the news came today. if you need me after august, i will be found here... mussoorie, india more words to come. i'm too excited right now to try to find them. [www.emiusa.org]
today was one of those kind of days. you know what i'm taking about. everything seems to happen at once and your head is spinning. you get in your car at the end of the day to escape. the windows are down, the radio is up, but it's not quite enough. the car doesn't provide enough freedom. though it protects, it also restrains. perhaps a convertible...that might get me a little closer, i find my body is still limited in its experience of the open road. sky diving? definitely. but with only one jump under my belt, and dependency on a pilot, i'll set that one aside for...
Read Morei'll never forget that first day of studio. 'what is architecture? what is space? why have you entered this profession?' the question seemed easy enough...but i was at a loss. every answer i could come up with didn't seem enough. i knew there was more than i understood. i was at the beginning of something. everything i thought about architecture was thrown out the window that day. whatever i knew it entailed or believed it to be needed to be tested, processed, redefined... i had to choose for myself what i believed architecture to be and role i would play in it. five...
Read Moreokay studio 109. although i never fill these things out, i will for you to celebrate your entrance back into the bloggging world. i usually brush surveys off, but when you single me out like that, i feel guilty ignoring your expected reply...and haven't had time to put together any more coherent thoughts. IN THE KITCHEN: 1. blue bunny lite 85 vanilla crème yogurt [accept no substitutes] 2. fresh garlic 3. cottage cheese, baby carrots, craisins [listed together because i eat them together] 4. peach iced tea 5. stale peeps [ie. marshmallow peeps opened last week to eat this week] IN THE CLOSET: 1. patagonia fleece 2. james madison baseball hat courtesy...
Read Morei, who live by words, am .......wordless when i try my words in prayer. all .......language turns to silence. prayer will take my words .......and then reveal their emptiness. the stifled voice .......learns to hold its peace, to listen with the .......heart to silence that is joy, is adoration. the self is shattered, all words torn .......apart in this strange pattern time of .......contemplation that, in time, breaks time, breaks .......words, breaks me, and then, in silence leaves me .......healed and mended. i leave returned to language, for i see .......words are ended, i, who live by words, am .......wordless when i turn me to the Word to pray. .......amen. [madeleine l'engle: lines scribbled on an envelope while riding the 104 bus] [enjoy the silence. robbins]
