The More Hall Annex was a nuclear research building on the campus of the
University of Washington in Seattle, Washington. Built in 1961, it
housed a small research reactor until June 30, 1988, operating at a peak
of 100 kilowatts thermal (kWt), and was decommissioned in 2007. The
building was designed in the Brutalist architectural style by UW faculty
members, using reinforced concrete walls. Large windows overlooking the
reactor room allowed observation from the outside, in an attempt to
demonstrate the safety of nuclear energy. The building was added to the
National Register of Historic Places in 2009, after a campaign led by an
architecture student in response to a demolition proposal from the
university. Despite a lawsuit from preservation groups and the City of
Seattle, the university began demolition of the building in July 2016.
It will be replaced by a new computer science building that is expected
to open in 2019.
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Today's selected anniversaries:
During a jousting match, King Henry II of France was mortally
wounded when fragments of the splintered lance of Gabriel Montgomery
pierced his eye.
French acrobat Charles Blondin crossed Niagara Gorge on a
tightrope, making him one of the world's most famous tightrope walkers.
London's Tower Bridge, a combined bascule and suspension bridge
over the River Thames, opened.
The Belgian Congo received its independence from colonial rule,
beginning a period of instability that ended in the dictatorship of
Joseph-Désiré Mobutu in 1965.
Ryan White was denied re-admittance to his school due to HIV he
had contracted during treatments for hemophilia; his legal battle made
him a poster child for the disease in the U.S.
Wiktionary's word of the day:
Wikiquote quote of the day:
Someone will read as moral That the people of Rome or Warsaw
Haggle, laugh, make love As they pass by martyrs' pyres. Someone else
will read Of the passing of things human, Of the oblivion Born before
the flames have died. But that day I thought only Of the loneliness
of the dying, Of how, when Giordano Climbed to his burning There were
no words In any human tongue To be left for mankind, Mankind who live