met hotel; edmonton: perfect marcel bruer/le courbsier/van der rohe chairs; in perfect three point settings, between them a large laminated tree hunk to express how nature can never be conquered, and to aesthically contrast machine and nature, set apart in pods, the distance enough to mean that all were really alone--v. modern, v. sexy--except the carpet resembled a tawdry casino somewhere b/w reno and tahoe--a cheap one that gets you lost and hides bodily fluids, might be there from the beginning. (ie when the building thrusted up mid70s)