Friday, October 4th. The shoes I wore to meet the architect....
would have been these boots had I actually met him. I didn’t, though. Mark came by the house last
Tuesday, September 17th. The shoes I wore to meet the architect....
were white again, but suede this time. With black bows. Purchased at a little boutique in the Hamden neighborhood of
He Swims the Salish Sea.
On the water was a man, bobbing like a thread. White arm flashing rhythmically, legs watercolored shadows, scissors under the
On architecture, skeuomorphism, and "peopled" spaces.
Architect William J. Hirsch Jr, in his book Designing Your Perfect House, expounds on the necessity of the artisanal and
The shoes I wore to meet the architect....
were weathered white oxfords with robin’s egg blue wingtips. Shoes with a point-of-view. To design a house is an
On how engineers and scientists are like guardian angels.
“Wasn’t that a miracle? she remarked. Her guardian angels were with her that day.” Those were the words of
A writer's writer.
To write well, one must read well. I listened to a great interview with David Sedaris on Fresh Air this
Who designed that high chair?
In its most recent iteration, the New York Times Sunday Magazine (one of my favorite publications) has a column titled
On leaning in.
Dear Sheryl Sandberg,
I read about your book. The one where you tell women in technology to “lean in”. The
