’so, what do you do here in the city?’ i get this question a lot. it’s the natural result of being a new person… i get asked the most basic of questions over and over again. and the benefit of the exercise is i’ve had countless opportunities to practice my response. the ironic thing, i still cannot figure out how to answer. ‘well,’ i hesitatingly begin, ‘i’m an architect by education,’ immediate eye brow raise and two points for me. yes, it is the perk of being a student of architecture… i’m automatically assumed to have a high income, high profile, and high intelligence. i’ll...
Read Moreoctober 10, 1981 is the date of my birth and i wonder if my mom did that on purpose. i think i was early… supposed to be a halloween baby. but maybe, just maybe, she knew i would someday love being born on this date… i mean she does know me well, i spent nine months tucked inside of her, listening to my heartbeat and teaching me to fall in love with the sound of a her sewing machine… and maybe her maternal instinct is stronger than i realize. maybe she knew somehow those number would guide a lot more than...
Read Morei slept on a bed for the first time in a month. a real bed. with high count, chocolate brown fitted sheet below my skin and a tucked layer of goodness above me. an authentic down comforter and custom, mom-and-daughter made cover allowed me to forget every previous cold, drafty night. the steel head board dad and i fashioned together aestically holds the visual pleasure and functional warmth together. [though i doubt he'll ever want to move it cross country again] illuminated by a single light from above, it toys with me and silently beckons me to climb into its layers with my...
Read Moreko.yaa.nis.katsi (from the Hopi language) n. 1. crazy life. 2. life in turmoil. 3. life disintegrating. 4. life out of balance. 5. a state of life that calls for another way of living. there seems to be no ability to see beyond, to see that we have encased ourselves in an artificial environment that has remarkably replaced the original, nature itself. we do not live with nature any longer; we live above it, off of it as it were. nature has become the resource to keep this artificial or new nature alive. it’s not that we use technology, we live technology. the film consists primarily of...
Read Morei wrote a letter to myself. have you ever done this? it’s quite a bizarre experience… do you use i or me, you or us… i was afraid to contemplate such pronoun usage for fear of developing a psychological, bi-polar-ish disorder. none the less, i wrote a letter to myself because i wanted to remember and i didn’t want to forget. my indian friends mailed my letter to me a few weeks ago and it’s been sitting unopened, and unread amongst my belongings. i was kind of afraid… i was afraid i had forgotten what it said, which i guess is the purpose of writing it, but not reading its...
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