I have become so boring. I think i need to read a book. need new information or simply imformation that is translated differently than im accustomed to.
then i can retranslate to my liking and spill it out over drinks and conversation and feel proud that i contributed to this thing called socializing.
all feels so useless at times.
oh yeah...merry christmas everyone concerned.

green grass

sometimes you can sit in a field of love and only feel the people that pass you by. as the breeze resonates life and hope, the passerbys are strolling to a different place.
should you follow them or bask in the sun?

blinking oh so slowly

after hearing the words "we dont have time to sleep! fuck!" i actually became angrier at the knot in my throat that grew, at the verge of tears. noones fault but my own. but it was an intersting week or two as i expected...always brings us all closer together even if we do smell bad, are in pissy moods, and have delirious ruptures of laughter and mockery.
so all and any of you paying attention...for the most part, I'll be done with my masters of architecture education tomorrow, today, at 6pm...i have yet to write the thesis book, to be submitted on Jan 15...but i think ill enjoy the long days at the cafe.
and best of all, i get ot sleep tonight...i get to sleep tonight...i get to sleep tonight...holy fuck! i get to go home and sleep tonight. exhausted happiness...yes, its that good.

B to da S to da weeeet

[que violin]
"bitter it is now, sweet it is later..."
the guy in the elevator explained this to me like i didnt already know it and the girl next to us talked [bragged] about how busy she is and how its all so stressfull...god i really do hate elevator rides sometimes.
bitter susy rides this elevator...sweet susy is getting beat to a pulp by some ladies man with a big fucking stick. maybe that was yesterday or the day before, NO, holy shit, im still getting mangled!!!
*ding*
my floor.
no mercy bitch!

attention please

extracting all energy from able-minded individuals willing to donate.
positive energy, brain power and endurance would be most appreciated.

Please be curteous if participating. i am not a disposal center for your bad energy or non-coherent brain power or any other unwanted energy you may be trying to get rid of.

what you send will become the property of susandia and I am not responsible for lost or stolen energy.

I give my deepest regards and thank you all for your donations.

Sincerely,
Susandia

brush away those tears love
sweep away those fears love
climb atop your snowy mountain
scream your cursed words
i deserve to hear them
you deserve to tell them

but you dont
and you wont

special appearrance by [drum roll please]

the wind was splitting at my face, sticking the pants to my shins.
cold and grey.
"what the fuck have you been doing?"
"what the fuck have you been thinking?"
"get your shit together man!"
the feeling of pure clarity with a hint of self-loathing...
"SUZEN!!!!!" from atop the fourth floor, out the window fabian yells, snapping me back to the walk light and corner red brick...
blowing my kiss up to the air...sending all my shit away

my sweet thang!

4am, call the black towncar
"manhattan, W11th and 8th!"
apply the lipstick, check the eyes
the street lights, the bridge
to that hippist french bistro
to wait for him to strut out
in the cold air as the body burns

12 days

12 days till final review and the sense of desperation is surfacing amongst my fellow classmates...should be intersting as we all approach our final days and nights...and somewhat like a mild delirious trip on lsd and speed.
hoorah!
hoorah!
hoorah!

no point entry 001

giving up isnt an option...and rarely ever is.
i mean the idea of giving up on something, a person, oneself, and such seems so unbearable. it's the act of deciding to say "i am no longer putting effort into this and am regarding the thing at hand no longer a priority"... and i know ive done it, but i just cant put my finger on when.

current sound

it's always a woman's voice that soothes me the most

suffocate me with your second hand t-shirt
with your smile and your black hair
sweat dripping, people laughing
bodies grinding and the sheer life of it all
intoxicating

god says

i cant sleep...ive written and deleted about four entries. frustrated and ungrounded, i then planned on reciting to you my first efforts at poetry. while pulling the poem folder from the shelf, Meditations from Conversations With God stumbled out.

