#Burnham & Root

[t-rina]

when your crush makes a move and your sister can't help teasing you <3

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Le Rookery Building situé à Chicago, dans l'Illinois. Achevé par les architectes Daniel Burnham et John Wellborn Root de Burnham and Root en 1888. - source Myra Clergé.

[kodachrome-net]

The Rookery, October 2016

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Rookery Building, Adams Street entrance, Chicago

Photo by Roger Jones, 2021

[standupcomedyhistorian]

Good morning, everyone!

It is Bo Burnham's 33rd birthday today! 🥳

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BO! You've got seven more years to go per your last birthday song haha 😉

It is also my last day in my intensive therapy program. I feel SO much lighter and happier than when I started. I never thought it was possible! 🥰

I just wanted to again thank everyone who's supported me through the HARDEST month of my entire life.

The combination of being suicidal and then my ex asking for divorce on July 26th—one day after I was admitted to the psych ward���felt like the world was collapsing around me.

But I found the strength to open up during group sessions (EVERYONE at the hospital knew I love Bo's stuff haha), and some very special people there gave me the courage to go on living. Thank you, Alexia, for playing Bo's music in the gym and Donte for giving me a soft fleece blanket (the sheets were SO itchy) so I could finally sleep again.

Special shout-out to my sister. Jill has been there for me since we were kids (she's 4 years younger than me), and we've weathered the same shit from our awful parents and both have complex trauma because of it. I'm more sensitive than her in general and internalize things, but she sent me two videos that changed my whole perspective.

The first was Brent Charleton and his chart of the Ego States. This helped me reconfigure how my thinking was constantly making things worse in life. I'm basically a teenager learning to be an adult in my mind, and that is OKAY. I am learning to heal my wounded inner child, and she is thankful for the emotional support when she had none from her narcissistic mother and enabling father growing up.

The second was Tim Fletcher's series on shame. This is incredibly hard to watch (I recommend taking as many breaks as you need), but I promise you it gets SO much better when you let go of shame. All shame does is make us feel miserable...it is SO not worth it to live that way!

I know this all sounds like nonsense to most of you, but I was ready to kill myself because the intrusive thoughts had become unbearable. If you're at that state too, please watch one of these videos—I PROMISE it can get better 🌈

What made me realize my self-worth was watching my interview with Quentin Stuckey about my website. I could hardly believe that I could APPEAR that personable and happy when I was secretly dying inside.

Thank you so much, Quentin, for giving me the opportunity to be on your podcast, and I hope the weather gets better in Europe soon! 💗

And, last but not least, I have a brand-new interview with one of the most creative and inspirational Bo content creators I've had the pleasure of talking to: Dylan Case.

Please make it a priority to watch his 38-minute parody of Inside here—he is an absolute GEM and I will support his comedy career in any way I can! 🙌🏼

Thanks, everyone. I didn't think I would still be here on July 25th, but I'm glad I stayed. ✌🏼🐔

[rabbitcruiser]

Doors, Gates and Windows (No. 73)

Rookery Building, Chicago

Field Building, Chicago

Chicago Athletic Association

Warsaw, IN (two pics)

Van Wert, OH

PPG Place, Pittsburgh

The Duquesne Incline, Pittsburgh

Gettysburg, PA (two pics)

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The Rookery Building, Chicago, IL. Burnham and Root, completed in 1888

[nullcoast]

The world is fucking disgusting

[eastsideofthemoon]

It's odd to me when people state that Michael being connected to Spock in a familial way limits her character. I find it odd because we literally see in Discovery that her origin doesn't begin on Vulcan with the S'chn T'gai family.

It began with her biological parents, Mike Burnham Sr and Dr. Gabrielle Burnham - 2 scientists who cracked the code on time travel and formed a loving family. As a matter of fact, the earliest depiction of Michael is in the short trek, The Girl Who Made the Stars. A story where Mike Burnham Sr is telling Michael a story, a very Afrofutuistic story. (DSC did it before SNW).

