I don't know if this office even has a routine to get into... my curator just left at 1, another didn't come in... I want to get going already, but without being told what to do, I guess I need to keep hunting for some loose ends for John Hanhardt.
On a side note, a little rant. When did
flushing go out of style? I first became aware of what I have since learned is a national (at least as it pertains to me) epidemic on my hall. For whatever reason, the girls in my hall (my bathroom mates) were inclined to subscribe to the philosophy, "if it's yellow, let it mellow." Me, not so much. I find it unsanitary and just on principle alone, when I encounter the bowl in that condition, I flush
before and
after I go. Well, I wrote that off to non-showering, enviro-conscious hippies and sort of excused it in the context of Middlebury.
This problem however, is not confined to Addison County. I went to the bathroom at my Aunt's office at the beginning of the week at the New York Times. In the bathroom there is a detailed note explaining that this is a public place and it's unsanitary not to flush. The note continued to say that the building and the pipes were old and just to double check that the flush was, in fact, effective. (This is one of those times that effort is useless unless it produces the desired result). Okay, maybe it's the old pipes that caused the problem at the Times. Third time is the vindicating factor I needed to prove this is a wide-spread cultural fault. My bathroom at the Guggenheim also has a similar note. People in the art field are generally wasteful on every account. Indulgent people with expensive shoes and busy social calendars. You would think generally ediquitte would instruct people to flush. And since people here will pay $3 for bottled evian at Dean and Deluca and not even recycle the bottle, they aren't too conscious about saving money, nevermind the planet. Let me know if this is a problem other places too, or if it only plagues me.
Just to finish the thought on bathroom memos, I went to the bathroom in Old Chapel, the admistrative building at Midd that houses the offices of the President, Provost, Treasurer of the College and other equally important suits in the white male Midd aristocracy. On the floor I happenned to be on, they had a single, co-ed, handicapped accessible washroom. Above the toliet there was a note that read, and I quote, "
Men, whatever your business here, please have a seat." I am dying to meet the secretary who had the guts to instruct people like President McCardell and Ron Liebowitz to pop a squat.
posted by lmjasinski at 12:46 PM
