Adrienna's bday.

















i learned from adrienna that there really are those people, who have grown up so constantly surrounded by an almost entirely man made environment, that they are actually (yes actually, you can ask her, and she will admit it) afraid . . . of grass. compelled to run from one of our nation's most majestic parks because 'it felt funny to not walk on concrete.' (okay, she didn't really say that word for word, i added the quotes for dramatic emphasis, but you get the point.) and, take my word for it, if you make her dinner, go heavy on the biscuits, and light on the butter.
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nyc.

so. . . when we moved ourselves out of manhattan, and into the wilds of williamsburg (brooklyn) what we didn't fully have a grasp on, was the inconsistency of train service on the weekends via our prime source of transportation, the highly scourged 'L.' On those weekends when the train is oh, so inconveniently not running, we hike ourselves down to the JMZ, another train that manhattanites infrequently frequent. this is the hewes stop, which by the way, has a great bar/restaurant directly underneath it, that everyone (everyone!) should check out: moto http://circa1938.com/



















when i first moved myself to new york much of the reason i was so long detained in san francisco had to do with the office space we now inhabit being fully occupied by 50+ employees of some other company. so, we took up shop on the south edge of soho (really that slightly grey area where soho and chinatown begin to overlap.) we found ourselves in the third floor of a building with an only chinese speaking doorman who was very agreeable, 'yes' he would answer to any question posed him, working, the three of us, around a 4 x 8 piece of plywood on sawhorses. The neighborhood is incredible. oh, how i miss it. so i took some friends to a couple of my favorite places to go look open-mouthed and wide-eyed at beautiful things that i can not afford and snapped a picture while i was there.


http://deveraobjects.com/

"within all objects there lies an inherent beauty. As time passes, this singular quality becomes an expression of the simplicity of form, function, and placement . . . a sensitivity to nature and its truths."
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boston. 1/14 and 1/15.


umbrellas. i never owned one until a moved here. now they are such a constant presence in my life. and when it rains, they come out in force, not just being carried over people heads, or under their arms, but stacked in carts on street corners for sale, piled in bins at entrances to restaurants, scattered fully opened in order to dry in homes and offices, and somehow, most memorably, for me, in tatters and heaps and as shattered remnants of their former selves in gutters and on sidewalks and filling trashcans throughout the city. one day i will discover some ingenious use for this prolifery of interesting mechanisms, but for now, i'll enjoy the photograph of this installation of umbrellas that was probably instigated by some other similar line of eccentric reasoning.

beautiful kate, looking very much like she should be a character in some children's book, it was cold on this boston weekend. jason and i trekked up there, met kate and zach, wandered the town and bit, enjoyed an incredible meal of middle eastern cuisine and a tour of both harvard and mit. thanks again, kate and zach.

so i snapped this for kate. she rides the chinatown bus so often, 'i feel as if' she has spent a lot of time staring at this sight.

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who says oklahoma doesn't have mountains? the mountain.

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fourth of july. smardo.









me (1), smardo (2), and pollyanna (3). smardo came to visit us on fourth of july. we had a party to celebrate his presence. smardo is an old college friend (am i old enough to say that, yet?) a true sagittarius: optimistic, jovial, honest, carefree, freedom-loving. pollyanna is a new friend. a terrific girl that i met through architecture for humanity. she knows more than anyone i know about contemporary architecture, especially the gossipy bits, and (don't tell her i said this) is perhaps the smartest person i've ever met.
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breakneck ridge.








the hike up breakneck ridge and the view down out and across the hudson river. perhaps one of the most breathtaking things i've done since i came up here. it's more of a climb then a hike really, straight up the cliff face and then into the woods. kate and i and jon kan, an architect friend of mine. he grew up in Hong Kong, and went to RISD with the guy that sat across from me in the San Francisco Eight, Inc. office, Rob Matthewson. oh what a small world it is.

http://gorp.away.com/gorp/location/ny/ww_newyork4.htm














ruins of mills and homes and other things were scattered through the woods. you can't see the forest for the silo.
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new years eve and after.











no times square for us this year.

we avoided the craziness.
they might be giants in concert,
sing with me now:
"Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it . . .
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul"
and then, we went to central park, and stood under the fireworks.








jason sudik, my roommate.
amy thigpen, the greatest girl in the world, oklahoma, architecture school.
me.
jason gibbs, architecture for humanity, the silent photographer.
kate, my fabulous friend, why, because she's fabulous.
zach, kate's man, mit, golfing technology.

photos courtesy kate (oh, and some guy none of us knew.)
thanks, kate.

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in my 'hood.




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afhny. frites.



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san francisco.










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mia.

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playin the cello.

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pollyanna's.

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maine hiking.


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new york city subway.





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exeter.



















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family summer at the gulf.














two of the people i respect most in my life: my uncle tj (on the left) and my dad. tj, because he believes that in life, you should do what makes you happy and through that belief makes himself, and those around him, very, very happy. and my dad, well, because he taught me how to be, and because i can only hope to live up to who he is. respect, generosity, living without boundaries.
(don't tell anyone . . . we didn't catch a single fish.)

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san francisco. big sur.

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112 west 75th 3b.


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bed-stuy. workshop.

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me. my first built project. wo.

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rainy. open house new york.


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agora.

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upstate apple picking.




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san francisco halloween bees.


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eight inc. christmas party.

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