She was with them until she was 10, which is plenty of time for their influence on her to take root and be remembered by her. As proof of that, Michael follows in her father's footsteps in becoming a xenoanthropologist and studied Quantum Physics, which was the science Dr. Burnham studied. This was stated by Burnham in season 1.

In season 2, Dr. Burnham plays a major role in the overarching story, as well as the development of Michael herself. In seasons 3 and 4, we get more of Michael and Dr. Burnham's relationship. IMO, this was the relationship that was missing in S5.

My point is that Michael Burnham's existence and story began before and goes far past Spock, Vulcan, and the S'chn T'gai family. Yes, they play a significant part in her story, but they aren't all there is to her story. The people who do the most belly-aching about it intentionally ignore all other aspects of her story, but will turn around and say Discovery didn't tell you anything about her. That's a lie.

Let me say it this way. They choose to hyperfocus on her relationship/retcon with Spock to avoid engaging with any other aspect of her story.

[sexiest-objects-tournament]

hey guys, and welcome to watchmojo dot com. today we're counting down the top 5 sexiest objects. because as the great bo burnham once said, a really good book is better than pussy.

starting us off at number 5, we have decay and detritus. there are fewer things more erotic than becoming one with something. after i die, i hope to be one with the earth, to be churned by the fungus and fed to the flora and fauna. i hope my open carcass becomes a glorious feast, that my ashes find their root far and wide. i hope my bones are picked clean, my skull turned to diamond in the womb of the earth.

next up at number 4 is weaponry. erotic swordfights. cleaning and sharpening your blades. glistening daggers hidden in a bodice. perfect aim with a bow and arrows. ornately carved hilts and pommels of gemstone.

for number 3 we have the deep ocean. victorian diving suits, erotica in anonymity. coral reefs, countless organisms in structured colonies giving homes to countless fish. underwater volcanoes, churning up food and heat. whale falls, the corpse of a god feeding hundreds. the particulates of underwater snow, shimmering in the gaze of a submarine. a shipwreck, the gutted hull becoming home to creatures who'd never seen its purpose on the surface.

number 2 is the moon. the collective wife of every lesbian. she split off from the earth long ago, and has remained close ever since. she plays an important part in our lives, from our oceans' tides to shielding us from solar radiation and asteroids. the cultures of the world have been fascinated with her for millennia,. writing stories about her travel and her phases. we've been loving her for as long as time can show.

and our number one sexiest object is a tie between computers and gore. we'll highlight each of them.\

computers. the screens we spend perhaps hours of our day in front of. from the carefully crafted code to the thousands of pixels to the purr when she takes on a heavy file, a computer has it all. not to mention the expanded possibilities of a sapient computer. a machine that has learned to love.

and gore. cannibalism, loving someone so much you need to consume them. vivisections, needing to see the inner workings of their body, hold their heart in your hand and watch it beat for you. or something lighter. vampirism, the intimacy of drinking their blood. wound care, stopping the blood with a hand on their chest, feeling their pulse to make sure they're stable, wrapping the bandages around them in sweet silence.

and the two of them together? wires exposed, viscera woven alongside. blood and electricity becoming one in the same. a heart pulsing at the core of a machine, laid bare for your eyes only.

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Did a post earlier on "why right-wingers always say the big banks and big corporations are communist" trying it to James Burnham's theory of "managerialism" but someone mentioned the Dreyfus affair which was a previous event in the "Why everything I don't like is communism" that's hard to link to "managerialism" and I sort of blew it off.

But there is something there, an idea only loosely connected to managerialism. One of the things you can also use to get this reaction is the fear of the instrumentalization of justice. For the Dreyfus affair, it was the idea that the jews and the liberals were scheming and manipulating the system to get Dreyfus off that really drove them nuts.

