    The North Light Only Should Be Used.

    Mr. W.W. Goodrich Calls Attention to the Matter.

    What the European Governments are Doing for Protection and the Good Results Obtained.

    Written for The Journal.

    The public is at present more interested in schoolhouse sanitation, and the light in our public school rooms than in any other subject before our practical, everyday people, who have made Atlanta what she is and what she will be “in the glorious future.”

    Atlanta today is inquiring the cause of its youth wearing glasses. Myopic and astigmatic optics are of such frequent occurrence and of such everyday appearance on the streets that people have ceased to wonder at its cause or causes, and accept the fact as a matter of course, and pass the subject by as too frivolous to be thought of, or of too common place a subject to pay any attention to.

    The optic organism is of such a sensitive nature, and its development of such a wonderful use to everyone, that without good eyes anyone thus afflicted is indeed in a sad predicament. And yet, little boys and girls in our city are seen every day wearing glasses. In the times of our grandparents, children wearing glasses were unknown and unheard of.

    The subject being discussed must and should be first thought of your public school board, “yet that august body,” so far as the parents of the school children are aware, have never considered this subject at all. At least if they have, the school-room does not show it, and the astigmatic and myopic optics of many pupils are in contradistinction to good sanitary school measures and good optical schoolroom arrangements.

    “First”–A site for a schoolhouse should be on a ridge, so that the drainage shall fall on all sides.

    “Second,” the site should be a north light, and a north light only; each room should have a north light, and only a north light, and no other light from any other points of the compass, should enter a schoolroom than what comes from a direct line to the north star.

    “European oculists” have convinced their respective governments that to preserve the eyes of the present and future generations, only a north light will be admitted in a school room and in all class rooms whether in public or private room, and the governments of Europe have made laws to that effect. The effect of said laws has been to decrease optical diseases or malformations, to cure many old and chronic cases in children and to increase and restore the mental and physical health of all its youth, and to eradicate occult faults. Truly a wonderful blessing, more so than vaccination for smallpox. It is thus seen, that it is imperative upon the school board, to first consider that subject treated. And not let it go by without any consideration.

    Atlanta has beautiful school buildings, the architects of them are men of rare discernment and practical intelligence, graceful, classic detail, and ornament, that thrill the mind’s eye, and enrapture the soul, and inspire the whole being to do grand and great things for our city, rise uppermost in the pupil and student of both sexes.

    And they have a keener discernment to accomplish great tasks and to improve their minds by their study under the classic roofs and Roman detail and Spartan simplicity than is accomplished under any other order of architecture.

    Structural construction should be a thoroughly ventilated basement built of granite, cased with hollow tile, and plastered with the patent wall coverings inside.

    The superstructure, of pressed brick, terra cotta and marble trimmings, lined with hollow tile, plastered with patent wall coverings on the inside.

    The floor joists and studding of steel filled in with hollow tile, the studding plastered with patent wall covering in a light tint of bluish gray, the ceilings of pearl green.

    The floor covered with asphaltum over the hollow tile; “no wood at all” on the floors.

    The roof of steel, covered with slate. The windows should have plate glass, so that there will be no reflex curves and no distorted concave or convex surfaces.

    The sanitary arrangements should be in an annex and of the most scientific appliances with ventilating shafts. The ventilation should be by a fan and air shafts, a dynamo run by city service easily kept in order, constantly in motion, would change the air in each room in three minutes, and the dynamo could furnish the light for dark days, or for scientific laboratory work.

    The building entire heated by live steam, using direct in a coil in tanks in the basement for each room service, and conveyed upward by fan.

    It will be seen at a glance that our building is “fire proof”–no insurance, no nuisance by defective plumbing, and solid as the future of Atlanta. Her educated and practical architects can blend the requirements of hygiene with that nobles of all professions “American Architecture,” and Atlanta must be as she should be, the center from our which shall go the saying that she sets the face of the world.

