6.02.2021

Helmut Jahn, 1940 - 2021


I wanted to post something to commemorate the unhappy occasion of Helmut Jahn's catching the last train out. He died while riding his bicycle in Campton Hills, Illinois, having failed to stop at an intersection and struck by traffic.
Eighty-one years old, R.I.P.

I won't attempt to give you his biography, but here are a couple of tidbits I liked from some of the obits I read:

"After obtaining his undergraduate architecture degree at in Munich, Jahn moved to Chicago to study under modernist maestro Ludwig Mies van der Rohe at the Illinois Institute of Technology. He left without graduating, after refusing to follow the tutors’ briefs."



"Fond of Versace suits and fedora hats, Jahn drove Porsche Carreras, owned several racing yachts, and always drew with a Montblanc fountain pen. Nicknamed Flash Gordon, he appeared on the cover of GQ magazine in 1985."



Although his work in Chicago - particularly the Thompson Center, above, a government building now being re-zoned to take the cost off the beyond-broke state/city's hands - made him famous the world over, he changed his approach in the 90s to what he termed archineering, "a collaboration between an architect and engineer at an early stage of design. It was not so much about the aesthetics but about performance and how buildings are constructed and the use of the materials." Form following force rather than function, to break with the architect's usual motto. Also: he probably just grew up a little. That happens, too.


He didn't get a commission in Chicago for many years after he left in the 80s, although his offices were still here. The conference room of Murray/Jahn was in the temple dome of 33 Lower East Wacker, once called the Jeweler's Building. (It had famous-for-its-time elevators to accommodate fleets of armored cars.)


I think I heard once that when it was first built, the temple was used by the wives of prominent businessmen as a sort of cabaret, for their husbands' eyes only, either from an adjacent building or one with a view right into the dome. I have to watch the appropriate Geoffrey Baer DVD again to refamiliarize myself with all the downtown anecdotes. I may be mixing stories here - will edit if so. Anyway, he didn't design the building, but cool damn place to have a conference center. 

Longtime readers may remember some of my armchair architecture enthusiasms from days past. I never mentioned Jahn in these posts, for example, or some of my other favorite / famous Chicago architects for that matter, (Bertrand Goldberg, Daniel Burnham, Louis Sullivan, God so many others; the first few years I lived here I was constantly looking people up and jotting things down from the train to google when I got home ("that zigzag building on S. Wabash",  "that diamond-head building," "that crazy hotel off of Superior," etc.) only because I was trying to stay on-topic to the Wolfe book. But Jahn actually was one of the first ones I ever looked up, because my third job in the city was in the Citicorp Building.


Commuting to that building from my apartment was a trip. You'd get off in the Loop and walk west on Madison - always pushed along by crowd or wind with buses whizzing by inches from your face, past the endless drum-guys and panhandlers on either side of the bridge, into the building next to it where you could take the skywalk over, then up this huge escalator to the elevator bay, where you were joined by a throng of equal size from the Metra-train commuters coming into the station from the lower level (where we all used to smoke butts). It was a hell of an introduction to working in a big city downtown for this small-town guy. The building was one of Jahn's more famous designs and broke with a lot of Chicago traditions, using big bold and bent tubular steel to make a statement in a neighborhood of right angles. 

I worked at a very shady law firm that had two of the higher floors, so views from each side of the building, each cardinal direction. Fantastic.


One of my more vivid memories is working late one December eve 2004 during some kind of crazy snowstorm with Beethoven's 7th symphony (you know the part) playing very loud in my discman (yep, still had a discman in 04) as I slowly pushed the file-cart around each edge of the building, visibility poor but very impressive. I have a ton of memories like that from working in that building. 

Now it's called Accenture Tower and look at its wiki: they barely mention anything about it except that a shooting happened there once. Pathetic. It's Chicago - a shooting has happened everywhere. What a dumb thing to occupy one third of a write-up of any building designed by Helmut Jahn.

I left that job and got one at 203 N. LaSalle, which is not a building designed by Jahn, but the one right next door to it is: the aforementioned Thompson Center.