Justice can be perverted through straight bribery of course, you can see that accusation really attract attention whenever they can get something going. This accusation dates back to when just "liberalism" more a more radical dangerous idea and what it meant is that some jumped-up possibly jewish townspeople might use their money to subvert the natural just order.

it can also be subverted through "politics." Dreyfus of course i mentioned as an original example involving both but I should point out that this is why the Epstein case got so much interest, while Epstein is different in that it seems he was in fact guilty it's the same visceral rage that justice is being perverted. Race in general can really hit this, "affirmative action" and police being too lenient on minorities because of "political correctness." And of course the corrupt justice system is right now being instrumentalized against perfect innocent Donald Trump.

Some liberals and leftists will question whether this is such as thing as "justice," some do not, they will just argue that their ideas are "justice". But for your conservatives and reactionaries, it's more solid, there is a "justice" and some creeps are perverting it. They will not care much if the liberals and leftists are questioning justice or merely proposing a different form, it's evil and it must be stopped.

Now this does relates to redistribution, and to actual "communism." There is after all a just distribution of resources and social position and redistributing it is cheating. Foreigners are cheating so we have to put tariffs on their goods. But then maybe from the view of another conservative the tariff itself is cheating, just because people think there is a single standard of justice doesn't mean they agree on what it is or what it means. But they can say the issue is "communism" and this can link everything together in a single enemy.

Managerialism is related to this concept because it's rationalistic, it's about creating rules based on a rational basis to achieve a goal rather than pure "justice," this is anathema. Classic reactionary idea that the political order cannot be based on rational ideas, because then they can be questioned, ambiguity created.

Perversion of justice though is always a popular theme for the "populist" right, it's what really gets mass anger going so they try to hit it as often as they can. And here we can see a link to the roots of authoritarianism. If good people who follow the rules are being screwed, someone must be cheating. They aren't being caught, so they are manipulating the justice system. Gotta root out the traitors, purge the "Deep State".

[jetwhenitsmidnight]

Sargassa by Sophie Burnham

Release date: 8 October 2024

Genre: adult speculative fiction

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Synopsis

In a world where Rome never fell, an unlikely group of protagonists are ready to burn down the empire in the first of this new speculative trilogy.

Selah Kleios is twenty-two years old and suddenly one of the most important women in the empires. The role of Imperial Historian is her birthright, something she’s been preparing for since birth--but she was supposed to have more time to learn the role from her father, the previous Historian. In the wake of her father’s sudden and shocking assassination, Selah finds herself custodian of more than just the Imperial Archives. There’s also the question of the two puzzling classified items her father left in her care—an ancient atlas filled with landscapes that don’t exist, and a carved piece of stone that seems to do nothing at all.

Soon, though, it becomes clear that the Iveroa Stone is more than just a slab of rock. With the reappearance of an old lost love who’s been blackmailed into stealing it for an unknown entity, Selah finds herself in a race to uncover the mysteries the Stone holds. But she isn’t the only one with an interest in it—she’ll have to contend with the deputy chief of police, an undercover spy, and her own beloved half brother along the way. What begins as an act of atonement and devotion ultimately pulls her into the crosshairs of deep state conspiracy, the stirrings of an underground independence movement, and questions that threaten to shake the foundational legitimacy of Roma Sargassa’s past, present, and future.

Content warnings

Death, murder, violence

Sexual assault, sexual harassment, mentions of rape

Slavery

Classism

Misogyny, patriarchy

Unintentional misgendering

Enbyphobia, slight homophobia

Review

Thank you to NetGalley for an ARC!

Not gonna lie, the beginning is pretty rough. The first 20% introduces brand new PoV chapters one after the other, with each PoV character being in a different place doing different things, plus time jumps, which made it hard to understand who's who and what's going on. I seriously considered DNFing, but I am so glad I decided to push through.

Once all the main characters have been established, the book kicks into gear. The plot is fast-paced and engaging, the story beats are on point and the build-up leading to the reveal at the end was so well-executed, I couldn't put it down. Speaking of the big reveal, looking back, there are elements that make so much more sense in hindsight, which shows how the author really thought everything through.

