Hello!

So much to say, really. I will start with this house I saw last weekend in Alameda. Sometimes reality feels thoroughly indistinguishable from make-believe. I can hardly believe this kind of thing has managed to outsmart time itself.


Speaking of reality, I am in fact moving to Houston, Texas. And, what's more, I am stoked. More to follow.

Use of Space

Recently on a visit to my local coffee hole, I went to use the ladies' room and found they'd recently painted the walls. If memory serves, they went from being dark, black maybe, to now being starkly white. While black walls might be attempting to deter graffiti from accumulating, white walls almost certainly invite it and certainly the transition from black to white sends some sort of message.

Added to this, they've attached a whole slew of paint markers to the walls, strung up by chains to make marking territory that much easier. As I was sitting in there the other day, I got to thinking about spaces like this, truly bowing to destiny by encouraging what is probably inevitable.



I wonder how the same idea would carry in less contained spaces, that is more public spaces. Surrendering control intentionally, allowing use to shape the form of a place and watching as (human) nature unfolds.

Cityscape

I feel like I'm forever noticing things in my city and always wish I had a pocket in which to place them.





I think I just see the buildings as regular characters, the kind who are very watchful in the plot, all-knowing and nosy. They hint at the ending because they've been part of the same song and dance for years. This one is on 23rd Street between Broadway and Telegraph in Oakland, California.

And would you please get a load of these eggs?