a change of pace.
i’m ready for one.
it’s a good thing family time and home-made food and my cushiony bed are just two days away.
and as fall quarter comes to a close, i’m not sure how to feel about it.
was it good? whole-heartedly.
was it bad? definitely.
was it both? inevitably.
at this point, fall 2009 is a conglomeration of people and emotions and things left undone.
i will elaborate in three weeks.
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leaving studio early was an excellent decision
this place is absolutely wonderful. a living room of sorts, home to english majors who write ten-page papers about poets, home to math majors who play chess-like games i have never heard of, home to architecture students who need an escape from flourescently-lit studio cages.
i feel no judgement here, and i feel no inclination to judge because this place catches people at all stages of life — a pastor and his children chat one table away from a college couple clad in black. i am thoroughly impressed.
because the architecture here is not impressive at all.
once-white paint is aging into a respectable yellow, the windows are boasting with their unfinished wood moldings, and these light fixtures were undoubtedly purchased from a 1970’s sear’s catalog. the wood flooring is an exception. it has aged well, echoing the sound of foot steps in the way i’m sure God designed our feet to sound–we are all travelers with agendas, and yet we all wander without any real clue.
how do you design a place as wonderful as this: a place that catches restless five-year-olds and studious graduate students, coffee lovers and tea lovers, happy-go-lucky chatterboxes and somber space cadets? we are all caught and content here, by an architecture that is subtle and an architecture that instantly induces “at home” nostalgia.
it is whispering incredible secrets.
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i am on a shelf.
it’s times like these when i wish i had saved all my notes from writing college admissions essays.
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