Important information from Steph Peters:
AUhntress: Nick- would you like to hear some random trivia?
Nap98: sure.....
Nap98: lol
AUhntress: okay- how much do you know about kangaroos?
Nap98: not...much
AUhntress: okay- well it turns out the females have 2 vaginas and are perpetually pregnant
AUhntress: a joey is born and then they mate and a fertilized egg kind of just hangs out
Nap98: wow...thanks steph.
AUhntress: wait- it's not over yet
Nap98: that's. great.
Nap98: oh boy
AUhntress: lol
Nap98: lol
AUhntress: so, after the baby joey grows up a little bit
AUhntress: and stops nursing for a certain amount of hours
AUhntress: the other egg starts to mature
AUhntress: and then she has that joey
AUhntress: BUT
AUhntress: she has two breasts in her pouch
Nap98: wow. kangaroos are so much more amazing than i ever knew.
AUhntress: and they each make a different kind of milk
Nap98: different flavors?
Nap98: is one set chocoale?
Thursday, February 20, 2003
I don’t look Mexican and hardley anyone knows what a Portuguese person looks like. I think when people meet me, most are forced to mentally place me in the category of “other” when it comes to race or ethnicity. So it’s not rare for me to hear things that offend me simply because people do not realize who they are talking to.
In fact recently, there's a person that I worked with on a Mountain View related issue that did just that. The first time we met, we talked a lot about the neighborhood we both lived in. We started talking about some of the problems in the neighborhood, blight, crime, destruction of historic properties, redevelopment issues...etc.
But during the discussion....my neighbor started making comments that made me cringe. This neighbor started going on about "the Mexicans" and linking them with neighborhood problems and safety issues. I let them go on for a while, and then politely let this person know I was half Mexican. My neighbor blinked, and apologized immediately.
My neighbor's racist comments were based mainly in ignorance and crass generalizations, not hate. And while their comments offended me, I accepted their apology. Even though I had just met this person, I tried to give them the benefit of a doubt and not judge their character on some off key comments.
We then had a pretty good discussion about the Mexican-American side of my family, and our history in Mountain View. My neighbor asked questions, I answered. In the process I think I broke, or at the very least challenged, some of the stereotypes and misconceptions of Mexican-Americans this person may have had. My neighbor opened up to me and let me know that they didn’t know very many Mexican-American people, and that they had a lot to learn.
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So…. Two of my friends are going through something similar to what I went through with my neighbor. They don’t know each other very well. Someone said something that was offensive to another based on race.
I’ll be frank. It was disrespectful and it bothered me. When I heard it I bit my lip and turned to look at the other person in the car who would be most offended. I didn’t say anything at the time but maybe I should have. I was surprised to hear what I heard, and thought that perhaps the person would realize that what they said was offensive and would apologize on their own. I decided to not mention it…until I realized tonight that the issue was being discussed and was causing some hard feelings.
I do not think anything less of the person that said this thing, because I know what their true character is and I know that they are a great person full of compassion and kindness. I would never label this person as racist, but I would say that their comment was racist. No one is perfect, and I think we have all said some callous and racist things we have come to regret.
I also completely understand why the offended party feels the way they do, having experienced similar situations. I think people often underestimate how hurtful certain careless comments can be. Because when someone says one thing that is racist, it’s not just the one thing that's said, hearing something like that makes you remember all the racist things you’ve heard, and makes you for a moment, feel like crap. These things should not be taken lightly.
If a personal and direct apology has not been made yet, it should be. And even though you might not know each other well, I’d like to think I do. I can safely say that both of you are excellent people. This isn’t something that can be healed by typing your personal emotions in your respective blogs. Yes, it’s slightly contradictory that I chose to address you both in my own blog, but at least this way everyone who’s involved knows where I stand.
Talk to each other directly and not through others. I think that’s all you need to do to work this out. And I do think you should work it out.
In fact recently, there's a person that I worked with on a Mountain View related issue that did just that. The first time we met, we talked a lot about the neighborhood we both lived in. We started talking about some of the problems in the neighborhood, blight, crime, destruction of historic properties, redevelopment issues...etc.
But during the discussion....my neighbor started making comments that made me cringe. This neighbor started going on about "the Mexicans" and linking them with neighborhood problems and safety issues. I let them go on for a while, and then politely let this person know I was half Mexican. My neighbor blinked, and apologized immediately.
My neighbor's racist comments were based mainly in ignorance and crass generalizations, not hate. And while their comments offended me, I accepted their apology. Even though I had just met this person, I tried to give them the benefit of a doubt and not judge their character on some off key comments.
We then had a pretty good discussion about the Mexican-American side of my family, and our history in Mountain View. My neighbor asked questions, I answered. In the process I think I broke, or at the very least challenged, some of the stereotypes and misconceptions of Mexican-Americans this person may have had. My neighbor opened up to me and let me know that they didn’t know very many Mexican-American people, and that they had a lot to learn.
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So…. Two of my friends are going through something similar to what I went through with my neighbor. They don’t know each other very well. Someone said something that was offensive to another based on race.
I’ll be frank. It was disrespectful and it bothered me. When I heard it I bit my lip and turned to look at the other person in the car who would be most offended. I didn’t say anything at the time but maybe I should have. I was surprised to hear what I heard, and thought that perhaps the person would realize that what they said was offensive and would apologize on their own. I decided to not mention it…until I realized tonight that the issue was being discussed and was causing some hard feelings.
I do not think anything less of the person that said this thing, because I know what their true character is and I know that they are a great person full of compassion and kindness. I would never label this person as racist, but I would say that their comment was racist. No one is perfect, and I think we have all said some callous and racist things we have come to regret.
I also completely understand why the offended party feels the way they do, having experienced similar situations. I think people often underestimate how hurtful certain careless comments can be. Because when someone says one thing that is racist, it’s not just the one thing that's said, hearing something like that makes you remember all the racist things you’ve heard, and makes you for a moment, feel like crap. These things should not be taken lightly.
If a personal and direct apology has not been made yet, it should be. And even though you might not know each other well, I’d like to think I do. I can safely say that both of you are excellent people. This isn’t something that can be healed by typing your personal emotions in your respective blogs. Yes, it’s slightly contradictory that I chose to address you both in my own blog, but at least this way everyone who’s involved knows where I stand.
Talk to each other directly and not through others. I think that’s all you need to do to work this out. And I do think you should work it out.
Thursday, February 13, 2003
“From the towns of the nation, we’d like to do a song for you about the larger picture. There’s only one season lately. There used to be an agreement between the seasons that they would all come and stay for three months, and then go the way the seasons go when they’re not where we are.
Lately there has been no spring, no summer, and no fall.
Politically, and philosophically, and psychologically there has only been the season of ice.
It a season of frozen dreams and frozen nightmares,
A scene of frozen progress, and frozen ideas,
frozen aspirations and inspirations.
They call the season winter; we call the song Winter in America.”
From the Indians
Who welcomed the Pilgrims
And to the buffalos
Who once ruled the plain
Like the vultures
Circling beneath the Dark Clouds
Looking for the Rain
Looking for the Rain
Just like the cities that
Stagger on the coastline
In a nation
That just can’t stand much more
Like the forests
Buried beneath the highway
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow
And now it’s Winter
Winter in America
Yes, and all of the healers
Have been killed
Or sent away
But the people know
The people know
It’s winter
Winter in America
And aint nobody fighting cause
Nobody knows what to save
Save your soul
Lord knows, from Winter in America
The Constitution
A nobel piece of a paper
With free society
They struggled but they died in vain
And now democracy
Is rag time on the corner
Hoping for some rain
It looks like its hoping for some rain
And I see the robins
Perched on distant tree tops
They’re watching last-ditch races
March across the floor
But just like the peace sign
That vanished in our dreams
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow.
And now its winter
Winter in America
And all of the healers
Have been killed
Our betrayed
But the people know
The people know
It’s winter
Lord knows, its Winter in America
And aint’ nobody fighting, cause,
Nobody knows what to save
Save your soul,
From winter in America.
-Gil Scott Heron
A song written in 1974 seems just as relevant today as it must have back then. Couldn't have said that two years ago. Catching a glimpse of the evening news assualted me with threats of a missle strike on the Bay Area from Korea, terrorist attacks from Osama Bin Laden, a growing hatred of the US government amongst our allies, and the deployment of hundreds of troops to fight a war in Iraq. All in two or three minutes.
Sorta strange now to look back at New Years Eve 1999. On that night, it seemed the entire world was celebrating and hoping for peace. Images of celebrations around the globe, of doves being released in Jerusalem are still clear in my mind. The economy was booming. The problems and conflicts of the world seemed distant and irrelevant to our lives as upper middle class high schoolers in America.
Then we left for college...and that September our rosy view of the world came tumbling down with those two towers. Whether you call it innocence or ignorance, it was taken away from our generation and we entered a new era. The coming years may prove to be defining for our nation in this century. The world has changed and we are becoming adults as it changes further. I wonder how such a shift will utimately affect us and define us. How will our generation handle the mess that we are destined to inherit. Can we begin to turn a new leaf, or will we travel down the same path that got us to where we are today?
Lately there has been no spring, no summer, and no fall.
Politically, and philosophically, and psychologically there has only been the season of ice.
It a season of frozen dreams and frozen nightmares,
A scene of frozen progress, and frozen ideas,
frozen aspirations and inspirations.
They call the season winter; we call the song Winter in America.”
From the Indians
Who welcomed the Pilgrims
And to the buffalos
Who once ruled the plain
Like the vultures
Circling beneath the Dark Clouds
Looking for the Rain
Looking for the Rain
Just like the cities that
Stagger on the coastline
In a nation
That just can’t stand much more
Like the forests
Buried beneath the highway
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow
And now it’s Winter
Winter in America
Yes, and all of the healers
Have been killed
Or sent away
But the people know
The people know
It’s winter
Winter in America
And aint nobody fighting cause
Nobody knows what to save
Save your soul
Lord knows, from Winter in America
The Constitution
A nobel piece of a paper
With free society
They struggled but they died in vain
And now democracy
Is rag time on the corner
Hoping for some rain
It looks like its hoping for some rain
And I see the robins
Perched on distant tree tops
They’re watching last-ditch races
March across the floor
But just like the peace sign
That vanished in our dreams
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow.
And now its winter
Winter in America
And all of the healers
Have been killed
Our betrayed
But the people know
The people know
It’s winter
Lord knows, its Winter in America
And aint’ nobody fighting, cause,
Nobody knows what to save
Save your soul,
From winter in America.
-Gil Scott Heron
A song written in 1974 seems just as relevant today as it must have back then. Couldn't have said that two years ago. Catching a glimpse of the evening news assualted me with threats of a missle strike on the Bay Area from Korea, terrorist attacks from Osama Bin Laden, a growing hatred of the US government amongst our allies, and the deployment of hundreds of troops to fight a war in Iraq. All in two or three minutes.
Sorta strange now to look back at New Years Eve 1999. On that night, it seemed the entire world was celebrating and hoping for peace. Images of celebrations around the globe, of doves being released in Jerusalem are still clear in my mind. The economy was booming. The problems and conflicts of the world seemed distant and irrelevant to our lives as upper middle class high schoolers in America.
Then we left for college...and that September our rosy view of the world came tumbling down with those two towers. Whether you call it innocence or ignorance, it was taken away from our generation and we entered a new era. The coming years may prove to be defining for our nation in this century. The world has changed and we are becoming adults as it changes further. I wonder how such a shift will utimately affect us and define us. How will our generation handle the mess that we are destined to inherit. Can we begin to turn a new leaf, or will we travel down the same path that got us to where we are today?
Thursday, February 06, 2003
Monday, February 03, 2003
The weekend was saved.
My parents, wonderful people that they are, whisked me away from Berkeley..sorta almost kidnapped me. They said we'd just go to dinner, but after dinner we went home. Fine with me!
Home was good. Dad got popcorn from Century, and I sat down with my grandparents and parents to watch Salt of the Earth (the movie my great-grandma's are in.) My grandparent's constantly pointed out people they knew...
Grandma Emma: "oh I went to high school with him..."
Grandpa Simon: "hey hun...didn't you go to school with him?"
Emma: "what?"
Simon: "I said, didn't you go to high school with him?"
Emma: "who?"
Simon: "Aye, him!"
Emma: "Oh....yes, I went to high school with him."
Simon: "That's what I said."
Well, maybe not that funny...but that's the general idea. There was also an argument as to whose mother was in a close up. "That's my mother!"...."No, that's MY mother!".....My grandma won. The movie was good, the DVD extras were really cool too. Lot's of photos from that part of New Mexico. Some things in that area haven't changed at all. Some have change completely.
Sunday was nice. I decided to go to mass with my dad and grandma. Not something I normally do...but it was nice, I prayed for all the things that were worth praying for (a lot lately) and the homily was about the importance of grandparent's...go fig. It was nice, the church looks great...just got restored.
