he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect

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It seems like there aren't too many small amusement parks anymore, so if I ask if you remember the Fun House it may not be the common reference it once was. First, to an adult Fun Houses were probably more of a way to produce a form of motion sickness and disorientation more then a feeling of fun, but most kids, their world not completely defined yet in terms of what constituted the norm usually got a kick out of them. The floors would move, mirrors would rotate and distort and elongate the viewer, sometimes strange life size dolls would appear out of nowhere. It turns out that an environment that constantly changes may give you a psychological lift. Not completely disorienting as the old Fun Houses, but by way of uneven floors, lots of mixed colors, and oddly placed light switches designers Shusaku Arakawa and Madeline Gins think that these constant challenges or irritations are the real life fun house key to a longer life. The Discomforts of Home

Arakawa and Gins designed a building of nine apartments known as Reversible Destiny Lofts. Painted in eye-catching blue, pink, red, yellow and other bright colors, the building resembles the indoor playgrounds that attract toddlers at fast-food restaurants. Inside, each apartment features a dining room with a grainy, surfaced floor that slopes erratically, a sunken kitchen and a study with a concave floor. Electric switches are located in unexpected places on the walls so you have to feel around for the right one. A glass door to the veranda is so small you have to bend to crawl out. You constantly lose balance and gather yourself up, grab onto a column and occasionally trip and fall. Even worse, there's no closet space; residents will have to find a way to live there, since the apartment offers only a few solutions. "You'll learn to figure it out," says Arakawa. Ten minutes of stumbling around is enough to send even the healthiest young person over the edge. Arakawa says that's precisely the point. "[The apartment] makes you alert and awakens instincts, so you'll live better, longer and even forever," says the artist.

Maybe I'm a neat freak or not, but I cannot go through life without closets. Stuff, though I try to keep STUFF to a minimum, should never be on the floor to trip over. I'm pretty adaptable, I like change, but light switches must be easy to get to. Running into things in the dark, especially things at hip level can really ruin your day.

This is supposed to be straight up news, yet like the perennial attempts ro shoehorn music into nice little categories, sometimes so-called straight news spills over into the bizarre, Enron Chiefs Guilty of Fraud and Conspiracy

Kenneth L. Lay and Jeffrey K. Skilling, the chief executives who guided Enron through its spectacular rise and even more stunning fall, were found guilty today of fraud and conspiracy. They are among the most prominent corporate leaders to emerge from a wave of scandals that marked the get-rich-quick excesses and management failures of the 1990's.


Mr. Lay later said, "I firmly believe I'm innocent of the charges against me."

In televised remarks, he said, "We believe that God in fact is in control and indeed he does work all things for good for those who love the Lord."

For a company that once seemed so complex that almost no one could understand how it actually made its money, the cases ended up being simpler than most people envisioned. Mr. Lay, 64, and Mr. Skilling, 52, were found guilty of lying – to investors, employees and government regulators – in an effort to disguise the crumbling fortunes of their energy empire.

The 12 jurors and three alternates, who all agreed to talk to about 100 reporters at a news conference following the verdict, said they were persuaded – by the volume of evidence the government presented and Mr. Skilling and Mr. Lay's own appearances on the stand – that the men had perpetuated a far-reaching fraud by lying to investors and employees about Enron's performance.

A truly repugnant little man who would use anything or anyone rather then admit responsibility.

While the White House has repeatedly described former Enron chairman Kenneth Lay as simply a "supporter" of George W. Bush, extensive correspondence between the two men paints a far cozier picture of their relationship, according to copies of letters obtained this afternoon (2/15) by The Smoking Gun.

Well I yield to Mark Kleiman and Matthew Yglesias on the small-c violation of separation of powers regarding the seizure of Jefferson's papers, here and here.
I have such a low tolerance for play for pay by any politician, from city registrar to federal big shots that perhaps I was too quick to be happy with the results without looking hard enough at the implications of the process. Bush has certainly pushed things up a notch. Which only reinforces my belief that conservatives have suddenly gone digging for their copy of the constitution purely for reasons of self interests and self protection from the ever widening web of Abramoff and company.

I am wondering if a blogger named California Conservative, or rather the California Coward and Liar, along with the usual cast of suspicious characters from Pajama and Hotair Cowards and Liars will be issuing an apology to Rep. John Murtha (D) , Military Expected to Report Marines Killed Iraqi Civilians

A military investigation into the deaths of two dozen Iraqis last November is expected to find that a small number of marines in western Iraq carried out extensive, unprovoked killings of civilians, Congressional, military and Pentagon officials said Thursday.

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. He was lying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his head a little he could see his dome-like brown belly divided into stiff arched segments on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his eyes.

What has happened to me? he thought. It was no dream. His room, a regular human bedroom, only rather too small, lay quiet between the four familiar walls.

from The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka