12
Jun
Observations from a year on the edge.
There’s a place I go at the end of the year. That suspended, ethereal place between Christmas and New
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Writings
12
Jun
With cantaloupe, eat ice cream.
For those times when you’re pinching pennies:
One ripe cantaloupe, transported from as far away as possible. Halved, seeds
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12
Jun
For the love of good farmers.
Apples, cherries, grapes, and hops. I am fascinated with agriculture.
Wonder worked its way down my spine while I looked
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12
Jun
Wednesday, April 13. The shoes I wore to meet the architect.
Living in a trailer isn’t so bad. That’s what I like to tell myself, anyway. I moved into
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12
Jun
Saturday, March 26th. The shoes I wore to meet the builder.
Numbers are scary. Numbers signifying your weight, your blood pressure, your bank account balance, your age. Numbers, as it turns
2 min read
12
Jun
A Second Sunday. A first month.
I didn’t know of Jim Haynes until I read about him this week in Leo Hollis’s Cities Are
2 min read
12
Jun
On starchitects, domestic violence, and the Stockholm Syndrome.
Le Corbusier. Frank Lloyd Wright. Louis Kahn. Great architects. Lauded visionaries. Master womanizers and manipulators. The film “My Architect”, a
3 min read
12
Jun
Friday, December 11. The shoes I wore to meet the architect.
I like wood. Concrete. Tile. Marble. Steel. Mullioned glass. I especially like concrete formed to look like wood. Will likes
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12
Jun
Friday, November 6th. The shoes I wore to meet the architect.
You learn a lot about things you didn’t know you didn’t know when designing a house. Like shear
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12
Jun
A Second Sunday. An Eleventh Month.
Butter yellow formica isn’t a material you see everyday. Unless you’re at my house. Our dining room table
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