My dad made a chorizo and eggs breakfast, we got pan dulce from the California Street Market, or the Little Store around the corner as we like to call it. I decided to randomly put on a CD my grandma had on her dresser, Glenn Miller's Orchestra.....big band from the 40s while breakfast was being made. My grandparent's started dancing in the dining room. Good to see them smile and have fun.
My godparent's came over to visit. Good to see them. Got to see my neighbor and life-long friend Joella too. We went on a lil' scanvenger hunt around the hood looking for a car seat. Her friend had her babysitting, but didn't leave a car seat or a stroller. Good thing I've met so many neighbors through the Mountain View Preservation Alliance, got her a stroller after trying three houses. That was, totally random, but fun.
Grandpa decided to come take me back to Berkeley with my dad. Grandpa's always fun to take to SF, he worked there during the 50s-70s, he's like taking a talking trivia book with you. We made a stop at Ghiradelli Square in SF and had a nice relaxing dinner. Clam Chowder in a Bread Bowl, overlooking the Bay at sunset. The city looked really beautiful this evening.
And to top it all off, got some great news from Matt. No Cancer.
Relief.
My parents, wonderful people that they are, whisked me away from Berkeley..sorta almost kidnapped me. They said we'd just go to dinner, but after dinner we went home. Fine with me!
Home was good. Dad got popcorn from Century, and I sat down with my grandparents and parents to watch Salt of the Earth (the movie my great-grandma's are in.) My grandparent's constantly pointed out people they knew...
Grandma Emma: "oh I went to high school with him..."
Grandpa Simon: "hey hun...didn't you go to school with him?"
Emma: "what?"
Simon: "I said, didn't you go to high school with him?"
Emma: "who?"
Simon: "Aye, him!"
Emma: "Oh....yes, I went to high school with him."
Simon: "That's what I said."
Well, maybe not that funny...but that's the general idea. There was also an argument as to whose mother was in a close up. "That's my mother!"...."No, that's MY mother!".....My grandma won. The movie was good, the DVD extras were really cool too. Lot's of photos from that part of New Mexico. Some things in that area haven't changed at all. Some have change completely.
Sunday was nice. I decided to go to mass with my dad and grandma. Not something I normally do...but it was nice, I prayed for all the things that were worth praying for (a lot lately) and the homily was about the importance of grandparent's...go fig. It was nice, the church looks great...just got restored.
My dad made a chorizo and eggs breakfast, we got pan dulce from the California Street Market, or the Little Store around the corner as we like to call it. I decided to randomly put on a CD my grandma had on her dresser, Glenn Miller's Orchestra.....big band from the 40s while breakfast was being made. My grandparent's started dancing in the dining room. Good to see them smile and have fun.
My godparent's came over to visit. Good to see them. Got to see my neighbor and life-long friend Joella too. We went on a lil' scanvenger hunt around the hood looking for a car seat. Her friend had her babysitting, but didn't leave a car seat or a stroller. Good thing I've met so many neighbors through the Mountain View Preservation Alliance, got her a stroller after trying three houses. That was, totally random, but fun.
Grandpa decided to come take me back to Berkeley with my dad. Grandpa's always fun to take to SF, he worked there during the 50s-70s, he's like taking a talking trivia book with you. We made a stop at Ghiradelli Square in SF and had a nice relaxing dinner. Clam Chowder in a Bread Bowl, overlooking the Bay at sunset. The city looked really beautiful this evening.
And to top it all off, got some great news from Matt. No Cancer.
Relief.
Wednesday, January 29, 2003
A little bug came flying in through the window. It hoovered near my fan for a few seconds, then ZIP it get's sucked into the fan, shoots out of it and over my lap top, and lands on my desk with a tiny thud, dead.
At that same moment, my best friend told me he might have cancer.
So I could take the bug thing one way....as a timely metaphor of how fleeting life can be.
Or...I can just laugh, and be thankfull I'm not a dumb bug.
Or maybe both.
At that same moment, my best friend told me he might have cancer.
So I could take the bug thing one way....as a timely metaphor of how fleeting life can be.
Or...I can just laugh, and be thankfull I'm not a dumb bug.
Or maybe both.
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
After a thrilling discussion about soft-drink and levi's commercials, Ryan exclaims:
"I've never seen a cartoon person in a text book with pubic hair!"
Erik glances at me, runs over to the text book and says "That cartoon man has breasts."
And for the record:
Coke= Being Real
Sprite/7up= Being Alternative
Pepsi= Being Young and Cool
Dr Pepper = Being Independent
Orange Soda/Crush = Being Orange
and the girl in the Levi's commercial is crying profound tears of joy as the Buffalo almost trample her.
Just another evening in 1A33.
"I've never seen a cartoon person in a text book with pubic hair!"
Erik glances at me, runs over to the text book and says "That cartoon man has breasts."
And for the record:
Coke= Being Real
Sprite/7up= Being Alternative
Pepsi= Being Young and Cool
Dr Pepper = Being Independent
Orange Soda/Crush = Being Orange
and the girl in the Levi's commercial is crying profound tears of joy as the Buffalo almost trample her.
Just another evening in 1A33.
Monday, January 27, 2003
Nap98: writing an essay. writing an essay. is so much fun. is so much fun. staying up past midnight. staying up past midnight. un-till you're done. un-till you're done.
CriSPy251: lol
CriSPy251: thanks
Nap98: imagine conan o'brien singing that to you
CriSPy251: lol
Poor Chris. If the Raiders had won, his essay wouldn't be due tomorrow. He'll be up late tonight.
CriSPy251: lol
CriSPy251: thanks
Nap98: imagine conan o'brien singing that to you
CriSPy251: lol
Poor Chris. If the Raiders had won, his essay wouldn't be due tomorrow. He'll be up late tonight.
Saturday, January 25, 2003
I wish there was a way...to turn back the clock. To help her remember...or, to not forget. To give her back the friends she has lost, the people she could share her life with. To clear her eyes of the tears which fill them more and more often. All I can do is hug her, tell her I love her, that things will be ok. All I can do is live my life, and hope that what I do makes her proud.
Bittersweet, so much in life is bittersweet.
Bittersweet, so much in life is bittersweet.
Wednesday, January 22, 2003
When I got here it was raining. It hasn't stopped pouring on me since. Three people I knew have passed away between yesterday and Christmas.
The first was Carol Fischer, a librarian who was always there to help me research Mountain View history and encouraged me in whatever I was working on. She had two sons the age of my brother and I. We always talked about college and she always wanted to know how I was doing. She shared my passion for the city and its history. She always had a smile on her face, she was a kind heart. She passed away unexpectedly a few days after Christmas....from a seizure while at the movies with her family. In an instant...gone like that. It was a shock. I'll miss her a lot.