MEDITATTION for Nov.23 : BEGIN BY BEING STILL. QUIET THE OUTER WORLD, SO THAT THE INNER WORLD MIGHT BRING YOU SIGHT.

yes it's a psuedo-meditation...but maybe i will try to be still for a bit.

dime adios

my emotions dont seem swayed. they stick and stay. i pleed for their remission but they return with a vengeance, even more intrusive and more aggressive.
conquer and defeat i think
talk and reason i think
subside and move on i think
deny! deny! deny! i think
i think?

these knots

beautiful things can turn into a muddy haze afterall
but i guess, thanks must be given for all of life's etc., etc., etc.

take my hand
wrap my fingers
walk me to the land
you said our future lingers

dear jane,

your smile has been subdued by greys
cringing at the smells of mold, pushing back at shoulders passing

your step pounds down at loss
your breathe devours gaze
your eyes scream at the heavens
each and every thought and moment
EVERYTHING!!! AND ALL!
more defeating than the last.

sincerely yours
your fall

dear john,

this smile is resistant to this cold air and grey gloom.
it withstands the nudges on the street and the smell of wet cement.

each step is filled with hope...
each sigh breathes in new life...
each eyelash flutters slower...
each...each...each everything
EVERYTHING!!! more sublime than the last.

sincerely yours
in autumm

what's her name....that chic

she walked in and her face was as pink as cotton candy.
i dont remember her name but i remeber her this way.
she was so cool in 2002...behind the SanFransisco Steakhouse.
leaning over the mirror, smiling at us.
she was so cool.

i really wish i could recall her name.

shock and awe

how many pratt architects does it take to dispose of a dead mouse?
if i werent around they would just wait for next day reinforcment.

i shimmied the pour little thing into its brown paper bag.
so after the "you're more of a man than i am" and "of course, she's texan". i got to thinking.
my dad is a hunter..he hunts deer mostly and some boar. i was taken along once and taught to handle and shoot firearms. and at my younger age, we raised chickens, rabbits, and the periodic goat [which we watched get cleaned and butchered]....so maybe i am more of a man [in refernce to the caveman scenerio...since it was a caveman comment].

texan? people say that a lot here. and hell yes i'm texan and im proud of it!
otherwise, im not sure how being texan might pertain to wanting to dispose of a decomposing carcass in my workspace.

Dr. susy

the last season has arrived..the last month or so where i will be in a learning [institutional] environment for the sake of me. the last winter break is approaching. the last last-day of class is approaching. the last time i will be amongst classmates is approaching...at the age of 29. my last season...docrtine anyone?
nah...let's try the real world for a week or so.

susy!

work before play!
work before play!
work before play!
grrrrrrrrrrrr

dear brooklyn,

i took a nap [dreaming of mom at ~40] on this friday night and woke to my husbands exhuberant "hello, up, up and away!" as he bounced over me like a child...it was reminiscent of my brother doing the same, and as i smiled with pure admiration, i couldnt help get sad for a second. feb 21. magnetic fields..cant wait.

be sincere

the lecture tonight was therapeutic...with enlightening words and wonderful drawings. he spoke of energy...good and bad, mostly good. it was an hour and a half lecture.
there has to be an appreciation for the sincere energy that someone gives towards sometihng or someone, no matter how short lived its deliverance...because the life of the energy given is not short at all but continues as i do.

ps. the sincerity of the energy is key to its lifespan...

taking orders

5 pm.. muffins half off!
field trip!
let's go!
hurry!
yay!

teamlove

More than a few people have misunderstood what "teamlove" means...to us.
OUR STORY:
Our first year married crystal meth was our choice for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
we never slept. In between the after party and the after-after party, Pokemon would come on (about 8am). we watched.
THE ANTAGONIST: teamrocket is a self-loved couple trying to capture pokemon...they always dress really cool but things never seem to go their way...they believe their destiny it to "take over" and they never lose their optimism towards their sincere attempts to make the world a better place. their [modified per episode] motto always introduced their grand entrance.
THE FINALE: so in our delirious-we-love-everyone-haze we related to them and because we didnt relate to the rocket part of the name we renamed ourselves to what they claimed to be against...LOVE...we knew that they weren't really against love, but were just feeling misunderstood by the general public.

so we called ourselves teamlove...it stuck
maybe new matching t-shirts are in order.

tus ojos negros

spin me! spin me! spin me!
black kaleidoscope skys

bare shoulders, toxic looks
hot sweat and cold necks
raw teeth, blood lips

red lines, blue tracers
slipping under
under, down and under

watermelon sweetness

feel the sweet breath of time
as the oranges appear at the window

ahhh...and stre----tch
tingle and slide
mmmm...and brea----the
smile and wrap

melt and melt and melt

oh me, oh my [old faithfull]

haven't painted in a few years...and the urge to paint burns...
so we'll test the infatuation to this feeling.
so i dusted the canvas off, shook the paints and took out my old "i love beef" apron. the lighting in the room isn't great but it will do into these first late nights.
the last things i painted were people and me [only cause im always my own constant].im excited about my new sense of expression...so lets hope it produces new treats...hoping it will go beyond mere representation.

