Thursday, February 25, 2010

Cramps Mean Machine Shop



PHILADELPHIA PA-- Only one building remains of the once world-famous Cramps Shipyard, and it’s about to be torn down. The Cramps Shipyard Building is a square-shouldered former machine shop that stands with its back to Interstate 95 at the corner of North Delaware Avenue and Dyott Street. Decades of neglect have not effaced the building’s industrial beauty. Banks of many-paned, double-height windows suggests a soaring space within. In May 2006, the owners floated a plan to convert the structure into condominiums. PennDOT’s plans to reconfigure the Girard Avenue interchange of I-95 call for the building’s demolition. Work on the project is to begin in 2009. PennDOT officials say that while the building is deemed to be a “contributing resource” to the Fishtown Historic District, saving it would require the highway expansion to go west into neighborhoods rather than east towards the river.

Shipyard founder WILLIAM CRAMP (b.1807 - d.1879); he was born to give ya fever.

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This is not advertising, and I am not personally recommending this merchant, as I know nothing about him or her or them. However, I thought this was interesting and unusual, so I figured you might like to have a look. I suppose it would be just as easy to make one yourself. It could be something like a Masonic seal. If you meet anybody who knows exactly what this refers to, you know you are among your own kind. A poseur or infidel might know about Lux and Ivy, and possibly even Bryan. But Pam? That's where you separate the men from the boys. (Likewise women/girls, of course.) We are the Cramped. If you can't dig us, you can't dig nothin'.

--chuck

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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

I know about art, but I don't know what I like

Today I wanted to present some seminal works by one of the great visual artists of all time. However, all I have handy is a bunch of shit I did myself. Oh well, what the hell...

--Chuck