    W.W. GOODRICH7

    References

    1. “A Great School for Gainesville.” The Atlanta Constitution, May 25, 1893, p. 3. ↩︎
    2. “An Elegant Building.” The Atlanta Journal, June 22, 1893, p. 1. ↩︎
    3. “Gainesville Gossip.” The Atlanta Constitution, June 23, 1893, p. 3. ↩︎
    4. “From Our Notebook.” The Atlanta Constitution, June 23, 1889, p. 17. ↩︎
    5. “The Graded School Building.” The Weekly Union Times (Union, South Carolina), June 19, 1891, p. 2. ↩︎
    6. “The New School Building.” The Morning News (Savannah, Georgia), February 12, 1896, p. 8. ↩︎
    7. Goodrich, W.W. “Light In The Schools.” The Atlanta Journal, April 17, 1893, p. 3. ↩︎

  • First Union National Bank (1971) – Greensboro, North Carolina

    Leif Valand Associates.First Union National Bank (1971). Greensboro, North Carolina.
    Leif Valand Associates.First Union National Bank (1971). Greensboro, North Carolina.1 2

    References

    1. Wood, Thom. “First Union Bank To Build 10-Story Downtown Office”. The Greensboro Record (Greensboro, North Carolina), December 20, 1968, p. 1. ↩︎
    2. Page, Hugh. “New First Union Building Opens Tomorrow”. The Greensboro Record (Greensboro, North Carolina), February 18, 1971, p. D10. ↩︎

  • All Hail the King

    As the old man sinks onto the toilet, his prolapsed anus pulsing, he thinks to himself: “My God, it feels good to be superior.”

    With thick, labored breaths, he spreads his pale, sweaty thighs, unable to see his shriveled cock and sagging balls for his bulging stomach.

    Grunting and groaning with every flatulent squirt, he tries in vain to push out a turd that’s been compacting in his colon for days, inhaling deeply as he farts because he likes his own smell.

    The tile on his bathroom wall is streaked with shit because he never washes his hands. In a nearby bucket are the cuttings of his pubes, which he trims to make his penis look bigger. It doesn’t fool anyone, though, even when he’s wearing a cock ring.

    He pushes and heaves for what feels like an eternity, but the only evacuation from his body is a flaccid little stream of piss.

    Finally giving up on his labor, he strains to wipe the fresh juice from the folds of his orifice, clumsily smearing it into the coarse hairs of his crack, all matted together with dried fecal crumbs.

    Now red, irritated, and burning, the asshole begins to rage.

    It infuriates him that the world doesn’t recognize how special he is—that he is divinely appointed for a special purpose.

    He believes he’s smarter, stronger, and more talented than anyone else, and he alone is exempt from the laws of the universe. He is elevated, set aside, unique from all the other pissing, shitting creatures around him.

    It’s never been enough for him to keep his exceptional superiority to himself, however—he needs everyone else to recognize it, too. As a god among mortals, he was made to be admired, worshiped, and adored.

    He’s always had an endless supply of sycophants at his disposal: idolatrous, insecure asswipes he can seduce and trap with his magnetic charm. It was easier when he was young and good-looking, but age has given him the ugly mug and impotent cock he deserves.

    His ass-lickers fawn over him, lavish him with praise, and hang on his every word. He feeds off their adulation for sweet life, but when he inevitably grows bored or is struck by fresh fear, he lashes out in self-righteous rage about disloyalty or some other invented slight, then quickly discards them.

    Most of his enablers don’t go away completely—at least not at first. Some he never hears from again, but the weaker ones can usually be wooed back with flattery and empty promises when he needs a fresh supply. They return to him on their knees, groveling, begging forgiveness from their abuser, and the cycle repeats, each time shorter and more miserable than the last.

    Yet even the most loyal lackeys grow weary of sucking him off to keep him happy. His words are worth less than his shit; he has an unquenchable thirst for attention, and his infantile need for domination is exhausting, suffocating, and above all, boring. Everyone drawn into his orbit eventually comes to resent and despise him.

    He is consumed with paranoia and suspicion, and for good reason—those who profess the greatest loyalty to him are the ones who, for their own protection, become the smoothest of liars.

    To have any long-standing relationship with him is to fabricate a persona that exists solely to pacify him: one that is obsequious and compliant. You must become detached, steely, guarded—and a consummate actor. Smile and tell him what he wants to hear, then conspire in whispers behind his back.

    He is a man without love: no matter how good it begins, every relationship degrades into a cold and transactional exchange of power. Those who stick with him the longest are the ones who believe the deepest that they will benefit from his supremacy, too blinded to recognize that it’s a hallucination, a chimera, a mirage. They only know it when he has utterly stripped their souls, leaving them worthless, depleted, and without any of their original identity.

    His string of failed relationships and consistent self-sabotage betray him as an abject failure of a human being. He desperately wants to be seen as intelligent, but anyone who’s been around him for any amount of time knows that he’s a bumbling imbecile: dumb as a post, dull as his dick, and a fool to the core.

    He is, in fact, a pathetic husk of a man—a cipher, a void, a reptilian viper, a succubus from the darkest pit of hell. Look into his eyes: you’ll find there’s nothing in them.