The next was my great aunt, my Tia Nene. She was a beautiful woman full of love and kindness. A great lady, the last of her generation in my family. She moved to Washington when I was a young teenager, but she always had a place in my heart. She was the type of relative that would pinch your cheeks with a great big smile. She made you feel loved. I wish I could have spent more time with her, but I'm glad I saw her as much as I did when I was younger.
And yesterday, my 7th & 8th grade teacher, Mrs. Judy Capaldo passed away after a battle with Leukemia. She was a great teacher, a very intelligent woman full of wit and humor. She always treated us with respect and kindness. I'll always remember her willingness to help me out, even after I graduated. I also remember her beautiful voice, and how she used to go up in front of the entire school and sing a rendition of the Hail Mary that I always enjoyed. It's hard to believe she's gone.
I wish I could have been there today at her funeral and rosary, to be there with my brother her other students. I wish I had a chance to see Mrs. Capaldo again and let her know how much I appreciated her, we didn't get her address in time to send her a card before she passed away. I wish I had a chance to see each of these people again and thank them. But all I can do is remember them, and remember to cherish and be thankfull for the people I have in my life while I still have them.
And if you were
With me tonight
I'd sing to you just
One more time
A song for a heart so big
God wouldn't let it live
May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads
The sleepless go
May angels lead you in
The first was Carol Fischer, a librarian who was always there to help me research Mountain View history and encouraged me in whatever I was working on. She had two sons the age of my brother and I. We always talked about college and she always wanted to know how I was doing. She shared my passion for the city and its history. She always had a smile on her face, she was a kind heart. She passed away unexpectedly a few days after Christmas....from a seizure while at the movies with her family. In an instant...gone like that. It was a shock. I'll miss her a lot.
The next was my great aunt, my Tia Nene. She was a beautiful woman full of love and kindness. A great lady, the last of her generation in my family. She moved to Washington when I was a young teenager, but she always had a place in my heart. She was the type of relative that would pinch your cheeks with a great big smile. She made you feel loved. I wish I could have spent more time with her, but I'm glad I saw her as much as I did when I was younger.
And yesterday, my 7th & 8th grade teacher, Mrs. Judy Capaldo passed away after a battle with Leukemia. She was a great teacher, a very intelligent woman full of wit and humor. She always treated us with respect and kindness. I'll always remember her willingness to help me out, even after I graduated. I also remember her beautiful voice, and how she used to go up in front of the entire school and sing a rendition of the Hail Mary that I always enjoyed. It's hard to believe she's gone.
I wish I could have been there today at her funeral and rosary, to be there with my brother her other students. I wish I had a chance to see Mrs. Capaldo again and let her know how much I appreciated her, we didn't get her address in time to send her a card before she passed away. I wish I had a chance to see each of these people again and thank them. But all I can do is remember them, and remember to cherish and be thankfull for the people I have in my life while I still have them.
And if you were
With me tonight
I'd sing to you just
One more time
A song for a heart so big
God wouldn't let it live
May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads
The sleepless go
May angels lead you in
Tuesday, January 21, 2003
I am back in Berkeley. As soon as I got here it started raining. I like the rain right?
No architecture studio this semester. No math. No architecture studio or math ever again actually. I look at my schedule and I see the most amazing thing....free time. What will I do with it? Must I get a job? A real job? Quite a predicament for me.....I've been spoiled by already having two dream jobs...an internship for the City of Mountain View planning department....and a freelance history writer for the Mountain View paper. But I need money.
So, I saw Chicago. Lot's of fun. Go see it. Hmmm....that's all for now. Here's to a good, productive semester!
No architecture studio this semester. No math. No architecture studio or math ever again actually. I look at my schedule and I see the most amazing thing....free time. What will I do with it? Must I get a job? A real job? Quite a predicament for me.....I've been spoiled by already having two dream jobs...an internship for the City of Mountain View planning department....and a freelance history writer for the Mountain View paper. But I need money.
So, I saw Chicago. Lot's of fun. Go see it. Hmmm....that's all for now. Here's to a good, productive semester!
Friday, January 10, 2003
Not only did our SoCal trip happen, it managed to go off without a hitch. We crammed a lot of stuff into those 5 days. Thanks to anyone who drove us, fed us, our housed us...especially the families of Kay, Kat, and Eric.
Remember when ABC was bought by Disney and they sent all their sitcoms to Disneyworld? Well...that was sorta of like this trip..but not as corny..I think. The formula pretty much works like this...same cast of characters + whole new locations = possibility for new adventures and wacky hygincs!
To put it as quickly as possible we went to (in order):
Friday - UCSD, Old Town San Diego, Mission Beach at Sunset, Kay's House.
Saturday - Hotel Del Coronado, Balboa Park, Downtown San Diego
Sunday - Erik's House, Downtown Burbank, Palmdale, Kat's House, BJ's House
Monday - Disneyland, California Adventure, Dan's House, Eric's House
Tuesday - The Getty Center.
Jeesh. Lot's of stuff. Lot's of fun. Maybe a little two much backtracking and buttsitting on the highways....but with good music and fun travel companions, hours can go by a lot quicker. It was interesting to jump from San Diego to LA to the Palmdale/Lancaster Area. I can't help but look at cities with a critical eye and compare the places I've been to find examples of what to do...and what not to do when it comes to City Planning. San Diego is..well, it has its act together and has the types of places that make me excited and hopeful about City Planning and Historic Preservation. LA is a big exciting mess of a city. Palmdale/Lancaster....LA part II minus the layer of pre 1950s development that makes parts of LA so memoreable.
Ever since I met Kat she has been the biggest civic booster of her wonderful locale, Palmdale...at the fringe of the Mojave. Now that I've finally been there, what can I say about her desert oasis? She showed us all the landmarks, including the hill where two girls got kidnapped, the mall, the bright lights of the maximum security prison, and BJ's amazing house. By coincidence...I stumbled upon the book "The Geography of Nowhere" in the library yesterday. It talks about the rise and fall of the American city at the hands of our ever growing dependence of the automobile. Flipping through it I came upon this quote regarding the future of cities when we run out of either oil or water ..."Things that were built in absurd locations, like the vast housing tracts outside Los Angeles on the fringe of the Mojave desert, may have to be abandoned."
Hmmm. But the Joshua Trees are cool! (even if Kat thinks they look like the product of earth's vomit). Which reminds me of Candice's description of Downtown LA from the Getty Center...."looks like a giant pimple on a huge face."
Remember when ABC was bought by Disney and they sent all their sitcoms to Disneyworld? Well...that was sorta of like this trip..but not as corny..I think. The formula pretty much works like this...same cast of characters + whole new locations = possibility for new adventures and wacky hygincs!
