For years, the Pritzker PrizeÂ has been the gold-standard in architectural recognition. Itâ€™s like the Super Bowl ring, or the Oscar for Best Picture, or whatever Joey Chestnut wins for downing 60-some hot dogs at Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest. (Itâ€™s gotta be a sash, right? Itâ€™s probably a sash.) This is the hallowed ground where the Pritzker lives. But it could soon be trumped in a big way. In a big enough way that even knighthoodÂ can’t quiteÂ compare. Hear that, Sir Norman Foster?
Pop-Up Forgiveness.Â With Spain in the midst of an austerity plan, the NY TimesÂ reportedÂ that Madrid and the Catholic Church have spent $72 million for festivities centered around the visit of Pope Benedict XVI, which has drawn criticism from many in the city. Among the improvements lavished upon Madrid are 200 pop-up confessional booths in Retiro Park. Perhaps city leaders doling out funds will be among those in line at the booths.
Reminder! Tomorrow, Wednesday August 17th, the International Center of PhotographyÂ will hold a panel discussion in conjunction with the exhibitionÂ Hiroshima: Ground Zero 1945. The discussion will feature authors Erin Barnett, Adam Harrison Levy, and Greg Mitchell who will speak about the exhibition’s compelling photographs of post-bomb Hiroshima along with a discussion of censorship and documentation of the the attack.
Fresh Jobs. Data from a USDA report released last week indicated that farmers markets are on the rise in the United States. The report counted 7,175 markets, a 17 percent increase since last year. States with the largest growth were Colorado, Alaska, and Texas, representing a robust local andÂ regionalÂ food system. Grist and GOODÂ broke down the report.
Where’s the Map? Transportation Nation asks,Â Whereâ€™s the Amtrak map at Penn Station?Â It seems as though travelers are missing out on the opportunity to visually place their train journeys. As journalist Mark Ovenden said,â€œmaps are part of the journey, and we shouldnâ€™t forget that.” You canÂ ask for a paper fold-out version, which pales in comparison as its streaking red lines give little real indication of the train’s path.