    He is an empty sack of darkness, a black hole of deception, manipulation, cruelty, and depravity. Lacking discipline and self-control, he seeks to wreak vengeance and humiliation on those he deems inferior to himself—and that happens to be everyone. Yet in constant threats and tirades, he reveals himself to be the very thing he fears to be recognized as: pathetic, fragile, and weak.

    Beneath his gaseous cloud of illusion, baby boy knows deep in his bowels that there is nothing special about him at all. He is only one of many such monsters who roam the earth: Celebrities, politicians, pastors, executives, pissant middle managers, hucksters, grifters, and sheisty salesmen. There are a billion others just like him, all preying on those willing to surrender their souls for the illusion of second-hand power.

    This class of dime-store demons should be mocked, derided, and ignored. Instead, they are honored, celebrated, and revered as aspirational figures by a world of suckling infants desperate for god-like caricatures to coddle and protect them while they distract themselves with trinkets and toys.

    The old man has his role to play on earth, like everyone—the soul, after all, doesn’t grow without adversity. But as just one of a legion of adversaries, he is not unique: in time, he, too, will flame out and be forgotten. He is a passing shadow, a fleeting mist, a momentary fart.

    And as he shifts on his throne to rip another one, he suddenly slumps forward and belches his last sulfurous breath.

    All hail the king.

  • UNC Charlotte Center City (2011) – Charlotte, North Carolina

    KieranTimberlake. UNC Charlotte Center City (2011). Charlotte, North Carolina.
    KieranTimberlake. UNC Charlotte Center City (2011). Charlotte, North Carolina. 1
    Looking at UNC Charlotte City Center from the southwest
    Looking at UNC Charlotte Center City from the southwest
    Looking at UNC Charlotte City Center from the east
    Looking at UNC Charlotte Center City from the east

    References

    1. Center City Building | UNC Charlotte Urban Campus ↩︎

  • Midlife Reflections

    Radium Springs. Albany, Georgia.
    Radium Springs. Albany, Georgia.

    You are not special.

    You are not unique.

    You are consequential, but you aren’t important—learn the fucking difference.

    Your beliefs mean nothing.

    Your story is boring.

    Your pain is no worse than anyone else’s.

    Your wounds are no deeper either.

    No one cares how fucked-up your childhood was,

    No one wants to hear your whining,

    No one needs to know your opinion.

    There isn’t anyone coming to rescue you—

    Swim to shore on your own.

    The world doesn’t revolve around you or any of us,

    And humanity is the pinnacle of nothing:

    We are all specks of dust in the universe.

    All cocks look the same after a while,

    All tits eventually sag,

    So pull your head out of your very uninteresting asshole.

    Grow up, get over yourself, and get into the flow of life.

    Do what you were sent here to do,

    Stop surrendering your power to demons,

    And get a little gratitude for the invisible grace that sustains you.

    Share love if the opportunity presents itself,

    But stop searching for it like a pathetic nutjob.

    We’re all avatars riding on the same train;

    So shut up, complete your tasks, and attend to your soul.

    If you have the time or capacity,

    Extend a little support to your neighbors.

    And if that’s too much for you to deal with,

    Then please get the fuck out.

  • High Museum of Art (1983) – Atlanta

    Richard Meier. High Museum of Art (1983). Atlanta. In foreground: Roy Lichtenstein. House III (1997).
    Richard Meier. High Museum of Art (1983). Atlanta.1 In foreground: Roy Lichtenstein. House III (1997).2
    Looking at the High Museum of Art from the east
    Looking at the High Museum of Art from the east
    Looking at the High Museum of Art from the southeast. In foreground: Auguste Rodin. The Shade (1880).
    Looking at the High Museum of Art from the southeast. In foreground: Auguste Rodin. The Shade (1880).3
    Windows and enamel steel panels on the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Windows and enamel steel panels on the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Looking at the High Museum of Art from the southeast
    Looking at the High Museum of Art from the southeast
    Entrance portal to the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Entrance portal to the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Looking up in the atrium of the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Looking up in the atrium of the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Looking up in the atrium of the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Looking up in the atrium of the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Looking up in the atrium of the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Looking up in the atrium of the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Looking out a window in the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Looking out a window in the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Gallery in the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Gallery in the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Gallery in the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Gallery in the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Corridor in the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Corridor in the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Atrium in the High Museum of Art, Atlanta
    Atrium in the High Museum of Art, Atlanta

    References

    1. “A New High”. The Atlanta Journal and Constitution, October 9, 1983, Section M. ↩︎
    2. House IIII – High Museum of Art ↩︎
    3. The Shade – High Museum of Art ↩︎
  • “Hints on Hygiene” (1893) by W.W. Goodrich

    Atlanta Dairies. Reynoldstown, Atlanta.

