I stayed across the street recently for a few days and enjoyed watching them assemble it in what, with the fog making it disappear into the sky, had a nice sort of Tower of Babble vibe.
It also appears shockingly—or beautifully, depending—narrow. My math says about half the sq footage per floor compared to the Columbia Center, which is admittedly a bit of a beast.
A "relic" is an object, custom, or belief that has survived from an earlier time but is now outmoded.
Meanwhile, The Space Needle welcomes 1.3 million guests per year. (More than every single arts organization in Seattle, combined). Also looking skyward, SpaceX, Blue Origin, Virgin Galactic and Stratolaunch are firing on all rockets, with space exploration a significant facet of our region.
Face it Mudede, you're the relic of the past: A revolutionary spirit swamped by middle age. A copy desk pushed to the margins of the metropolis. Joylessly generating 'glass-half-empty' screeds for a forlorn journalistic rag left soliciting porn, pot and pints.
How do skylines have “narratives?” At their heart, all the big buildings are built by rich white guys, this is no different.
I stayed across the street recently for a few days and enjoyed watching them assemble it in what, with the fog making it disappear into the sky, had a nice sort of Tower of Babble vibe.
It also appears shockingly—or beautifully, depending—narrow. My math says about half the sq footage per floor compared to the Columbia Center, which is admittedly a bit of a beast.
What word salad is this? It reeks of Mudedes’ usual disdain but ultimately lacks any actual substance or flavor.
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Mopey Mudede
A "relic" is an object, custom, or belief that has survived from an earlier time but is now outmoded.
Meanwhile, The Space Needle welcomes 1.3 million guests per year. (More than every single arts organization in Seattle, combined). Also looking skyward, SpaceX, Blue Origin, Virgin Galactic and Stratolaunch are firing on all rockets, with space exploration a significant facet of our region.
Face it Mudede, you're the relic of the past: A revolutionary spirit swamped by middle age. A copy desk pushed to the margins of the metropolis. Joylessly generating 'glass-half-empty' screeds for a forlorn journalistic rag left soliciting porn, pot and pints.
I don't know what strain of herb this guy is smoking, but I want some.