I ate there everyday, pretty much, for lunch. I'd take the escalator, underground-walkway over there, get in line at Taco Bell, and sit with friends under the big oval near the big plants. A pedestrian use of the property, to be sure. Later, though, I started exploring around a little more upstairs and taking pictures, usually accompanied by Dawn, snapping pictures.

I always had the Black Hole swirling theme in my head in this place.

The atrium was arguably improved with Jahn's subsequent design for the SonyCenter in Berlin.


Lately, on weekend excursions just-north of town, the kids have been taken by his work on the Shure building, which is indeed quite impressive - you can see this from miles off.


Well, enough of that. R.I.P., Jahn and condolences to the family. Here's some other selected works, starting with the O'Hare United Terminal.


Metrowest Naperville
Monsueto Library, University of Chicago
Dorm, Illinois Institute of Technology
Cityspire Manhattan
Charlemagne Center, pre-and-post-restoration
One South Wacker Drive, Chicago
One Liberty Place, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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5.25.2021

These Were the Voyages, pt. 5: New Frontiers


Welcome back to my blogging my way through DC's first attempt at a Star Trek series. Today let's have a look at the “New Frontiers” storyline that ran from Star Trek #9 through #16 (DEC 1984 through JUL 1985). 

Boy have I had trouble getting this one going. Lately I seem to write three or four versions of whatever blog appears before scrapping it all and winging it from scratch. Which is what I opted to do here. I've reached one of those blogging points where I've got five or six things in draft mode and not enough time to finish them. I've three days off coming up, and I'd like to think I'll spend some of that time catching up, but one of those days is potential jury duty (ugh) and another is getting the second of my Wuhan Flu shots. Add in kids and chores and tasks to complete and who knows. It'll likely continue to be a sparse month as far as posts go.


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Here's the story in broad strokes:

(1) The mirror universe - last seen in TOS "Mirror, Mirror" unless there's a Trek tie-in book being obliquely referenced somehow; more on that below - attacks the Trekverse Prime, first blowing up a space station, then capturing the Excelsior and their counterparts (being ferried home from Vulcan to face trial for the vents of Star Trek III) aboard her. (2) Spock-2 is dispatched to Vulcan to wrest from Spock-1's mind the secrets of Genesis. 

An inter-dimensional Vulcan Ritual of Chud ensues. Spock-1 wins. 
Spock-2, again, sees the logic in opposing the Empire and joins forces with Spock-1. 


(3) Kirk-1 and compatriots escape the brig and, while their counterparts fuss over the captured Excelsior, plot to take over the Enterprise. Kirk-1 makes his way to the Captain's quarters and meets once more (sound cue) Marlena.

Later, they get even more re-acquainted.

She is still with Kirk-2 but has joined the underground. Kirk-2 et al. take control of the Enterprise and set most of it to self-destruct -Kirk's go-to move! -  and escape in the saucer section. Scotty and Saavik interfaced the Tantalus Field from the former Captain's quarters with the ships' deflector shield and wreak havoc on the Excelsior. Everyone puts on spacesuits and blasts it out. Kirks grapple. Kirk-1 wins, of course. 


Starfleet says invasion or no, you've got to come home; Kirk makes one of his "The word? Is no. I am therefore going anyway" decisions and races back to the mirror universe. (4) Meanwhile, Kirk-2 whips up support for a massive inter-dimensional invasion force and is given command of the Empire's new prototype, the, er, Excelsior. Kirk-1 tours the mirror earth and meets the leader of the resistance: 


Kirk-1 patches together a coalition of various undergrounds: imprisoned scientists, downtrodden Terrans, and the star empires of the mirror-universe. (Here we learn that a brutal Romulan occupation of Earth created the resistance movement which eventually became the Terran Empire.) He uses the transtator - a gizmo that does the old push-a-button-and-turn-off-the-enemy-fleet trick - and gives the Empire's fleet to David and friends. Everyone returns to their respective homes to face the music.