    The Background

    The following article was published in The Atlanta Journal in 1893, and written by W.W. Goodrich, an architect who practiced in Atlanta between 1889 and 1895.

    Like any self-respecting architect, Goodrich considered himself an expert on, well, just about everything.

    Here, he pontificates on the health and dietary habits of 19th-century Americans in a condescending and frequently offensive diatribe that begins by dismissing vegetarians as “fanatics” while also scolding “the rich” for “the excessive use of meats.”

    Sounding every bit like a shill for the dairy industry, Goodrich spends the bulk of the article extolling the alleged benefits of drinking milk, with a string of dubious assertions unsupported by modern science.

    Everything from fever to liver failure could be cured with a “milk regimen,” Goodrich explains, as practiced by “certain savage or semi-civilized tribes of pastoral habits.”

    Goodrich made these claims at a time when milk production was unregulated in the United States, and dairy manufacturers regularly tainted their products by dumping in everything from calf brains to formaldehyde.

    Tainted milk in the 19th century led to the outbreak of multiple diseases and the poisoning deaths of thousands of Americans—primarily infants. Drink up, baby!

    As Goodrich acknowledges, tuberculosis was frequently transmitted by bacteria found in unboiled milk, a danger well known to the public by the 1890s.

    Here, he advocates for pasteurization, a process that wasn’t widely employed in the United States at the time and wouldn’t be legally required until the early 20th century.

    Goodrich’s stated desire in this writing was “to infuse a little hygienic good sense into the average American” who only needed to “observe the laws of temperance.”

    And as for the people of Atlanta?

    “Nowhere in the world is self-restraint more necessary than in Georgia”, Goodrich explains, claiming that the hot and humid climate of the Southeast both “stimulates the appetite” and “render[s] digestion difficult.”

    Why ask a doctor for health advice when you can consult a third-rate architect?


    Hints on Hygiene

    Some Secrets of Good Health for Every Day Use by Everybody.

    Written for the Journal.

    If people knew how to eat and drink properly or were willing to confine themselves to articles of food suited to their digestion, and would just take the amount of exercise necessary to facilitate the digestion, the lives of the greater part of the human race would be indefinitely prolonged.

    There would have to be excepted from this sweeping assertion certain diseases – like those of throat and lungs – that cannot always be avoided, but which nevertheless in many cases can be limited in their ravages by prudence.

    The statement as made is a truism, and has been known to sensible persons since dawn of civilization and the origin of gormands and epicures. Some old Persian writer placed the whole secret of health in the ability to leave off eating before the appetite was entirely satisfied, and the wise men of Greece and Rome never ceased to preach similar truths, both by precept and example. These things they had learned, not from works on hygiene, which did not abound in ancient times, nor from family physicians, who were far from being plentiful as they are now but from simple observation.

    The apostles of a vegetable diet have usually been fanatics, but there has always been a grain of truth in their doctrines, for it is true that the greater part of diseases are caused, especially among the rich, by the excessive use of meats.

    It is only a few years since the nourishing qualities of milk and its hygienic value began to be properly appreciated. Everyone was aware that the young of the human race and of the lower animals using it as their only diet flourished and grew strong alike in bone and muscle.

    It appeared to be easily digested and seemed to contain all the elements that the body seemed to need, at least in the early stages of its growth. Adults – at least those in civilized countries – despised it and would have considered themselves doomed to an early death had they found themselves confined to a milk regimen. The same opinion, has, fortunately, not prevailed among certain savage or semi-civilized tribes of pastoral habits, who have maintained a healthy existence from time immemorial on milk and its products.

    Medical science, aided by chemistry, has for some years past been working a gradual change in these ancient prejudices.

    The chemists have discovered that milk contains all the elements necessary to make blood, bone and muscle. It adapts itself to the most difficult digestion.

    A man can live and enjoy perfect health on milk and its products alone, or his system find in it everything needful – fatty matter, caseine, albumen, and especially phosphate of lime for building up his bony framework. Doctors prescribe it for patient suffering from low fevers.

    If a person finds himself suffering from torpididty of the liver, or a tendency to indigestion let him drink milk freely, say two or three quarts a day, and abstain from meat, and he will almost invariably find himself cured speedily.

