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|Friday, January 23rd, 2015|
15 years of random, sporadic, often ridiculous LJ posting.
15 years older, wiser, and certainly more beardy.
15 years full of crazy adventures, growth, and determined existence.
15 years people!!!! Where has the time gone????
|Friday, March 2nd, 2012|
|Sunday, February 24th, 2008|
| 14 year recurring dream.....
So I thought I would post a recurring dream I have been having for at least 14 years now. This dream used to happen at least once a month, sometimes as much as 5 or 6 times a month. I thought it was gone forever, as I haven't experienced it in over a year recently, but it has resurfaced.....and strangly, I'm rather grateful. Forgive my grammar and typing in the following manuscript, as it's formatted more along the lines of a conscious stream of thought. Alright, here we go.
So it starts off in the air, its a cool night...clear as can be..my view is always coming down from the sky, approaching a city from above....a very large city...metropolis...much like NYC... many skyscrapers.. i can see all the detail come into focus as I approach the city..mind you im not a person flying...the view is just a camera view.. so this view comes down into the city, flying in and out of buildings. All across the city there is a celebration going on...much like a new years party..confetti everywhere. The streets are FILLED with noise and laughter and an immense amount of people. The view starts moving up this one skyscraper... its a few stories higher than the others in its area.. the building itself is an art deco/nouveau/gothic twist.. i can 'see' all the detail on the building as the camera pans up the side... then it gets to the top..the penthouse.. the view moves in and there is a party going on. It's a loft space, this penthouse... its a very open, very spacious penthouse with an almost transparent glass wall that separates the interior from the exterior...a pool sits outside, reflecting off the loft...its hard to separate what is inside from what is outside...yet it all has a very urban, industrial feel...people are making there way in and out of the interior...through the glass to the outside...and there is a song playing... the song is quite strange, as it came around 3 or 4 years into the dream....but it was VERY similiar to the song Sonique-It feels so Good...... although I didn't hear it on the radio 2 years after i heard it in my dream..... the song was so similiar the very first time I heard that song in the radio I had to pull over to the side of the road because I started having what seemed like flashbacks of my dream while I was awake, while i was driving. This song INSTANTLY triggered the dream. I could 'see' every detail while I was awake.. so the view pans inside...and there is a man and a woman dancing in the crowd of people....but they are so focused on each other ....almost as if they are in their own world... then I realize: The man is ME. So I look at him and realize that its me, but it isnt: this guy has a different body, dresses in attire very differnet from my own, but he moves like me...his rhythm is how I think...how I feel.. its ME...just a different look.The view starts to pan around the woman and 'I' dancing. 360 degrees around, ever so slowly... I can feel how she thinks...we mesh so well mentally, words aren't even needed or used....we're so much on the same plane of thought that our acknowledgement of each others existence is enough for us to understand one another. They are very into each other, almost to the point of infatuation, but not quite. I know how she thinks, yet I can't see what she is GOING to think, although what she does think I immediately connect with. I have this concentration on the movement of 'her' body, a feeling that the movements are foreign to me. I [as the view] start to circle around them, to catch a glimpse of the face of this woman... I can see her height, smaller than i; 5'9", possibly 5'10" [I'm 6'4"]. Her hair is long and a dark brown, almost black, with a slight wave to it. She has the grace of a swan, but here is the clincher: I have NEVER seen her face. Never. I catch an ear, a sillouhette, her lips as they brush against my neck, her hands, her neck, but never really her face. That is how it usually ends, panning around 'the dance', everything fades out. The dream is entirely concentrated on the couple. The feeling I get as I look at myself in this setting is that it is exactly where I want to be; its the home that i want to have, its the attire i want to dress in. It has never changed, not even a lil bit. Only more and more detail has been added over the years.
One last thought about the woman: I can't predict her. I can't say what shes going to say, but when she says it, I agree. On a side note: I can predict myself. I know how I'll act in given situations, just because I *know* that about me.
*I recorded this a few years ago, and I must admit, I have seen the womans face a couple times, but something was different with the dream; colors were off, details were a bit skewed, it's like the 'face' I saw was almost forced into the dream. The 'force' may have come through a number of channels, but it definitely wasn't bad. It just seemed like an alternate state of the norm.
Anyway, there ya go.
|Wednesday, September 27th, 2006|
The Texas Book Depository looks much more sinister at night, doesn't it?
And a lil obligatory Frankie Wright action....
|Friday, December 2nd, 2005|
|No Hat - Day 1
After 3 gallons of paint stripper, 2 crowbars, a machete and a tub of crisco, I managed to pry my hat from my head and placed it in my closet, along with all other various headpieces. If this wasn't so easy, I'd say this is the dumbest bet I've ever made. And where the hell am I supposed to put my sunglasses now?
Maybe I can wear my lucha libre mask instead. Maybe.
