FLG: I think we need to lop about two feet off the top of the roof.
Mrs. FLG: Sigh. Why this time? We're still not building an elevated remote controlled airplane runway on our roof.
FLG: No, nothing silly like that.
Mrs. FLG: Silly how then?
FLG: Not silly at all in fact. The proportions of our house are completely off. There's no sacred geometry. I think that's what's causing my insomnia.
Mrs. FLG: Drinking two red bulls back to back before going to bed is why you can't sleep, not geometry.
FLG: I dunno. I think we we could shorten the height such that the width divided by the height approximated the golden ratio, then I'd sleep better.
Mrs. FLG: We're not cutting part of the roof off. Just stop drinking the damn red bulls.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
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Another possibility is moving to the Cathedral at Chartres. If I remember my Gothic architecture course from college, the nave is laid out in golden ratio dimensions.
The Red Bulls of Palladio would be an excellent title for a novel.
She's right, you're wrong. dave.s.
Robbo:
Unfortunately, that's not a particularly reasonable solution. Although, I will keep it in mind.
Withy:
It's a damn good title. I might have to do a book review of that book.
dave.s.:
Traitor. They're always right and we're always wrong. Where's the solidarity?
Reasonable?
Okay, p'raps my suggestion is a bit far-fetched, given the present housing market.
However, if you want the Here and the Now my friend, may I suggest (as a fellah who has survived 16 years of marital bliss) that you forget yer sensibilities, grab your Stihl and get to it?
And if you need back-up for your auto-de-chain, I'd be happy to help. Indeed, I'd be prepared to swear that termites have a curious habit of chewing their way through supporting beams at exactly the same height.
Honest!
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