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Architect, aphorist, Anaximandrist. Delirious ekphrast. MacDowell Fellow-in-Exile. H H Richardson idolator. “Unabridged paranoid hippy monologues.” Going as Vampire Catweazle. 25 pp in JSAH v68 no1 Mar ‘09 https://wright-robinson-architects.com/home.html
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Yes. More like Gru, I think.

Not Ironman, Gru.

For “sycophant,” now read “psychophant.”

Mood, sans the resignation. Perhaps that will come later? The surgent American crypto/xto-‘ascism is a twelve-step program of sorts. “Hello my name is ______ and I’m addicted to Literacy, the Scientific Method, Medicare For All, and Equal Rights.”

Love this shed as an expression of economical Maritime building traditions: the impulse to suppress the articulation of massing in favour of the weathertight surface, and to group openings together into a single interruption of that skin. Absolutely fucking perfect. Neils Harbour, Nova Scotia

An undergrad at MIT has used synchrotron tomography and AI to decipher a scroll excavated at Herculaneum. What she has found is an extended fragment of a previously unknown and notably bawdy Homeric work entitled Rosie Fingered Dawn. “This is the first instance of a long-anticipated Ancient Greek po

Feeling, at some level, that I don’t *deserve* a dog. Even though the sun has in fact come up again. (“No no you’re confused…the horizon is setting…”) Heads, I adopt a pup. Tails I adopt a therapist.

Not here to escape. We don’t deserve to escape. Vampire Catweasel expects to go down with the rest of the bawling herd.

Another personal favourite from the current #GrimArtRetrospective 😍 Gorbals Tenements, Glasgow by John Seymour Godden (1930 - 1999)

The Creaking, a poem written by Ian McMillan for the Outsiders Project on homelessness and substandard housing. You can see him reading the poem in the art video ‘Stuck on the Spin Cycle’ which is in the touring exhibition.

Ahhhhhhhhh Lighting! I remember lighting

Continuing Ed for architects is notoriously agonizing, but this last session OMfG. Presenter was *everything* plastic sales demands an individual be: willfully ignorant, evasive, and unashamed. I had the urge to self-harm so I ate carbs.

It is the achy-breaky bit of the day. The sun set with every show of malice, as if to say “I do mean it. This time.”

Healthcare so precious and unattainable as to amount to pre-mortem theater.

As James Baldwin said, we are being led by people who do not believe in death, and so they cannot face the limited reality of their own lives nor can they imagine the preciousness of the ordinary lives of others.

There is a white-collar Proletariat.

Hypothesis: when Santorini blew like Krakatoa, the waves harmlessly spared people out on boats but killed a percentage of their families living along the shore. Abrupt population decline and disruption of ownership, fisheries and trade within 2 generations ended Minoan culture and its line of Kings.

Stanley Marcus refused to sell milk chocolate at Neiman Marcus because he thought it to be a yokel taste. Sad to say, I can be every bit as disagreeably judgmental about color in architecture. Blue, for instance, should be used sparingly—if at all—on the exteriors of houses. I forbid it.

NB: when Santorini blew like Krakatoa several thousand years ago it destroyed the Minoan culture on Crete. The Mycenaeans remained. Where will the waves focus this time?

Take it from me. Once you’ve got your first few thousand millions the rest is gravy

Syllogism #1 If to intentionally “blot” in an archive is a criminal political act, and if the archive of this our late technological culture is primarily digital, then for politicians to deploy imps to destroy or otherwise muck about with government databases is a form of criminal conspiracy.

Towards a unified theory of #circulation: blood is red-shifted in the arteries while receding from the heart, and blue-shifted in the veins, while approaching the heart. #relativity #physics #anatomy

Hibernate to escape, you urge? Even asleep, buried ‘neath the futile marl of my natal earth, I’d hear the sound of bright-edged short shovels trenching above.

ChatGPT bullshat its way through a few paragraphs on the characters Jet, Greet, and Els in Mason & Dixon. It brightened noticeably when asked if Jet Greet and Els would be good names for a trio of kittycats. It seems they would, yes.

Studiolo on this snowy afternoon. Again with the crushing fatigue…

Incandescent smile.

Hochul has the power, if not perhaps the strength. If she can’t find the strength, she’ll find she’s lost the power. (This was our lesson if not hers.)

@letterboxd.social My last 4: Only Lovers Left Alive Eraserhead Frances Ha The American Astronaut

It’s apparent that what Villeneuve needed was Eric Roth.

A crowded wall in the studiolo