P.S. Next time any of you are in Dubai, or maybe even Islamabad, please take a look around; here in a about a year I'll have a total of 1600 homes of my design built over there. Good times!
|Monday, October 31st, 2005|
|Alright, okay, you win....
Lemme start out by saying our Halloween Party = Very Yes. I don't think we had *quite* the turn out we had last year, but all in all we really had our sh!t together. Aside from my mugs suicide dive into the sink, I had an absolute blast. Faces old and new, heavy boozin and great conversations......what more could you ask for? And of course, there's no way this could have happened without our crew. No way, no how. We got this shit down, and that's no joke.
Next up to bat: NHRA, Taliesin West, then Thanksgiving. Should prove to be an eventful November. I've been starving lately to get my hands on a genuine piece of decent architecture; something void of misdirection, something to manipulate my psyche in a way only a sense of space can do. Rectilinear, curvilinear, displacement, compression, release.....give me something. Anything. Ando's solemn vows to the earth, OMAs perversion of form, even Scofidio's divinity of space......
It's all so very real. Cause & effect aside; affection is where I'm at.
|Tuesday, September 6th, 2005|
Here it is. You ready foh dis?
5 stadiums. 5 days. 1 crazy trip.
Camden Yards (Orioles) - 9/7
PNC Park (Pirates) - 9/8
Citizens Bank Park (Phillies) - 9/9
RFK Stadium (Nationals) - 9/10
FedEx Field (Bears/Redskins) - 9/11
And mustn't we forget: Fallingwater.
Departure in T-6 hours. The countdown has begun.
I bid you all adieu.
|Friday, August 19th, 2005|
|Friday, May 6th, 2005|
I shaved off my mustache this morning.
I was a bit weary of how it would look, since my chops are rather large.
All I have to say is...........go Abe Lincoln!
|Sunday, May 1st, 2005|
|Tuesday, April 26th, 2005|
Made it to Chicago.
Made it to Indianapolis.
Made it to Athens, Greece.
Didn't make it to Dubai.
Advice for the day: When then contractors in your pre-meeting tell you the proposed site you'll be working at is 'unavailable', you don't ask questions.
I ask them if Dubai was closed, they didn't find it funny.
Note to self: FLight to Athens, 22 hours in Athens(8 of which were meetings), then flight back to the states........NOT as good as advertised.
|Thursday, March 3rd, 2005|
Aaron said my beef jerky has herpes. Now he wants me to put the herpes side against my tongue.
|Friday, February 4th, 2005|
Oh Noes!!! I lost mah gum!!!
It'll prolly end up on my pants. After the wash. Ruined.
|Thursday, November 11th, 2004|
|The world goes 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round....
yet so many things remain the same.
As erratic and/or sporadic as this wonderous life is, it's a relief to identify greater constants and actually pull contentment from said constants. I do find myself turning somewhat pessimistic as time marches on, not because dreams are thwarted, or ideas are extinguished, but because I do take comfort in knowing certain instances in this universe cannot happen. Period. Scenarios have been played through, and having the ability to predict outcome has made me more wise in the process. This feels good.
No worries, I also have no idea what I'm babbling about. In other news:
If you need a house designed, you come to me.
If you need a dental office designed, you come to me.
If you need furniture built, you come to me.
If you need autoCAD/3DMax work done, you come to me.
If you need an ear for listening, you come to me.
If you need a great big bear hug, you come to me.
If you need gardengnomes, check Wal-Mart, aisle 9, by the pink flamingos.
|Friday, March 5th, 2004|
|Monday, February 2nd, 2004|
|Sunday, January 18th, 2004|
|Tuesday, December 9th, 2003|
Driving home in just a smidgen of traffic while singing your favorite songs as loud as humanly possible.
|Monday, December 1st, 2003|
|Wednesday, July 16th, 2003|
Another residence of my design completed construction today.
I approached the home, as I always do, took a deep breath, scanned the entire elevation, all 36 feet of it..... took another breath..... walked up to the corner of the home and proceeded to do what I always do when I complete a creation....
I hugged my building.
Under my one hand surged cool, smooth concrete while under the other was the warmth of freshly planed redwood. It was only 3 months earlier that this creation was a moment frame skeleton and a heaping mass of lumber, all inevitably reaching for the sky, structure streched wide for all to see....
And only 2 months prior to that this was an empty lot. Dirt, thistles and a decrepit olive tree. I picked up an olive branch, made my peace with the site, and thoughtfully promised the world that I would bestow upon it a creation; not just a creation, but a creation from the depths of my mind that would ultimately define not only the context it was to be released in, but define my own visions, REfine rather, the very process that would conclude in a 1.1 million dollar tangible object.
And I did just that.
In other news, I've decided on UCLA for my masters. I've waited long enough. Next summer, new administration or no, I'll be a student once again.
Lessee whatelse whatelse... Vegas last weekend, MOCA the weekend prior, US Open of surfing in a couple weeks, Monterey historics a couple after that....
Not too busy;)