Sunday, July 28, 2013

Fe-Fi-Fo-What-The-Fu...

As it stands, "Ord Court" is a funny name for a street. It really is. Say it and see for yourself. Supplementing the funny name is the high frequency of mid-20th Century San Francisco edifices replete with unctuous facade colors, odd exterior treatments, and just general dingbattiness.

And then there's house number 38, home of The World's Tallest Door.


Over and over my mind turns: who would require such a mythically, illogically proportioned entryway to gain access to this shake-sided brown poop-cube? Is it a tree? Or the tallest, thinnest man ever? Or is this simply the realization of a tasteless, if not somewhat humorous architect's dream? 

The answer is the last of these. Closer inspection of course revealed that there is no 20-foot door, just a normal-sized door set flush with a similar set of paneling above the lintel. 

And this is why I give thanks every morning that the prime of my life was not spent in the 1960s and 1970s witnessing horribly silly structures like this getting built.

   

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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dingbatologist,

I am a little perplexed by your tone. You clearly haven't missed the humor in this harmless, idiosyncratic little building, but your words are very mean-spirited today.

James Black

The Dingbatologist said...

Perhaps, but I call them as I see them.