airborn:

Somehow the words topography, architecture, sacredness, containment, relationships, cosmology seem to be stewing. The development of a sacred architecture which explains its unique topography---an architecture which reveals and becomes a description of a structured entity, showing the relations among its components (the people directly involved, those indirectly affected, and the world around it).

At the same time exploring this idea of containers---we package everything (milk, breath strips, computer hard drives, flowers) and have all kinds of methods of holding these packages together (scotch tape, metal hinges, curled ribbons). What is the perfect container for sacred architecture—and how should it be fastened?

Although it has not been completely formulated, and still seems to be in the form of a vague cloud, I hope that you can understand my interest in sacred architecture, mapping its relationships to the world of today, the need to understand what type of container should hold it and devising a method to keep its sacredness contained within.

i got a note from an old man today...
it made me smile when he showed me his xmas tree named "imit":

playing in the snow, a cat braving the car trip, my sun-kissed xmas tree, amazingly tall things of this world:

the wonderment of first-time ice-skating:

california, here i come - flowers on trees, karmannghias, and brother await:

an architect must be:

i want a mini-running-robot: QRIO

my great find for the day: introversion3.0

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my Architect : a son's journey

louis I. kahn, born on my birthday, found in the subways of new yourk, penniless and nameless...is this what the future behold for us architects-to-be....is it then better that we contain our ideas and die with a name in our pocketbook of twenty-dollar bills...

...of course not, us pisces would die of the explosion that passion and desire continuously burns inside---even if it means losing everything this world holds dear...

i have to find where in d.c. this movie is playing.

skylights

bus ride

july 5 moma

home again home again jiggety jog

So, it has finally happened---I’m an animator!---oh yeah, baby---(shoo-be-do! Just excited as I stayed till the teensy-wee hours of bedtime hours, moving cameras and targets in my 3d city. Although still elemental, and not ready for l.o.t.r. which came out even as my eyes were growing weary in front of the object of my affection (my 19” lcd monitor, of course). Anyhow, waking up was not such a chore this morning, despite the frigid temperatures and dreary greyness outside, as I was so hippity-hoppy with the thought maybe my 40 second movie has finished creating itself…but alas, it was sleepy as well from the 6 hours of rendering…2 more hours, then the computator can rest till arrive to make the final adjustments, only to go through the excruciatingly long process again this evening. Rest well, computator, till tonight we meet again.

Soon I will be an animation god just like Doug Chiag himself. Link over to the mini-quiktime-trailer here: Robota

Awesome...never thought I'd actually use that word...but nonetheless, heavenly awesome.

topography:
1. detailed, precise description of a place or region
2. graphic representation of the surface features of a place or region on a map, indicating their relative positions and deviations
3. a description of a structured entity, showing the relations among its components; In the topography of the economy, several areas are revealed.
4. the surface features of a place or region, the surfaces features of an object, the topography of a crystal, the surveying of the features of a place or region
5. the study or description of an anatomical region or part

a book of particular interest to me:
Booklounge: You Are Here . Personal Geographies and Other Maps of the Imagination

explanations of the book:
Wired Article: Atlas of the Mind

"Literature - art wed to thought, attained without the stain of reality - seems to me to be the goal toward which every human effort ought to strive, if that effort were really human and not an animal superfluity. I think that to say a thing is to retain its virtue and throw out its terror. Fields are greener in the saying than they are in their own verdure. Flowers, if they are described with phrases that could define them in the air of imagination, will have colors of a permanence that cellular life does not permit.

To move is to live, to speak is to survive. There is nothing real in life that is not real because someone described it well. Critics from small houses usually point out that such and such a poem, finely rhymed, doesn't, in the last analysis, mean anything more than it's a nice day. But to say that it's a nice day is difficult, and the nice day itself passes. So we have to save the nice day in a flordi, prolix memory and thus constellate the fields or the heavens of empty and ephemeral exteriority with new flowers or new stars.

Everything is what we are, and everything will be for those who follow us in the diversity of time in accordance with how intensely we imagined it, that is, how immensely we had put it in our bodies with our imagination and really been it. I don't believe that history is anything more, in its grand, faded panorama, than a flow of interpretations, a confused consensus of distracted testimonies. The novelist is all of us, and we narrate when we see, because seeing is as complex as everything else.

I have at this moment so many fundamental thoughts, so many truly metaphysical things to say, that I suddenly get tired and decide not to write anymore, not to think any more, but to allow the fever of speaking to make me sleepy, and with my eyes closed, like a cat, I play with everything I could have said."

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet, [276]

5th grader drawings interpreting Radiohead songs

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Kewl! A dc metro map that allows me to Smartrip my way to nearby bloggers...one shall not feel so lost in this cyberworld afterall...people say that the internet gives us anew sense of connectivity....I disagree--an overwhleming feeling of roaming in random space, which has no limits, no boundaries leaves me feeling as if I were a tourist---surrounded by millions of passer-byers yet no interaction, no friendly hello, just excuse me's and excuse you's. Onto El Mapo!