Tachikawa is weird. Besides being one of the biggest gambling 'hoods in Tokyo, it's also the municipal government hub for ALL the 'burbs in west Tokyo. So there's this one neighborhood in north Tachikawa that has endless reams of these identical giant, Stalinist, concrete beuraucratic cubes – you go there and imagine that the city was dedigned by 60-foot-tall people. You expect to see godzillas tromping past you in giant 3-piece suits carrying forms in triplicate.
Without further ado, I present to you THE TACHIKAWA GAME:
can you match the cyclopean ferroconcrete cube to its function?
For each building, pick a function from this list:
TWO: CITY HALL
THREE: SCIENCE INSTITUTE
FOUR: PROJECT HOUSING
SIX: POLICE ACADEMY
Give yourself one point for each right answer. Or don't, whatever, we're all grown-ups now.
As much as I hate "French Philosophers", even I have to admit that maybe Mikey Fokoot (sp?) was onto something with his book DISCIPLINE AND PUNISH. Not that I'd ever actually read the book. But apparently he argues that the massive influx of country people to the cities during the industrial revolution . . .this massive influx required The Man to quickly invent ways of housing and, more importantly, managing the new urban poor. And that the housing/management situation was devised using the same interchangeable-cogs-in-the-machine mentality of the Industrial Revolution machines themselves. Oh snap! In a nutshell, Faux-coot said that prisons, schools, army barracks, and factories all resemble each other.
So in Tachikawa, you can grow up in the projects, then go to court, and then get thrown in jail, all with maximum efficiency – without ever leaving one square kilometer! And the jail is nicer looking than city hall!!!
the "science institute" is home to . ..
1) JAPANESE LIT
2) POLAR RESEARCH
3) STATISTICAL MATHEMATICS.
I wonder if it's like the prison, where the polar researchers can't walk around the yard alone or they'll get jumped and shanked by the literature majors?
And the staticians have their one table in the mess hall, and sit glaring at the polar reserachers' table menacingly, brandishing their protractors. And lord help the new guy if he gets off the elevator on the wrong floor.