bittersweet

i am chatty today..yes, very chatty.
something is different today...as if something changed and now im ready to go on ahead with it all.
its accepting what has to be expected i suppose...and then it all makes sense again.

wind blows perfect

wind blows perfect, coffee is hot, and the mood is sublime

afternoon delight

breathe susana...breathe...you remember, be cool
remember the cool chic you are...oh, she stepped out for lunch.
well it's almost 2...she should be back soon.
oh look, speak of the devil.

the music pounds...so good

here it comes...that feeling...that undeniable feeling of...of pure goodness.
when there is nothing to be sad about...nothing to feel insecure about...nothing to have apathy for.
like clockwork it comes...after the heat, then the desperation, then the obsession, then the absolute happiness...it glistens on my skin. radiating.
.
.
stay with me. lay and listen.

so cool

yay!!!...let's meet in the city
where we can play rich, we can play cool
smeared black eyeliner and headaches pounding
vintage coats walking, peg-legged pants riding
and there you are
between that model chic and that valet guy
there we are...meeting in th city

fleeting moments that pass

the desperation that comes when feeling unwanted, unneeded, and/or betrayed.
at the pit of the stomach it grows to panic, then anger, then the desperation again...the despreation to get it all back.
desperation followed by obsession...obsession in desperate moments is the worst...the absolute worst.

subway + grafitti writing = rolling pages in windtunnels

i remember something and am fascinated at my previous dismissal.
so, when todd and i went to the WILD STYLE 25 year anniversary concert, RAMMELLZEE performed a sound that was so out of this world that it was almost "wrong". but it was a case of the wrong crowd and/or wrong occassion [although he is one of the original artists during the time of the documentary].
but this guy is a trip...to the maximum potential of a trip. he is a musician/artist/philosopher of sorts. to the intensity that when i listen/read his thoughts my teeth grind, palms sweat, and eyes shift into moments of paranoia, restlessness and instability...[and few laughing moments of hysterical disbelief]

interview
interview + sound
alpha bet's video
solo sound: Bi-Conicals Of The Rammelzee
1985 sound: Rammelzee vs K-Bob
interview @149st
defined by wikepedia

there is a beauty in the evolution a single person can manifest in his/her own reality [theology?], more importantly, to then have it transcend to others' realities.

plaza garibaldi, D.F.

for the sake of color and feel-good images

iterate me!

its all small talk...not important, or insightful, or even entertaining.
repeating myself
"this sounds just like that other entry you wrote a few back...bored"
why strive to come up with some new thing or feeling to write about?
iterations! iterations! iterations! of the same feelings...of the same 10%.
go ahead, say it.... "cry me a river susana, shut the fuck up!"

blank[ness]

a slip of the toungue...
physically or figuratively?
both i guess, equally great, equally mine, equally damaging

the figure to the ground...
aware or unawareness?
both i think, equally tempting, equally ours, equally torturous

pass it down...return

i like you
do you like me?
cirle one: [YES] [NO]

i like you
do you like me?
circle one please: [YES] [MAYBE] [NO]

i like you
do you like me?
circle one please, if youd like?: [YES] [MAYBE] [NO] [MORE TIME]

maybe the middle-man is the problem?
the device that transcends space, folding it, with information loss at its crease.
everyone swore by its reliability, but cleary, they were all wrong.

nonsence

fuckity fuck fuck fuck!
are we fucking at work?
if you mean we, as in I, yes we are
and its only noon
what might happen by 2 is beyond me
ahhhh, so we're gonna stick around till 2?
i think we must
then we shall
thats the least we could do
yes, thats the least we could do

"so last season" said the pigeon

the word juxtaposition...i hate it
well hate is too strong...but its a word that resurfaced [more than] a couple of years back. thanks to the words moonlighting period [encouraged by Rem Koolhaus] in architecture, it became the thing to do and say.

moonlighting: at EVERY lecture, jury, review, and critique this word would come out of the mouth of every all-black-claddded architect's mouth, with such certainty and persistent hands gestures that a student architect would automatically think of this phenomenon as a new way of thinking. As well, making it their goal to extract all information from its occurence and manipulate it to their vague interpretation of what they thought should be "juxtaposed".

the new-old words...bifurcation and dynamic are recently the most obvious, having lost or are presently losing the essence of their concepts.

both have weaseled their way into my thesis

voy al pan

id like to say something to you
but the birds keep chirping

id like to tap you on the shoulder
but the bees keep buzzing

id like to breathe something to you
but the clouds keep moving

id like to ask you a question
but the jasmine just thickens

saturday@ChoiceMarket.com

medium latte...one extra shot...make it two
her eyes say "that's 3, you know?"
i say "give it to me" smirk and the look of desperation for my midterm fix.
her blue tights with a rip in them, brown long boots, hot pink short cotton skirt, striped yellow-white shirt and her black hoody...hot...lets not forget the HOT french 40something owner that stands behind her frothing my milk...perfect latte.

fall is here for sure... and i have my sneakers on and only one layer on....what was i thinking this morning!?!??!?!

