«Does John Katko agree with his party throwing stones while living in
a giant glass house?»
Not exact matches
It's just that sometimes those decisions are bad, or self - defeating, or maddening, and a day where you get dressed up in your best victory pantsuit and spend an ungodly amount of money decorating your
house with American flags and custom - made cardboard cutouts of suffragettes in anticipation of a
glass - ceiling - shattering historical milestone ends with you getting (metaphorically) eaten by a
giant farting T. rex.
Where the rest of us saw only the empty overgrown meadow behind our
house, riddled with groundhog holes, with a shallow, muddy stream running through it and a splintering wooden wagon that I had almost outgrown, he saw his friends: artists and teachers and butchers, scenic painters and Russian lighting designers, ship captains and hardware merchants all with a
glass in hand, their laughter rising high above our heads and then evaporating into the canopy of maple leaves; the weeping willows shedding their leaf tears down the banks of the stream; fireflies and bagpipers arriving through the low clinging humidity of summer; a
giant pit with four spring lambs roasting over apple - wood coals; the smell of wood smoke hanging in the moist summer nighttime air.
The offices were to be
housed in a 500 - foot (150 m) tower of green
glass, which was nicknamed the «Green
Giant» and met with much opposition.
Doug Aitken's Sonic Pavilion, for example, features a deep hole in the center filled with sensitive microphones that capture tremors deep inside the earth, while Matthew Barney's geodesic
glass dome
houses a
giant tractor clutching at an uprooted tree.
They have a two story
glassed in room on the back side of their home and at Christmas there is a
giant tree all lit up for the whole neighborhood to admire:) It's fun to think about what the rest of the
house looks like!