To put it as quickly as possible we went to (in order):
Friday - UCSD, Old Town San Diego, Mission Beach at Sunset, Kay's House.
Saturday - Hotel Del Coronado, Balboa Park, Downtown San Diego
Sunday - Erik's House, Downtown Burbank, Palmdale, Kat's House, BJ's House
Monday - Disneyland, California Adventure, Dan's House, Eric's House
Tuesday - The Getty Center.
Jeesh. Lot's of stuff. Lot's of fun. Maybe a little two much backtracking and buttsitting on the highways....but with good music and fun travel companions, hours can go by a lot quicker. It was interesting to jump from San Diego to LA to the Palmdale/Lancaster Area. I can't help but look at cities with a critical eye and compare the places I've been to find examples of what to do...and what not to do when it comes to City Planning. San Diego is..well, it has its act together and has the types of places that make me excited and hopeful about City Planning and Historic Preservation. LA is a big exciting mess of a city. Palmdale/Lancaster....LA part II minus the layer of pre 1950s development that makes parts of LA so memoreable.
Ever since I met Kat she has been the biggest civic booster of her wonderful locale, Palmdale...at the fringe of the Mojave. Now that I've finally been there, what can I say about her desert oasis? She showed us all the landmarks, including the hill where two girls got kidnapped, the mall, the bright lights of the maximum security prison, and BJ's amazing house. By coincidence...I stumbled upon the book "The Geography of Nowhere" in the library yesterday. It talks about the rise and fall of the American city at the hands of our ever growing dependence of the automobile. Flipping through it I came upon this quote regarding the future of cities when we run out of either oil or water ..."Things that were built in absurd locations, like the vast housing tracts outside Los Angeles on the fringe of the Mojave desert, may have to be abandoned."
Hmmm. But the Joshua Trees are cool! (even if Kat thinks they look like the product of earth's vomit). Which reminds me of Candice's description of Downtown LA from the Getty Center...."looks like a giant pimple on a huge face."
Thursday, December 26, 2002
Another Christmas, come and gone. My 21st Christmas. Jeesh. Does the 1st one really count? I was less than two months old. Guess so.
It was a nice Christmas. I got to spend some real quality time with my friends during the week before. Kim, Matt, Martin, Josh, lil bro Chris, and I had a fun dinner at Taxi's in Palo Alto on Saturday. Then we all packed into Matt's car to see Christmas lights in Monte Sereno (crazy house there) and Willow Glen. Then Jamie dropped by and we all had a nice get together at my house, played yet another version of Uno and then a great game of Cranium.
Sunday was a false tamale day. No one showed up so we moved it to Monday. Had a birthday dinner for my aunty Cheri. At night, my family and grandparents went to see Christmas lights in Monte Sereno (that crazy house again) and in Vasona Park. After complaining about a guy honking at us on the way there because we were all stuck in a traffic jam......dad goes ahead and accidently sets of the honking siren alarm of my grandpa's van secons after entering the park to see the light displays. That kept us laughing for a good five minutes.
Monday was tamale day. Made tamales. Monday night, Jen rounded me, Martin, and Jamie up....Chris tagged along again too. We had a fun time at Christmas in the Park in Downtown SJ. Then we met up with Josh at Jamie's house to decorate (and eat) Jamie's mom's great Gingerbread cookies. Jamie refused to allow Chris's "evil nick" gingerbread man to remain in her house.....i still don't think he's been eaten yet.
Christmas Eve was different this year because my cousin Jason and his wife Liz were in Oregon with their baby for the first year. We missed having them here. Another break from tradition was a visit my uncle's godparents house. They're really nice people with heavy Italian accents and great senses of humor. When my grandpa Perry was alive, they were best friends with my grandparents. Their house has been completely unchanged since the 1960s.....so cool.....especialy since everything looks new even though it has to be 40+ years old. It was seriously like stepping into a photo from the 60s and sitting down in it for half an hour.
Christmas Day....was something different. All the normal traditions, a tamale dinner, a few games of Santa bingo, a brutal (but fun) game of spoons and uno, pictures on the staircase, video games with my cousins and brother, presents. But thoughts of certain people that were not there put an unexpected damper on the early evening, and thoughts of people that might not be there in the coming years put what many felt was an inappropriate and untimely cloud over the end of what otherwise was a fun family celebration.
Ah well. Nothing is ever perfect, especially in a big family. At least for me, the good outweighed the bad. So much to be thankful for on this Christmas, for my family, my friends, and the great memories we can share from the past few days. (A lot of nice presents too.) Plus, I have more than a month of beautiful beautiful break ahead of me!
So...that's it. A Merry Christmas to All, and to all, a Good Night.
It was a nice Christmas. I got to spend some real quality time with my friends during the week before. Kim, Matt, Martin, Josh, lil bro Chris, and I had a fun dinner at Taxi's in Palo Alto on Saturday. Then we all packed into Matt's car to see Christmas lights in Monte Sereno (crazy house there) and Willow Glen. Then Jamie dropped by and we all had a nice get together at my house, played yet another version of Uno and then a great game of Cranium.
Sunday was a false tamale day. No one showed up so we moved it to Monday. Had a birthday dinner for my aunty Cheri. At night, my family and grandparents went to see Christmas lights in Monte Sereno (that crazy house again) and in Vasona Park. After complaining about a guy honking at us on the way there because we were all stuck in a traffic jam......dad goes ahead and accidently sets of the honking siren alarm of my grandpa's van secons after entering the park to see the light displays. That kept us laughing for a good five minutes.
Monday was tamale day. Made tamales. Monday night, Jen rounded me, Martin, and Jamie up....Chris tagged along again too. We had a fun time at Christmas in the Park in Downtown SJ. Then we met up with Josh at Jamie's house to decorate (and eat) Jamie's mom's great Gingerbread cookies. Jamie refused to allow Chris's "evil nick" gingerbread man to remain in her house.....i still don't think he's been eaten yet.
Christmas Eve was different this year because my cousin Jason and his wife Liz were in Oregon with their baby for the first year. We missed having them here. Another break from tradition was a visit my uncle's godparents house. They're really nice people with heavy Italian accents and great senses of humor. When my grandpa Perry was alive, they were best friends with my grandparents. Their house has been completely unchanged since the 1960s.....so cool.....especialy since everything looks new even though it has to be 40+ years old. It was seriously like stepping into a photo from the 60s and sitting down in it for half an hour.