    It may be said of certain diseases of the liver and kidneys and of the dyspepsia that they have invariably been brought on by ignorance or disregard of the laws of hygiene, and no one need ever have them unless he is obliged to live in the tropics, or has by chance been so situated that the choice of his diet was beyond his control.

    It has been in all ages of the world been difficult to make any considerable number of human beings observe the laws of temperance in eating and drinking if the means of indulgence were at their disposal.

    It is much more difficult to infuse a little hygienic good sense into the average American of today than into the luxurious Roman in the time of Lucullus, and nowhere in the world is self-restraint more necessary than in Georgia, where the climate constantly stimulates the appetite, while at the same time certain latent qualities of the atmosphere seem to render digestion difficult.

    While milk in its perfect state is capable of such infinite service to the health, it has at the same time an extraordinary facility in transmitting diseases. A great part of that consumed in large cities is from cows kept in stables and fed often on unwholesome food.

    When tuberculosis diseases become too common among these animals the newspapers ventilate the matter and the health officers show a temporary activity, but the evil continues. It is more trying from the fact that diseased milk is largely used as nourishment for young children.

    If the purity of milk is suspected, however, it only needs to be remembered that the noxious germs it contains may be destroyed by boiling. In England, where milk is rarely boiled, there have been occasional local epidemics caused by the use of milk from diseased cows.

    In 1870 an epidemic of typhoid fever at Islington was propagated in this manner. Epidemics of croup and scarlatina have also in England been attributed to the same cause. The nutritive and hygienic qualities of milk and its tendency to transmit disease have for the last ten years been frequent subjects for discussion at the sessions of the Paris Academy of Medicine. The matter is sufficiently practical and important to attract the attention a little oftener of medical associations in America.

    W.W. Goodrich1

    References

    1. Goodrich, W.W. “Hints on Hygiene.” The Atlanta Journal, April 29, 1893, p. 1. ↩︎
  • Washington Square Arch (1892) – New York

    Stanford White of McKim, Mead & White. Washington Square Arch (1892). Greenwich Village, New York
    Stanford White of McKim, Mead & White. Washington Square Arch (1892). Greenwich Village, New York.1

    There’s been talk down in D.C. of building a big, tacky triumphal arch, but that’s just the narcissistic pipe dream of a doddering demon.

    Besides, the United States already has a very fine triumphal arch—right in the heart of New York City.

    Location of the Washington Square Arch

    The Washington Square Arch in Greenwich Village isn’t as iconic as, say, the Statue of Liberty, but I consider it a better work of art, modeled after the old triumphal arches of the Romans.

    Initially designed in 1889 by Stanford White of McKim, Mead & White, a cheap wood version of the arch was first built a block north on Fifth Avenue,2 planned as a temporary structure to celebrate the 100th anniversary of George Washington‘s inauguration.3

    The original arch proved so popular, however, that a group of prominent men formed a committee to build a permanent monument,4 with the first stone laid on December 22, 1890.5 6

    Looking at Washington Square Arch from the south
    Looking at Washington Square Arch from the south

    Standing seventy feet tall and constructed of marble, the Washington Square Arch that exists today was (mostly) completed on April 6, 1892.7 8

    White himself helped ceremoniously place the last three stones, including the centerpiece inscription,9 featuring words from Washington’s inaugural address:

    “Let us raise a standard to which the wise and honest can repair. The event is in the hand of God.”

    The quality of presidential speechwriting has really taken a nosedive, hasn’t it?

    Inscription on the south facade of the Washington Square Arch, New York
    Inscription, cornice and frieze on the south facade of the Washington Square Arch, New York

    Even for all of New York’s wealth, it was a challenge to raise money for the project, which was funded entirely by private donations. The largest contribution came from Paderewski,10 a popular pianist of the 1890s—well, he wasn’t so popular with G.L. Norrman.

    By the time the last stone was laid, the project’s backers were still $5000 short of the monument’s initial $128,000 cost.11 Just for some perspective: Norrman’s five-story Windsor Hotel in Americus, Georgia, finished a month later, cost an estimated $150,000.

    Coffered soffit of the Washington Square Arch, New York
    Coffered soffit of the Washington Square Arch, New York

    I say the Washington Square Arch was mostly completed by 1892, because it was really finished in stages over 26 years:

    • The keystone eagles on both sides of the arch, designed by Philip Martiny,12 and the trophy panels on the south facade, designed by Frederick A. MacMonnies, were installed in late 1892.13
    • Four spandrel sculptures designed by MacMonnies were set in February 1895.14
    • The first sculpted figure of George Washington, designed by Hermon A. MacNeil,15 was installed in May 1916,16 and the second, designed by A. Stirling Calder,17 18 was placed in February 1918.19

    Good things take time.

