To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (31137 ) 7/7/1999 4:19:00 PM From: Gauguin Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
(Uh-oh. Cubic-size post.) Damn scientists! Can't you do it in REAL measurements? That's a cube about 2000 feet per side? (Thanks for the help, btw.) Yah; sinking in water was my base too, and subsequent reduction to 2 cf per human. Volume of irregular.....volumes is hard to picture. Everybody covers 100 sq miles.............. It's not humans what are the problem, it's human's stuff. BIG STUFF. MOSTLY, CAR STUFF. G'damnit. I think women are more dense than men. Duh!!! If we built the Human Kyube, would the heat incinerate the ones in the middle? (Is the center of a cube the "center"?) Only 2000 feet on a side.... Jeez. I think, I hate to admit this, "Well, that wouldn't be that hard to get rid of." Someone, Christo maybe, should build a Human Cube somewhere. I think of L.A., for some reason. (Or Kyoto.) Then I could bomb and strafe it. How much cloth would it take? What kind should we use? "The Nylon Human Cube" "The Velvet Human Cube" "The Chintzy Human Cube" "The Muslin Cube" (I hope the Muslims get it's Muslin , or they may do the bombing and strafing themselves. Those guys! ) "The Kansas Canvas Human Cube" Well! There you go! We found a Sponsor and Location! What the hell else has Kansas got? Oh, I know about The Salina Human Saliva Sphere, but the scale and surface was just unexciting. How about, in Centerville Kansas ~ ~ The Human Cube Hotel. Twenty stories high, and twenty wide. And twenty wide. The Kansas Human Canvass Cube The Kansas Human Canvass Canvas Cube The Kansas Human Canvass Canvas Cube Hotel I don't think this is much larger than the new hotels in Vegas. (Well, except the IDEA, which is of course waaaay bigger.) I don't have to tell you, this Hotel would be interesting!!! Each two CUBIC FEET would be different. Hmmm. Think of the points of interest.... Well, I guess you have no reason to, so I'll have to. And I have to go get my coffee; but I assure you, I'll be thinking while I'm gone. About something. If each person was an marble marvel, we could have Italian marble marbles pouring into a pool. Or brains of sand, draining into an hourglass. Flat feet. Ten Billion Eyeballs Theatre. People could climb to the top of the heap, in an elevator. EVERY visitor, could write their name on the wall, to be preserved indefinitely. Shoe bronzing shops. Strategic Markers. "This little cube represents the Presidents." I suppose, for the really curious, "You're up to you neck in today's crap." Still, I would like to keep the HC's focus positive. You know? Exciting and inspiring; over phenomenally, phrightfully depressing. Non-Borgish. Celebrating the whole gamut of who-mans. Making everyone comfortable. With their brethren. A certain Human Euphoria. A Scaling of Possibilities. And, of course, A Universe of Profits, for Me Me Me. I think I will be famous by the time I am done with the Presentation at the Topeka Chamber. I'll rent a bus and chauffeur everyone out to The Site, Open Bar, and start The Layout. With layout theodolites and sacks of lime, studied gesticulation and distance-grasping viewage, I will set the emblossomed Nike Olympic Runners off around the perimeter. Haring decorated Balloons, called Billioons, will be tethered at 2000 feet at the corners, with The Governor and Muhammed Ali in The Baskets. Patronage, ya know? Well put some kind of monuments at the corners and plane base center. (Then the rest is just connect the visual dots.) Night lasers, honkin powerful ones, will rise infinitely into space at the corners. The ground will be specially plowed by the Topeka Tractor Team. I imagine, The Marble Box, Courtesy Corning Glass Works Corning, will be there. A dollar buys a marble chuck in the box. More morbid visitors may pluck one out. (Do you get to take it home? I don't know. Maybe toss it in The Formers Box.) A multimillion dollar raffle will offer the chance to create the first Cube Baby On Site, in the Tomorrow Tent. So; Who's with me? Who wantsta Be A Founder ? Huh? Huh? My bags are packed! (Dash?)