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san francisco bay. . . . bay windows bet you never knew where they got their name, i didn’t either… …but now, i’m a proud renter of one.
’so where are you living?’ i get this question a lot by clients, new friends, random public transportation people. i have to smile as i answer, ‘on a couch in berkeley,’ for several reasons… one] it seems as if in some time in everyone’s life, they should have no other place to call home but a couch in a friend’s living room. i mean seriously. always having a room and knowing you have a place to lay your head is completely overrated. living with only the contents of 2 suitcases for a month and changing in the living room… who wouldn’t want that? two]...
Read Morethis is the third year in a row i’ve ’started over’…argh… ’start over’… that phrase automatically conjures up preconceptions and presumptions in my mind. these linked notions include words like… ‘new beginning’ as if the previous end was undesirable, perhaps a ‘clean slate’ as if to say the wrongs are behind me and a clear canvas ahead, or even more appropriately, ‘back to the drawing board,’ implying the first idea was not quite right so let’s try it again. [fyi... architects rarely use drawing boards anyway despite what we may tell you.] hmmm… yeah. i don’t like any of these ‘new...
Read MorePart anthropology, part history, part deconstruction - this is new material that Rob hasn’t taught before, exploring how humans invented religion to make themselves feel better. the tour. the community. the videos. the books: velvet elvis & sex God.
a lyrical remix of the words which have been accompanying me in lately. sometimes, others say it better. and i won’t back down i won’t turn around and around and i won’t back down doesn’t matter what comes crashing down i’m still gonna stand my solid ground won’t back down [mat kearney] i can tell by your eyes that you’re not getting any sleep and you try to rise above it, but feel you’re sinking in too deep oh, oh i believe, i believe that it’s going to be alright it’s going to be alright it’s going to be alright [sara groves] and i don’t think that i can even remember why it was that...
Read Moreeveryone dances. some in steamy night clubs, others a grand plié on the horizontal bar. perhaps you skillfully avoid the cracks as you’re walking to work or maybe you spin around in your apartment when nobody’s watching. someway or another, you find a way to physically express an internal feeling, you bring to life dreams of silent rhythm, you move in a way only you can move. as for me? i like to dance on the soccer field. i haven’t played in a couple of years, but that’s what’s amazing when you learn to dance your dance, it’s like riding a...
Read Morei pulled my shirts from their places on the hangers and squeezed my 3 oz bottles into the 1 qt bag as tightly as i could. one last scan of the room before i wheeled my luggage down the hall. i think i’ll tire of this suitcase soon…it will continue to be my dresser for the next month until an apartment is found and the rest of my things arrive. as well, work will require its use often, already a trip next week to la and this is only the beginning. but it’s okay… i get the feeling this job...
Read Morei think it’s the light. i haven’t quite been able to put my finger on what it is, but i know the light has something to do with it. the rays come down soft and almost diffused, though no cloud acts as a filter and the blue skies remain in their purest form. the light here makes me smile. i sit on the steps today and am enjoying making friends with these california rays. they’re friendlier here than i had anticipated. there’s sound of traffic cruising by and breezes in the trees. when i close my eyes and lay my head...
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