One part that was kind of lackluster for me was the characters. There isn't anything wrong with them, and objectively, the character work is great! But I just couldn't connect with any of them. The romance sub-plots are also kind of meh. I didn't dislike them, but I also didn't root for them.

At its heart, though, this book is about classism and injustice. The author does an excellent job of tackling these themes with the portrayal how the caste system works, as well as how the system is built to discriminate against the lower class while protecting the upper class. I find this especially timely, with everything going on in the world right now. This book is brimming with visceral rage, from rage against the system of oppression, to rage against personal injustices.

Besides the rough beginning, this book is fantastic, with a brilliant plot and well-developed world-building and themes. I cannot wait to read the sequel!

[lovebvni]

Hey sorry to bother you, and be warned this is a LONG ask, but you seem like a cool person and i want your help with a weird experience I just had.

today I was looking at photos of liminal spaces and weirdcore stuff because it's my current obsession, and I decided it would be fun to walk around in these places. So I laid down and meditated and did some Wim Hof breathing, and then I visualized myself walking around in a weirdcore-ish house. I really vividly remember everything, like the cracks in the walls and the really dirty floor. I was like "holy shit this is amazing I'm doing weirdcore in real life". I walked around some more, and I was just touching everything and using all of my senses, like I could hear the TV static and I could smell musty carpet and so on. But then, something really weird happened.

I heard a noise like a little kid crying, so I went over and found a little boy with a messed-up face hiding in a closet. He was clearly very upset, and I was confused. He told me his name was Keith and his parents abandoned him in this house, and I guess he was left behind and he died? Anyways so I helped him, and he showed me his toys and stuff, and he had a basket of beanie babies, except now they were all moldy. He showed me where his body was too. I'm not going to get into the details, but it was horrifying.

Then we went outside, and there were trees everywhere. Keith told me that now that I had found him, he was at peace, and then he said goodbye and disappeared into a glowing blur in the sky.

At that point i suddenly sat up, and I was back in my bedroom. Does anyone know what happened?? I'm overwhelmed rn and honestly kind of scared. I don't think I shifted, and I was definitely awake. Please give me some advice, I need someone to explain what the f just happened to me.

okay, first of all, wow.. i’m very shocked by this. i haven’t heard anything like this before and honestly my intuition isn’t clarifying if this was a dream or a shift — but the specific detail about his face being messed up makes me feel like it was some sort of lucid dream.

augh!! i wish i was able to help more and as for sure, but let’s interpret it both ways.

first of all, if it was a dream, this is something that is connecting to her you personally. keith could represent your inner child, or something or someone in your mind who you have been struggling with.

if your past was hard, if you feel abandoned by your parents, then the inner child thing would make the most sense. him showing you thinks that are old and moldy… and even his body… i feel like that represents the inability to let go of the past. molding usually means you don’t get to the root of the issue, and a dead body being left… well it wasn’t cleaned up and buried properly. it wasn’t a grave, it was (what seems to be) a murder sight.

but also the fact he was inside.. it reminds me of inside by bo burnham. “well well, look who’s inside again / went out to look for a reason to hide again / well well buddy you find out / so come out with your hands up we got you surrounded.”

it feels like he realized it was finally time to confront everything, so he brought you — someone he could trust or lean on— through his life to try and explain it. he was scared, but he needed it.

he wanted a friend, and you’re that friend for him. when saying one is "at peace" it usually means they have come to terms with their sadness or anger, they can let go fo it, it is no longer a burdnen or something that holds them back. it is simply something that happened in the past.

i also got the idea that this could have been somes sort of vision. so.. do with that what you will. with this being you shifting, that possiblty, it could say you are some sort of spiritual guide for someone. the previous interpretations apply. i hope this helps you, and if you have any other like... info? like even if its graphic, i would love to hear it so we can try to figure it out!

love u anon!

