Ok, so now it's dropped 25 degrees in a couple hours. Gotta love this place. As the old cliché goes, "If you don't like the weather in Chicago, wait fifteen minutes, it will change."
So two things today.
I accompanied my spouse to his individual therapy session and helped the therapist figure what she should do with him, right in front of him. I am NOT kidding.
I told her I wanted to help but it felt really odd discussing him as if he weren't in the room. This is what I meant about the level of quality one may encounter when seeking professional assistance.
There was basic getting-to-know-the-client steps that she by-passed and went straight to me for the scoop on. Heh. I'm not going to do her job for her or his therapy for him, but I gave her plenty of info that she would have worked to have found out otherwise.
On the plus side, he is working with a "movement therapist" and he likes her. She mixes an Asian philosophy/holistic healing/clinical psychology approach and it sounds good to me. He says he's just going to stay with her (and the shrink for meds, of course.) It's kinda weird that the first one recommended he call the second one. Maybe she felt over her head, right off. I dunno. He says he wants to work on his personal stuff and then in time, we can hopefully work together as a couple with him having new "tools" in hand.
The Crown Fountain by Jaume Plensa
The other major event of my day was getting to the charity store and finding about 30 boxes of books stacked higher than I am tall, for me to sort through.
They were from a dead guy's basement, and boy, what story they told. Apparently he self-published a book about Greek culture, because there was 200 copies of the same book, sealed up in eight boxes. The rest of the books were all about the origin and growth of various cultures and races from around the world. The mind-blowing thing was that he took a #3 pencil to many of the books and defaced them by heavily underlining, circling & making comments and and arrows....on almost every page. The upside is out of the 500 or so books, about half so far are unlined--guessing he didn't read 'em (or they took away his pencils. Ooh, bad me). I found the book I'm currently listening to on CD--heavily marked but readable, so that was neat (he had the Al Franken "Rush Limbaugh..." book written prior to "Liars," too). I'll keep those but (hopefully) I have a bunch of books to post. I am totally wiped out right now, though. It'll have to wait until tomorrow.
'Nite All,
--Cyn
P.S. We (spouse, younger son, & I) watched Monty Python And The Holy Grail tonight. It was a good time. :D
Opening weekend, Crown Fountain, Chicago.
Designed by Spanish sculptor Jaume Plensa, the Crown Fountain features two 50-foot high glass block towers at each end of a shallow reflecting pool. The towers are activated with changing video images and lights, and water cascades from the top of each.
Anchoring the southwest corner of Millennium Park at Michigan Avenue and Monroe Streets, the Crown Fountain is a major addition to the city’s world-renowned public art collection. Inspired by the people of Chicago whose faces appear on the glass towers’ changing video images, this site-specific work creates both a unique meeting point and a dynamic space for silent reflection. Utilizing water, light, and glass, Plensa has created a bold statement that is sure to stimulate passers-by and invite them to enter and experience Millennium Park.
The fountain is a gift of the Crown and Goodman families of Chicago.
"I’m very proud obviously to do a piece in Chicago, because historically the city is a point of reference in architecture and public space," says Plensa. "There’s a tremendous possibility in this project to finally talk about the soul of the piece. I always believe that people give that soul by breathing life into the architecture. Real life. We are filming 1,000 faces for a large mosaic. One face appears for about 13 minutes on the screen. It’s a silent and quiet place, with only the sound of water. Then I did two long benches where people could just sit and relax.
"I have always maintained that sculpture has more to do with time than with such secondary problems as scale or space. Time being the sediment of experiences within a general memory where our recollections also fit. The finished work begins its own cycle, and just like another memory it becomes linked to the vaster memory, in which no chronology makes sense. Time is the substance of my work."
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