However, you can also see where my road-trip vs "bored are-we-there-yet kid in the back seat" metaphor comes about. That is, reading my posts may very well be like that proverbial several-hour self-indulgent drudge to Niagara via back roads and sprawl vs. the quick one-hour QEW jaunt.
But, back to the matter of "urban beholding" and my argument that we needn't be martyr to ooh! aah! starchitecture! t/w that end: to return to the matter of NYC,
I recently found myself oddly touched by this piece. Perhaps the tone's more "ingenuous" than one normally expects from architectural (or architectural-historical) writing; but it's heartfelt, and surprisingly non-hostile t/w a type of architecture that all too often invites casual hostility--even whatever "pitfalls" here are treated in an affectionately humanized "god bless this mess" way. Now, this is by no means a major architectural pilgrimage spot in NYC--even the fabled AIA Guide brushed it off as a "concrete beehive" in earlier editions; the current edition makes no mention of it whatsoever. Yet, upon reading this (and, for that matter, *remembering* said building from earlier visits, given that it was close to my place of accomodation--and I have to say: especially in the evening, it's a hypnotic thing to behold, and yet oddly earthy and "lived-in" all the same), I have to say: the truly richest, most flexibly cosmopolitan way to take in NYC's urbanity is the ability to appreciate, or the allowance for appreciating, preexisting stuff like this. Or, urbanity *everywhere*. Including Toronto. Including these darned EclipseWhitewearean white elephants in Mirvish/Gehry's way.
Buildup gets his Stendhal sensation from Mirvish/Gehry; I can get mine from the "lesser" stuff of RNA House, knowing darned well that RNA is part of a denser, more diverse urban DNA.
And maybe that can answer E.B.'s asinine "what grade are you in" comment.