As for the counterparts, they're put on a warp sled and - after a brief switcheroo with the Saaviks coinciding with the above battle - sent back into their own universe, as well. They're last seen - and apparently killed - by Captain Simons of the ISS Nosura. If that's a reference, I'm missing it. I hope it wasn't one from this very stretch of issues. 


(5) The coda: they return in the ISS Excelsior and are arrested again by Captain Styles, who’s learned nothing from his earlier attitude(s). If anything he’s even worse. Now he’s commanding the USS Christopher Pike and basically acts like William Atherton. Which is certainly era-appropriate, as well as following the lead of Star Trek III. His and Admiral Garrett's plan to pin every and any disaster on Kirk's head is thwarted by Lyndra Dean, an investigative reporter on Earth with bellbottoms who – on a tip, we learn, from Kirk himself – popularizes Kirk et al's role in saving the universe. 


Starfleet decides to promote everyone to get them out of the way. Kirk gets the captaincy of the Excelsior, and Spock is given command of the USS Surak

The adventure continues. The End.

Not a bad stretch of issues! I was simultaneously reading Mike W. Barr's Guide to DC's Sci-Fi Universe and kept expecting various alien species from Adam Strange's adventures to pop up. This is, by the by, the last of Barr's story arcs for DC's Trek, though not the last time we'll see him in these pages. But yes, starting next issue the writing and editorial team switches up. Robert Greenberger, former assistant editor, takes over all editing duties. 

A word on continuity and what's canon. (Still a slippery topic.)


This is the first of the DC Treks to appear after Star Trek III: TSFS, so it had to align the universe-building of the past eight issues with the events of the film. Which it accomplishes easily enough - the characters created (Konom, Bryce, Bearclaw, Maddox) continue on in supporting roles. (About as much as the secondary cast does, actually, which is too bad for Uhura, Sulu et al.)


There are a few "life on the Enterprise" scenes with Chekov and the others (Sulu's down in the botany lab again!), just not many. Scotty and Saavik develop a friendship as well. Which brings to mind the question: who's "playing" Saavik? Saavik as we all know was replaced by Robin Curtis for Star Trek III; did they alter her likeness here in any way?

Tough to tell, really.
Okay, I guess it's Kirstie.

In a response on the letter's page, Greenberger says the decision was to keep Kirstie and her “more exotic beauty.” I don’t use quotes to disparage the quote, although I know the word “exotic” is loaded in some contexts. Is it with Kirstie Alley and Robin Curtis? I don’t think so. And FWIW I think “exotic beauty” is a good way to describe Kirstie Alley’s Saavik. That’s not to take anything away from Robin Curtis. Hell, plenty of women’s beauty could be described in varying degrees of “exotic” from any norm you wish, sort of like Schoenberg’s twelve-tone method. 

We interrupt this story to complain about Blogger; WTF, blogger? I just spent ten minutes trying to get those two Saavik pictures up there to sit side by side. I do this all the time. You put a caption on one pic, you make them both small, you cut one and paste it beside the other. It ABSOLUTELY will not let me do this, despite cutting and pasting every other picture, despite re-formatting this damn thing three times to clear any hanging-enters/whatever. No matter what happens, cutting that picture and then clicking DIRECTLY NEXT TO THE OTHER ONE and pasting it pastes it way up near the top of this post. 


Do you know how long I've been trying to get this post finished? Do you know how often I've been interrupted JUST THIS MORNING trying to get this done before work? And then you throw this inexplicable shit at me? Blogger this is for you:

"I hope you can hear this because I am doing it as hard as I can."

Don't want to end on a middle finger, but that's about all I have to say. Here are some leftover screencaps (which, of course,I numbered in order to upload in one particular order, thus making it so I don't have to cut and paste/ arrange anything, uploaded in their own random order below.)

See you next time... maybe!

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They really emphasize McCoy's borderline psychoticness.
Not every lady has to wear the midriff-exposing uniform, eh? Looking at Maddox on the conn.
Thankfully they didn't make Chekov.