Page of History

The Skyscraper Museum recently reposted one of its earliest (vintage 1997) web pages “to match our online projects produced or redesigned during the past 18 months. . . .” The website had undergone a technical change from “hard-coding” to a content management system, which accommodates the museum’s historical content in a much more manageable format. The illustrated chart above shows a timeline of “the world’s tallest building” dating from the first “skyscrapers” to today’s title-holder, the Burj Khalifa in Dubai. This graphic is only the tip of the tower, though — The Skyscraper Museum’s website has plenty of other features to hold the attention of anyone who has even a passing interest in tall buildings.

Where do the buttons next to 17 take you?

The more I look at this chaotic car panel, the more I find wrong with it. There seems to have once been an attempt to organize the buttons logically, but that time seems to be long gone. I wish I knew more about the location and history of this building. Besides the question in the title, a few others I’d like answered is, “How many new floors were built over the years?” “Was it that much trouble to renumber them?” and “How short are the push button wires?”

COVID-19 Etiquette, Rules for Elevators Cause Clashes in NYC

Reading a November 4 piece in the New York Post titled “Why Elevator Etiquette Has New Yorkers at Each Other’s Throats” brought to mind several things: One, an instance early on in the pandemic when your author encountered a very loud, maskless woman in a convenience store screaming something about “spicy pickles” (you can imagine the amount of “droplets” that surely produced) and two, a blog post I wrote in early July about a pair of elderly neighbors in a Florida high rise getting into a shoving match over elevator riding rights. Patience is still thin and tempers are still flaring, as illustrated by the Post piece, which describes various instances in which high-rise residents find themselves “at war” with their neighbors. Elevator rules that reduce capacity, require masks and allow people to ride solo if they choose have led to angry, awkward situations. Doormen have had to break up and diffuse several of these situations. For the time being, at least, those living in high rises — whether in NYC or Phoenix or Paris — should should perhaps just take a literal or figurative chill pill. And if you’re late to that meeting because of capacity limits and lines, surely whoever is waiting for you will understand.

NYC tower dwellers and elevator users Shai Canaan and Carole Tashjian; photo courtesy of the New York Post