[angela-thefandomgirl]

Title: Night

Rating: Up to Mature

Categories: M/F

Fandom: Star Trek : Discovery

Relationships: Michael Burnham/Rayner

Characters: Commander Rayner, Captain Michael Burnham, rest of the crew inevitibly

Additional Tags: Kellerun Genocide, PTSD, Romance, Character study, Death, Grief

Notes: Whilst I fully support the canonical pairing of Michael/Book for the TV show in fan fiction I genuinely think that there is a goldmine with Michael/Rayner. I have issues with that pairing though. Books actions in season four would have left me feeling betrayed, angry, and lacking trust in the man. That would not be conducive to me for a healthy, sustainable relationship. I mean how do you get past the actions that almost created a war? Which is why I do support the Michael/Rayner pairing. It is why I, to write my fics I am creating a slightly divergent AU where the original pairing can stand on its own and separate, whilst still enjoying the exploration of a pairing that should have been explored. tagging in 2 of the people I know will appreciate reading @clearwerewolfsong @tinderbox210

Night

Prologue

Some nights were harder others, those were the nights that the screams of the dead were louder than the thoughts of the living. Those were the nights when the thoughts of the battlefield, and the battle arenas and the deaths of compatriots, kinsmen and women, of lovers and family and the things the Breen had managed to put a gun to their head to force them to do, to their planet, to each other, screamed so loud, and demanded to be paid attention. Growing up happened in the blink of an eye, childhood ceased, death became normal and living was an anathema.

He'd walked the hallowed and the accursed halls of Breen battle arenas, smelled the blood of his species seeping into any porous surface, and held he body of his wife of six days as she lay in his arms bleeding. She'd survived her battle long enough to be thrown back into the cells they had kept them all in. If she survived it would have been the next step to the next battle. She hadn't. The injuries were too much, the blood loss too significant. They had been but children themselves, but they had carved out something for themselves.

He had caressed her cheek and held her face in his hand as her head had gently lolled to the side, the energy had been too much to expend just to hold up her head. He gently pulled it back to face him, tears unshed in his eyes, tears falling silently from hers. No words could be spoken for what was there to say, they had known it wouldn't be long, but in the minds of the young, love demands to be screamed from the mountains, and can never be denied. So they had taken what they could for how long they could take it for, and this was the early, bitter end.

Blood spilt on a dirt floor of the planets premier battle arena, the smell of old blood, vomit and excrement poisoned thier sense of smell, the dark an oppressive force that surrounded them, cloaked them in a privacy, and stole their final moments to see each other properly. An ignominious end to be sure. Her final declaration of love was mouthed, her blood had spluttered out of her mouth as she coughed one last time, the air she needed making the blood filling her lungs bubble, and then her eyes had gently closed, her final moments hearing her lover and husband declare his love for her.

The guards had come for her body the next morning, he’d taken two of the Breen with his own hands before they had put him down. It had earned him an audience with Tahal that day. She had looked at him like a piece of meet, the feeling had made his skin crawl. He'd spat at her feet expecting to meet his wife shortly thereafter, but she had laughed instead, had called him her favourite, that he was almost a Breen in his ferocity. He had hated her in that moment and all the ones thereafter. His rage had become ice cold in that moment. He had felt it grow and take root in the heart that had once house the love for his wife.

Where once his ferocity had come from a single minded drive for survival, now it came from a desire for death, his own and theirs, a never ending bloodshed that would only end in his heart failing him, as his wife’s had. And then they had left. And Starfleet had come. When all had been said and done, and the tallies counted Kellerun was down 65% of it's population, the forests that once was, was no more. Its beauty razed and stripped for whatever the Breen wanted, habitable homes had been decimated, and there was Starfleet stepping in, helping. He saw his chance there, knew that joining up, enlisting as an officer would help him take the battle to the Breen someday. One day he would have his chance at Tahal.

The day he put on the cadets uniform, he had compartmentalised his feelings, built walls so high that he thought they would be forever impenetrable, and then there was a her, and a ship, and a crew that were as unrelenting in their belief in connection as he was in his desire to one day kill Tahal, and slowly those walls that he had built, those compartments has begun disappearing and suddenly nights like tonight, where he was sat in his bed, sweat pouring, anger racing in his veins and a grief so visceral that pain seemed a paltry word for how he felt.

