Knowledge can be thought of as discreet piles. Over time, you take grains from the hourglass of time dedicated to witnessing/observing and distribute them onto your various knowledge piles. The piles grow and spill into each other in happy collisions of cross-referencing. It’s nice to feel the swelling of your pile, esp. if it’s a small pile. I recently made my Boston pile larger.
I learned it’s home to an impressive redesign project known as the Columbia Point housing complex re-design, garnering awards for its urban revitalization. I learned it’s got a new, cool looking place for good art:
The good art included but was not limited to:
Rachel Perry Welty
Karaoke Wrong Number,
2001-2004
running time: 7 minutes
Robin Rhodes’ photos of sequential chalk drawings.
I also learned that Boston’s Beacon Hill area is home to a patch of concrete that looks like Africa:
I’m not sure what the other country is, encroaching from the south. Wanna call it Blobonia?