    A. Stirling Calder. George Washington as President (1918). North facade of the Washington Square Arch, New York.
    A. Stirling Calder. George Washington as President (1918). North facade of the Washington Square Arch, New York.

    Gallery

    Cornice and frieze on the Washington Square Arch, New York
    Cornice and frieze on the Washington Square Arch, New York
    Philip Martiny. Keystone eagle on the Washington Square Arch, New York.
    Philip Martiny. Keystone eagle on the Washington Square Arch, New York.
    Frieze ornamentation on the Washington Square Arch, New York
    Frieze ornamentation on the Washington Square Arch, New York
    Date inscription on the Washington Square Arch, New York
    Date inscription on the Washington Square Arch, New York
    Frederick A. MacMonnies. Spandrel panel on the Washington Square Arch, New York.
    Frederick A. MacMonnies. Spandrel panel on the Washington Square Arch, New York.
    Frederick A. MacMonnies. Spandrel panel on the Washington Square Arch, New York.
    Frederick A. MacMonnies. Spandrel panel on the Washington Square Arch, New York.
    Frederick A. MacMonnies. Trophy panel on the south facade of the Washington Square Arch, New York
    Frederick A. MacMonnies. Trophy panel on the south facade of the Washington Square Arch, New York
    Inscription, cornice and frieze on the north facade of the Washington Square Arch, New York
    Inscription, cornice and frieze on the north facade of the Washington Square Arch, New York
    Frederick A. MacMonnies. Spandrel panel on the Washington Square Arch, New York.
    Frederick A. MacMonnies. Trophy panel on the Washington Square Arch, New York.
    Hermon A. MacNeil. George Washington as Commander-in-Chief (1916). North facade of the Washington Square Arch, New York.
    Hermon A. MacNeil. George Washington as Commander-in-Chief (1916). North facade of the Washington Square Arch, New York.
    Frederick A. MacMonnies. Trophy panel on the north facade of the Washington Square Arch, New York.
    Frederick A. MacMonnies. Trophy panel on the north facade of the Washington Square Arch, New York.
    Washington Square Arch at night
    Washington Square Arch at night

    Elevation and Section20

    Elevation and section drawing of the Washington Square Arch, New York
    Elevation and section drawing of the Washington Square Arch, New York

    References

    1. “The Last Stone Is Laid.” The World (New York), April 6, 1892, p. 10. ↩︎
    2. “The Washington Arch.” The Evening Post (New York), April 5, 1892, p. 11. ↩︎
    3. “A Noble Gift to the City.” New-York Tribune, April 30, 1895, p. 11. ↩︎
    4. Ibid. ↩︎
    5. “The Washington Arch Completed.” New-York Daily Tribune, April 6, 1892, p. 4. ↩︎
    6. “Washington Arch Completed.” The Sun (New York), April 6, 1892, p. 7. ↩︎
    7. “The Last Stone Is Laid.” The World (New York), April 6, 1892, p. 10. ↩︎
    8. “The Washington Arch Completed.” New-York Daily Tribune, April 6, 1892, p. 4. ↩︎
    9. Ibid. ↩︎
    10. “Washington Arch Anniversary.” New-York Daily Tribune, April 30, 1892, p. 12. ↩︎
    11. “The Washington Arch Completed.” New-York Daily Tribune, April 6, 1892, p. 4. ↩︎
    12. “A Noble Gift to the City.” New-York Tribune, April 30, 1895, p. 11. ↩︎
    13. Ibid. ↩︎
    14. “The Washington Arch Completed.” New-York Daily Tribune, February 13, 1895, p. 12. ↩︎
    15. “Washington Arch To Get Its Statues”. New-York Tribune, March 23, 1914, p. 7. ↩︎
    16. “Washington’s Statue for Arch Pedestal”. New York American, February 22, 1918, p. 6. ↩︎
    17. “Washington Arch To Get Its Statues”. New-York Tribune, March 23, 1914, p. 7. ↩︎
    18. “Washington’s Statue for Arch Pedestal”. New York American, February 22, 1918, p. 6. ↩︎
    19. Ibid. ↩︎
    20. A Monograph of the Work of McKim Mead & White, 1879-1915. New York: The Architectural Book Publishing Company, 1915. ↩︎