Christmas Day....was something different. All the normal traditions, a tamale dinner, a few games of Santa bingo, a brutal (but fun) game of spoons and uno, pictures on the staircase, video games with my cousins and brother, presents. But thoughts of certain people that were not there put an unexpected damper on the early evening, and thoughts of people that might not be there in the coming years put what many felt was an inappropriate and untimely cloud over the end of what otherwise was a fun family celebration.
Ah well. Nothing is ever perfect, especially in a big family. At least for me, the good outweighed the bad. So much to be thankful for on this Christmas, for my family, my friends, and the great memories we can share from the past few days. (A lot of nice presents too.) Plus, I have more than a month of beautiful beautiful break ahead of me!
So...that's it. A Merry Christmas to All, and to all, a Good Night.
Wednesday, December 18, 2002
Back in Berkeley for one more day this semester. I don't feel like studying for my city planning final. But, I know if I don't I'm bound to get screwed over and loose my chance to truly dominate this class. Huh. So this will be a short entry.
Monday night went out with Matt, Kim, Martin, and Julia. Tried to go to San Jose's Cheesecake factory...too crowded....ended up at Chevy's (blah). Saw "Anaylze That" fun movie, more fun just to hang out with some of the group again. Looks like a repeat of summer though, Sarah's off to Colorado, Rachel is out in Auburn, Jen is going to be busy or in San Diego. Hopefully those of us that are still in the Valley of Heart's Delight will be able to have a lot of good times over the next month.
Tuesday....didn't do much, went to Shoreline with my grandpa, just walked around to enjoy the brief but beautiful gaps of sunlight between this on-going series of storms. Apparently there's snow on Mt. Hamilton today...and of course I'm in Berkeley. I hope it stays through tomorrow so I can see it....(and maybe try to go up to it).
Monday night went out with Matt, Kim, Martin, and Julia. Tried to go to San Jose's Cheesecake factory...too crowded....ended up at Chevy's (blah). Saw "Anaylze That" fun movie, more fun just to hang out with some of the group again. Looks like a repeat of summer though, Sarah's off to Colorado, Rachel is out in Auburn, Jen is going to be busy or in San Diego. Hopefully those of us that are still in the Valley of Heart's Delight will be able to have a lot of good times over the next month.
Tuesday....didn't do much, went to Shoreline with my grandpa, just walked around to enjoy the brief but beautiful gaps of sunlight between this on-going series of storms. Apparently there's snow on Mt. Hamilton today...and of course I'm in Berkeley. I hope it stays through tomorrow so I can see it....(and maybe try to go up to it).
Monday, December 16, 2002
Sleigh bells ring....are you listening? In the lane...snow is glistening.
Well....the sleigh bells are actually Snicker's new dog collar(it has chili peppers on it! ha!) and ID tag cling-clanging against each other....and the lane is indeed glistening....but from the sea of water that has fallen here since Friday. This storm has been crazy, 50-60mph winds, thunder, lightening, trees are falling everywhere, one of my grandpa's 30 year old rose bushes snapped over, and the power went out most of Saturday evening. But it came back on that night, thank you PG&E. Ah....but it is wonderful to be home.
All the things that I longed for a week ago in this blog have happened in the last two days. I'm typing this in the living room, surrounded by all the decorations and lights that make my house so special during this time of the year. My dad made hot chocolate for my family, we watched a Muppet Christmas Carol (we swear by this version of the classic)....we even braved the rain and went cruising for holiday lights as we waited for our Round Table Pizza to be done. Yum. That was all just yesterday.
Today we've all been working on putting up the Nacimiento next door at my grandparent's house, a family tradition for over 50 years. The Nacimiento is something that my parents, brother and I put up. My grandma used to put it up, but before that my great-grandma put it up. Basically, the nacimiento is a nativity scene. But it's the Mexican version of a nativity scene.....and we go all out. The thing is three tiers of heirloom figures. On the top tier are my great-grandma's manger figures and dozens of "sparkle town" houses she bought in the 1940s...and that we now find out are now valuable collectibles. Perhaps the most impressive feature is the cloth that drapes the entire scene, which we hang hundreds of glass ornaments from. Apparently my great-grandma started doing this, the ornaments represented stars. My dad pointed out today how cool it was that we were hanging up the exact same ornaments my great-grandma hung up so many years ago. It is very cool.
The nacimiento is a lot of work, especially for my mom, who does most of the work. The rest of us have tried to help out a lot more over the past few years so things are a little balanced now. We started it last night and have been working on it all day today....and it's only about half way done. Sometimes people don't realize how much work and time it takes. I remember a few years ago my parents actually considered not putting the Nacimiento up. Too much work, and it seemed like no one else in the family cared about it. But we decided that if anything, it was a really important tradition for us and my grandparents, even if the rest of the Sias bunch took it for granted. And sometimes it feels like they do, and that still dissapoints us.
Yesterday, one of my aunts made a slightly upsetting remark about why we even bother putting it up if its so much work. She probably wasn't entirely serious...but it's still bugs. The Nacimiento is about our culture, and putting it up is a way to honor our culture and our family's past. I'm sure if we didn't put it up, most everyone would miss it and complain that it wasn't there come Tamale Day...(if they even show up on Tamale day). If only they could be a little more appreciative and a little more helpful without us having to take it away. This really should be a thing that the whole family is a part of and trys to take some ownership of. So cousins, if you are reading this....the Nacimiento isn't just my family's tradition, its yours too.
Well....the sleigh bells are actually Snicker's new dog collar(it has chili peppers on it! ha!) and ID tag cling-clanging against each other....and the lane is indeed glistening....but from the sea of water that has fallen here since Friday. This storm has been crazy, 50-60mph winds, thunder, lightening, trees are falling everywhere, one of my grandpa's 30 year old rose bushes snapped over, and the power went out most of Saturday evening. But it came back on that night, thank you PG&E. Ah....but it is wonderful to be home.
All the things that I longed for a week ago in this blog have happened in the last two days. I'm typing this in the living room, surrounded by all the decorations and lights that make my house so special during this time of the year. My dad made hot chocolate for my family, we watched a Muppet Christmas Carol (we swear by this version of the classic)....we even braved the rain and went cruising for holiday lights as we waited for our Round Table Pizza to be done. Yum. That was all just yesterday.
Today we've all been working on putting up the Nacimiento next door at my grandparent's house, a family tradition for over 50 years. The Nacimiento is something that my parents, brother and I put up. My grandma used to put it up, but before that my great-grandma put it up. Basically, the nacimiento is a nativity scene. But it's the Mexican version of a nativity scene.....and we go all out. The thing is three tiers of heirloom figures. On the top tier are my great-grandma's manger figures and dozens of "sparkle town" houses she bought in the 1940s...and that we now find out are now valuable collectibles. Perhaps the most impressive feature is the cloth that drapes the entire scene, which we hang hundreds of glass ornaments from. Apparently my great-grandma started doing this, the ornaments represented stars. My dad pointed out today how cool it was that we were hanging up the exact same ornaments my great-grandma hung up so many years ago. It is very cool.