It was nights like this, that he would seek her out, knew that of the 300 or more souls on the ship she would understand. she'd lost so much that they were parallels in a universe of individuals and chaos. He'd read her file, read her chequered history. He had seen the decision that had lead to the mutiny, had understood that she had greater information, that her Captain had made a different choice. He had agreed with Michael. He had understood her thought process, had known he would enjoy working with her, even on that first mission and now he was her subordinate, she worked slowly on tearing down the walls. And she was the only one who would understand nights like this.

@clearwerewolfsong @tinderbox210

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Pleasant Home, Oak Park IL

Pleasant Home (Farson-Mills House), 1897, 217 Home Avenue, Oak Park, IL 60302

Pleasant Home

George W. Maher designed this 30-room mansion for millionaire banker John W. Farson of Oak Park. Farson purchased the lot at the corner of Pleasant St. and Home Ave. in 1892 for $20,000, the largest price ever paid for a residential lot in Oak Park. Over the following years he acquired land to the south and west for a large garden.

Herbert S. Mills, the second owner of Pleasant Home, made his fortune in the amusement business. The Mills family sold the house in 1939 to the Park District of Oak Park, the grounds being designated as Mills Park in their honor.

The home today is operated as a historic house museum, an events venue, and serves as the headquarters for The Pleasant Home Foundation.

The house is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

Illustration of Pleasant Home from The Inland Architect and News Record

Considered one of the earliest examples of prairie school architecture, Pleasant Home is often viewed as the finest surviving example of Maher's residential work. The house was completed three years after Frank Lloyd Wright's Winslow House in River Forest, an early expression of Wright's emerging design principles, later to be known as the prairie style.

The Prairie School developed in sympathy with the ideals and design aesthetics of the Arts and Crafts movement of 19th century England by John Ruskin, William Morris, and others. It is also seen as a successor to the Chicago School of architecture associated with architects William Le Baron Jenney, H.H. Richardson, Daniel H. Burnham, John Wellborn Root, Dankmar Adler, and Louis Sullivan.

The Prairie School attempted to develop an indigenous North American style of architecture, without the design elements and aesthetic vocabulary of earlier styles of European-influenced architecture such as the Queen Anne and Gothic Revival styles. 

The smooth surfaces of Roman brick, the low-pitched, hipped roof and the broad entrance porch of the Parson House are characteristic features of Maher's work that link him to the early modern designs of his Prairie School contemporaries. In the Parson House Maher also introduced his personal design philosophy, which he called motif rhythm theory, to unify the decorative details of the house and its furnishings. The house retains its historic integrity in terms of materials, design and setting. Virtually all of the original decoration specified by George Maher is preserved and the lavish decorative treatment is everywhere apparent on the interior.

Kathleen Cummings, National Historic Landmark Nomination, 1996

Detail of front porch support column

Stained glass entrance and flanking windows

Entrance hall fireplace beneath Pleasant Home panel

Detail of lion head carving, repeated throughout the house, on entrance hall built-in bench

Carved screen in entry hall in front of the music room on the mezzanine

Stained glass entrance window

Reception room

Living room or sitting room

Dining room ceiling fixture

Dining room

Dining room corner, leading to summer dining room

Domed light fixture in the library

Library

Original Maher-designed dining table and chairs, now displayed on the second floor

The stunning original wall colors are seen in the above two photos of second-floor bedrooms

Vintage views of Pleasant Home, from the Ryerson and Burnham Libraries, Art Institute of Chicago:

Left: George W. Maher and John W. Farson in the garden of Pleasant Home

Right: Entrance hall

Left: dining room Right: sitting room

The Ryerson and Burnham Libraries, Art Institute of Chicago, house a copy of the 1902 publication "Farson, John, Residence; Farson-Mills Pleasant Home." The publication contains many views of the house, exterior and interior.

Collection Call Number FF Special NA7239.M34 A65 1902.

Access the digitized copy at this link: