haha, nice throw ant, RA ~ricric
i hate archibabble. i hate engaging in it, hearing it, or even reading it. and i hate when it's serious.
performative landscape. landscape urbanism. relational field plot. constructed appropriation. composite ideology. notated methodology. phenomenological syntax. reflexive response. visceral seriality. and my favorite, operate.
man. that's why i'm a jay-hova's witness. at least his blueprints speak the truth. no drake freestyle. at least some people aren't t-painin. how come raekwon can come out of nowhere, do what he's always done (i never really noticed before) but still spit real raw hip hop. and why can q-tip drop what he spit 8 years ago and it's still ahead of its time.
whatever. stay provocative my friends. i'm just tryin to be the best at what I do.
"we should go down with the ship. we do not abandon mother earth..." dk
need to make a bunch of updates. gonna try a light box.
"Shut up, I love drum machines. Seriously why are you in court? Do you need me to bake a file into a cake to break you out?" ~ KG
"this is rock and roll"
somethins on my mind but no one to bother with it. i'll just tell the qwerty keys, they know me best sometimes.
in my <audio> book of my life, i'm at a chapter that i feel is on repeat. i want to skip two or three chapters ahead. i'm trying to change the day to day stories and make them as entertaining as possible. but if the place and settings don't change, the characters can only do so much.
it seems like i'm trying to stay friends with two institutions that don't want to share custody. one is supposed to prepare me for the other. the other seems to not care what the other one put u through, as long as u went through with it. how am i supposed to look towards the finish line when in a way i've taken a shortcut and saw what's waiting on the other side of it? no trophy for finishing the race. just more tracks to run, except these races are "for real".
so what am i running for now? i guess i'm just coastin thru cuz i have to. doesn't matter what pace. <this race isn't really timed.> doesn't matter about what i'm wearin cuz there's no style points. i can help my teamates push on with me. i guess that's what's pushing me on. but what if my teammates turned against me. they don't want me to help them. so i don't. should i leave them behind then?
then of course they hate me for either leaving them behind or thinking that i need to help them.
well i just realized i only need one person to believe in me. well two. if u don't believe in urself, no one will. hopefully that second person can pay me.
Nice. So true, and i guess that is always the problem when you are a student and you practice. You don't really need a masters to do architecture (at least not in CA) and it surely seem you wasted time and money on schooling that did not prepare you adequately for this industry. And these observations are correct. However, i have a hunch, and lately i have been blaming myself for this situation i am in. we are making it harder on ourselves by doing both, working and schooling at the same time. architecture academia is never going to reflect real world practices (unfortunately) and it is for reason: to explore, to create new creatives, to push the boundaries of what architecture can be, so that you, at your turn, can push the boundaries of architecture in your future practice. However, that does not excuse the lack of basic information schools have yet to provide, and the elitist code of networking in architecture, to which not many students have access to.
Architecture school and architecture practice are not well informed. Academia concentrates on research, exploration, having FUN, which is what we are supposed to do right now: actually try to discover what makes us tick in architecture, and put time, brain cells, and sweat into something that we can be proud of, and have as a base for our future explorations. However, who has time for that when you have to wake up at 5 30 am to go to work, spend energy and time on that, and then come home or directly to studio and hurry trying to finish up a series of "exploratory" models that you were supposed to have been done "exploring" two weeks ago. SCHOOL AND PRACTICE DON'T MIX, unless you are teaching, of course, in that case, the world is your oyster.
See you in class. :D
~cd
"Motte Bueno." ~ Venezian Waiter
lot has happened lately.
getting ready for nuptuals, had a hangover of my own with a cripple, midget, and a magician. a dancer could tip him a dollar, and everyone's clothes would still be on. what a difference sobriety makes the same situation appear. richard just wanted to kick off his shoes and relax. nas proved he was a soldier, minus the morphine. chicken however was just that. no show. had to make updates to the roster.
pulled the magician off the reserve list and bench one of my starters. thought we were closer than that, but sometimes family isn't brose before hose.
line change was much needed, much apreciated, and is sure to have collateral damage. whatever, not stressin now.
all of FB knows we got married. wonder if martha already knows. hope she don't see the cake. it was a blur, the 137+/- amateur photographers and filmmakers got some good moments, can't wait for the pros. everythin came full circle.oakes kahlo 26, underdome, oakes lanyard. pac-man bobble. barcelona. venice. what more could i ask for¿
not to get my pocket picketed.but u know i don't like to be manipulated. i knew it was comin too. they were just that good.
shit.
well anyway, my romanticized vision of romance was tainted for the first day of venezia, but it all came back. old school, history, early scarpa, brought it all back. didn't budget for the gondolas, and didn't wanna take the package "deal," but hearing them vebratto echo through the canals was romantic... no tourists to shuffle through. definately on the to do list for next time. but it's alright, we ate our gondola money. and she 'prefers to eat.' boy was it <spaghetti ai frutti mare> worth it!
This song is about somebody who had somebody who loved him, but they treated him bad... and now they are paying the price... How could he possibly know these things? ~ Smokey
they say life is like a roller coaster. but what if u worked at a theme park for 6 years and rollercoasters don't move you at all.
rollercoasters are really slowing down from the initial drop. the worst is over in the end. the other twists and turns are calculated to be as thrilling as physically possible, but it's actually geting gradually tame. my life is more like. i dont' even know. what's full of random dissapointments and overwhelming responsibilities, the consistant fear of dissapointing others, and the fury of being a victim.
nah, my life is like 169/170. like burning flashcards. like ch. 7. like animal holding rooms. like moonwalking cheetos. like 1st meetings at sharp and first projects picking foggy mornings at the beach.
and why can't i remember shit.
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