The nacimiento is a lot of work, especially for my mom, who does most of the work. The rest of us have tried to help out a lot more over the past few years so things are a little balanced now. We started it last night and have been working on it all day today....and it's only about half way done. Sometimes people don't realize how much work and time it takes. I remember a few years ago my parents actually considered not putting the Nacimiento up. Too much work, and it seemed like no one else in the family cared about it. But we decided that if anything, it was a really important tradition for us and my grandparents, even if the rest of the Sias bunch took it for granted. And sometimes it feels like they do, and that still dissapoints us.
Yesterday, one of my aunts made a slightly upsetting remark about why we even bother putting it up if its so much work. She probably wasn't entirely serious...but it's still bugs. The Nacimiento is about our culture, and putting it up is a way to honor our culture and our family's past. I'm sure if we didn't put it up, most everyone would miss it and complain that it wasn't there come Tamale Day...(if they even show up on Tamale day). If only they could be a little more appreciative and a little more helpful without us having to take it away. This really should be a thing that the whole family is a part of and trys to take some ownership of. So cousins, if you are reading this....the Nacimiento isn't just my family's tradition, its yours too.
Saturday, December 14, 2002
Friday the 13th is over. I survived. My grades? Completely up in the air. But it's over....can't do anything about them now. My fate is sealed. So....although I'd rather try to not remember the beginning of the day...the end of the day is something I do not want to ever forget.
I did end up going to San Francisco for dinner tonight with some of my closest friends from studio. We went to celebrate our collective survival, and for me, it was a closing to my architecture studio career here at Berkeley. A bittersweet occassion. Went to Cheesecake factory, Lauren ended up driving some of us. The rain even died down, and the city was all lit up...which was so nice to see (despite the new neon wreaths that replaced the old real one's in Macy's windows on Union Square..Lauren and Leo know how I feel about that.....hehe) We had a really nice, laid back time. I even got my "tons o' fun burger" before the semester ended. We talked and talked about everything and anything, and when the convo died....I'd bring up some random subject like how i'm wearing mismatched socks today....and things would start back up again.
Funny how suddenly friends that were new last year, are good ol' friends at the end of this semester. Leo, Lauren and I, the studio triad (a Celtic thing according to Rory), go waaaaaay back (to CalSo....Cal Student Orientation). Funny how these people that I randomly met ended up being two of my closest friends at Cal. If you two happen to read this....I really appreciate you guys and the times we've spent together. And the people I've met this semester from my studio are just awesome. Lot's of funny and fun memories I'll never forget. Heck, they even dubbed me with a completely random nickname which I shall not utter here cause I know some of my other friends will adopt it to annoy me. Heck, Flavia and Rory even made up a song. It's sad that I won't have studio or perhaps even classes with many of them again....I really hope we are able to stay close.
The get together at Lauren's house after was also fun in a quirky way. Flavia's instinence that I tell my ghost stories, after I claimed that I tell good ghost stories, completely changed the tone of the evening, and I think most of us that were awake when we started talking about that subject are thoroughly freaked out tonight. But that's always a fun conversation to have....or at least exciting. I'm thankful Erik hasn't gone home yet because I wouldn't do so well being in the room alone right now. I hope Lauren sleeps well in her old somewhat haunted looking house, Flavia too. On the ride home, everything was "creepy" or "freaking us out." Hehe. Good times.
It's almost four o' clock am. I'm going back to Mountain View in the morning.and staying there until at most Tuesday (last final on Wed.) I'm starting to get tired just now. Today has been a very long day. But no matter what happens with my finals, it will be a good long day to remember thanks to the people that helped get me through some of the hardest work I've ever done. Thanks guys. Goodnight.
I did end up going to San Francisco for dinner tonight with some of my closest friends from studio. We went to celebrate our collective survival, and for me, it was a closing to my architecture studio career here at Berkeley. A bittersweet occassion. Went to Cheesecake factory, Lauren ended up driving some of us. The rain even died down, and the city was all lit up...which was so nice to see (despite the new neon wreaths that replaced the old real one's in Macy's windows on Union Square..Lauren and Leo know how I feel about that.....hehe) We had a really nice, laid back time. I even got my "tons o' fun burger" before the semester ended. We talked and talked about everything and anything, and when the convo died....I'd bring up some random subject like how i'm wearing mismatched socks today....and things would start back up again.
Funny how suddenly friends that were new last year, are good ol' friends at the end of this semester. Leo, Lauren and I, the studio triad (a Celtic thing according to Rory), go waaaaaay back (to CalSo....Cal Student Orientation). Funny how these people that I randomly met ended up being two of my closest friends at Cal. If you two happen to read this....I really appreciate you guys and the times we've spent together. And the people I've met this semester from my studio are just awesome. Lot's of funny and fun memories I'll never forget. Heck, they even dubbed me with a completely random nickname which I shall not utter here cause I know some of my other friends will adopt it to annoy me. Heck, Flavia and Rory even made up a song. It's sad that I won't have studio or perhaps even classes with many of them again....I really hope we are able to stay close.
The get together at Lauren's house after was also fun in a quirky way. Flavia's instinence that I tell my ghost stories, after I claimed that I tell good ghost stories, completely changed the tone of the evening, and I think most of us that were awake when we started talking about that subject are thoroughly freaked out tonight. But that's always a fun conversation to have....or at least exciting. I'm thankful Erik hasn't gone home yet because I wouldn't do so well being in the room alone right now. I hope Lauren sleeps well in her old somewhat haunted looking house, Flavia too. On the ride home, everything was "creepy" or "freaking us out." Hehe. Good times.
It's almost four o' clock am. I'm going back to Mountain View in the morning.and staying there until at most Tuesday (last final on Wed.) I'm starting to get tired just now. Today has been a very long day. But no matter what happens with my finals, it will be a good long day to remember thanks to the people that helped get me through some of the hardest work I've ever done. Thanks guys. Goodnight.
Monday, December 09, 2002
Ya, I'm in a strange mood. I'm easily irretable and agitated. I find myself both tired and awake, bored and overwhelmed at the same time. Studio is over and this is the aftermath of working non stop for the past month. I feel slightly disconnected from my non-studio friends here, and I really don't have the time to reconnect because the gigantic dark cloud of Friday the 13th, the day of my stats and music final, looms ahead.
The fact that all my grades (except city planning....A+ baby) are entirely up in the air right now has me very nervous. I've worked so damn hard in stats and studio, and to be unsure what my grades are this late is tough. And my music class was a joke, I felt like I wasted units taking that class. Now I have to force myself to care about it for the sake of my GPA. These two finals are very important, and they both are on the same day. I'm having a tough time figuring out how to balance the study load.
And of course there's this weird feeling of being homesick from studio......you spend so much time with one group of people, and even though it can unbelievably hardwork, you still miss their company. It's like coming home from war. What I really need is a break between now and finals to readjust, but I won't get that. Gotta shift gears and jump right from the studio to the study wagon.
And ...being in Berkeley during the month of Decemeber is painfull. It just does not feel like Christmas here, especially in the dorms. There are no Christmas lights except on Telegraph Avenue (which smells like shit when it rains....which it is). TV Christmas specials, movies, and songs seem hallow when your watching or listening to them by yourself in your dorm room instead of with family and surrounded by the warmth of home.
And there's so many little things at home that I miss. My mom does a fantastic job of decorating the house despite her tough work schedule, and I miss seeing that when I wake up in the morning. I'd like to help set up the Nacimiento. I'd like to have my dad make hot chocolate in the evening and watch Christmas movies with my whole family. I'd like to go outside and stand in front of our house and admire the lights and explore other neighborhoods to see how they've decorated for the holidays. Heck, I even have a hankering to go to church. And most importantly, I'd like to be there for my grandparents, especially my grandpa, during this tough week for him. Time is precious, especially time with my grandparents.
So I'm anxious to go home. Even more anxious to get these finals over with. Come Friday some huge weights will be lifted off my shoulders, and if things go as planned I might go to SF with my studio section to celebrate our collective survival and the holidays. Maybe then it'll start to feel a little more like Christmas here in Berkeley.
The fact that all my grades (except city planning....A+ baby) are entirely up in the air right now has me very nervous. I've worked so damn hard in stats and studio, and to be unsure what my grades are this late is tough. And my music class was a joke, I felt like I wasted units taking that class. Now I have to force myself to care about it for the sake of my GPA. These two finals are very important, and they both are on the same day. I'm having a tough time figuring out how to balance the study load.
And of course there's this weird feeling of being homesick from studio......you spend so much time with one group of people, and even though it can unbelievably hardwork, you still miss their company. It's like coming home from war. What I really need is a break between now and finals to readjust, but I won't get that. Gotta shift gears and jump right from the studio to the study wagon.
And ...being in Berkeley during the month of Decemeber is painfull. It just does not feel like Christmas here, especially in the dorms. There are no Christmas lights except on Telegraph Avenue (which smells like shit when it rains....which it is). TV Christmas specials, movies, and songs seem hallow when your watching or listening to them by yourself in your dorm room instead of with family and surrounded by the warmth of home.
And there's so many little things at home that I miss. My mom does a fantastic job of decorating the house despite her tough work schedule, and I miss seeing that when I wake up in the morning. I'd like to help set up the Nacimiento. I'd like to have my dad make hot chocolate in the evening and watch Christmas movies with my whole family. I'd like to go outside and stand in front of our house and admire the lights and explore other neighborhoods to see how they've decorated for the holidays. Heck, I even have a hankering to go to church. And most importantly, I'd like to be there for my grandparents, especially my grandpa, during this tough week for him. Time is precious, especially time with my grandparents.
So I'm anxious to go home. Even more anxious to get these finals over with. Come Friday some huge weights will be lifted off my shoulders, and if things go as planned I might go to SF with my studio section to celebrate our collective survival and the holidays. Maybe then it'll start to feel a little more like Christmas here in Berkeley.
Thursday, December 05, 2002
EricE823: haha nick
Auto response from Nap98: how's this for jargon:
I'm up at the sleep deprivation chamber (aka wuster) deconstructing my final model because the tectonics of my material selection was not architectonic enough. My selection of tan museum board for ground treatment clouded the original poetics of my parti and I need to build a new one out of brown chip board with acetone transfer on my old topo.
whoopa.
EricE823: your away message is hilarious, although i feel for you
EricE823: : what the hell are u talking about?
EricE823: : crazy architecture jargon
For those of you that were curious, the acetone transfer was a bust and I just decided to use the back of my biggie jumbo as the ground cover for my model.
(And before any of you dirty dirty people say anything, a biggie jumbo is a large drawing pad.)
Final project status:
Site Plan - done
Cross Section - done
Longitudal Section - done
Final model - far frome done.
Presentation board - what presentation board?
Presentation Outline - I have to say something?
Auto response from Nap98: how's this for jargon:
I'm up at the sleep deprivation chamber (aka wuster) deconstructing my final model because the tectonics of my material selection was not architectonic enough. My selection of tan museum board for ground treatment clouded the original poetics of my parti and I need to build a new one out of brown chip board with acetone transfer on my old topo.
whoopa.
EricE823: your away message is hilarious, although i feel for you
EricE823: : what the hell are u talking about?
EricE823: : crazy architecture jargon
For those of you that were curious, the acetone transfer was a bust and I just decided to use the back of my biggie jumbo as the ground cover for my model.
(And before any of you dirty dirty people say anything, a biggie jumbo is a large drawing pad.)
Final project status:
Site Plan - done
Cross Section - done
Longitudal Section - done
Final model - far frome done.
Presentation board - what presentation board?
Presentation Outline - I have to say something?
Tuesday, December 03, 2002
The pendulem swings again. I either hate studio or I sorta like it. Right now I sorta like it. I still have four days to finish my final project so things aren't as rushed as usual. One of the four things I have due, a section, was completed and to my amazement....given the thumbs up by my section leader.
I enjoy spending time with my studio friends. We can talk about anything and everything....even our projects and architecture sometimes. I'll miss them a lot. It's weird that this is my last week.
I told my grandpa about studio, he said it sounds a lot like going to war. I agree! My studio section is my platoon. We go through hell together. My section leader, our my sergeant. We love to hate him, but in reality he's a good guy who wants to guide us and help us out. Our mission in this war....finish our final projects before Sunday. Hopefully I can yell mission accomplished before Saturday night.
I enjoy spending time with my studio friends. We can talk about anything and everything....even our projects and architecture sometimes. I'll miss them a lot. It's weird that this is my last week.
I told my grandpa about studio, he said it sounds a lot like going to war. I agree! My studio section is my platoon. We go through hell together. My section leader, our my sergeant. We love to hate him, but in reality he's a good guy who wants to guide us and help us out. Our mission in this war....finish our final projects before Sunday. Hopefully I can yell mission accomplished before Saturday night.