-watermelon cupcakes?

fuck you [with indearment]

sex: what can you say about it that wont make you want to have it...
lets try: its dirty, not soft and clean....makes me want it more
try again: its not love...but it is, want it more now.
try again: its complicated...no its not, wow the intensity
once again: its all physical...yes it is! my heart is a tangible object.
last try: youre not special, plenty of people to have sex with...but i am special, havent you heard?

even the image

have been very dissapointed in my entries.
and my emails arent getting sent.
and my thoughts seem to be vague and without point.

and i think people are noticing...yeah, what people?

strummimg

id like to play just a bit longer...with you, and you, and you over there....yeah you...
just long enough so...so...so i can hold it in no longer and the screams get louder, come pouring out, flooding, seiving...the orgasm reached at the brink of pure delight.
c'mon, lets just play a bit longer...

well

yes, it is, one of those posts, the rare occassion that i write cause im in a good mood...might be delirium, but it doesnt really matter...i dont care...i like these times, when i know my body needs sleep but i sit with fellow calssmates and do one for old time sakes...just for fun...to test our dedication...to make sure we dont think we're too good for it...to keep us together, grounded, and ungrounded....

emergency room charrette

no need for meditation...48 hrs with no sleep and the need to concentrate establishes no thought...not one...for a split second anyway...maybe two seconds...who knows...
until a dream sneaks in as your eyes stay open...and your fingers keep moving...then you realize "wait, this isn't right" and awake again.
then your friend starts gabbing across your desk as she plays with her pen against here scalp..scratching herself...as she drifts in and out of thoughts..rambling..
then you both have an epiphany!
at exactly the same moment!
like a burst of light!
its not the red ink running down her forehead, its Xacto-blood.

mirame

she's so beautiful...so free...so me
fumbling at those heels she never wears

"mirame, dime, que haces chica!?!?"

i dont understand...i dont speak spanish.

"mirame, claro. claro que si!"

no! no i don't! now fuck off!

god, these fuckin heels

last word...i got it

the word is thankyou...
no, no, hold on! sorry...
Retract!
the word is...cool
the word is...cool
the word is...cool

dissipate does not mean to dissapear

Dissipative system...non-equillibrium structure with:
1. permeable membranes- exchange of energy, matter, and entropy.
2. "open system"- many inputs therefore many solutions.
what makes the dissipative system beautiful is that in all the "chaos" there is actaully order that leads to a syncronized change. this bifurcation, this phase change, emerges at such a moment when enough pressure is added and otherwise would never happen without it...

waking to luxury hotel sheets

exhilerating...the morning after...the morning after the great night that included laughter, 'dancing', drinking, and life's sweet spontineity. so sweet. so unbelievably sweet...as it slowly drips down to become the things we call...moments. the ones we live by.

curiosity won't kill this cat

looking out the window...

meet shallow

say hello susana, this is friend
"hello!"....
he says "hi!"
"hmmmm...ummmm...what a beautiful day"
he says "yes, it is"
silence.
"i think...ummmm...what do you think?"
he asks "about what?"
"about me?"

the breath you bear on me

the small filament meant to burn in my mind and soul, it glimmers with hope...but the one in my heart has burst into flames, causing an uproar to everything surrounding it...earth forbid a zephyr or the smaller flame's breath will be consumed.

i'm not poetic

i just wrote some stupid poetic thing and deleted it...im not poetic. but with this i realized i should be bluntly honest about something...anyhting...like i owe it to you and me to be honest after trying to lie.
seems i cant
my apologies i just dont feel like being honest
worthless post

are you claiming
that you're playing
thats a good one

you walk in so slowly
tell me you love me
dont worry ive got it

watch

shedding

it's about that time i think, or the beginning of its' beginning...the shedding of excitement.
where the disinterest appeared and i didn't even notice.

too much...when its all the same

feelings are overwhelming me right now...watching the winds energy move the branches outside this window feels like a sad song. the goodbye said to nicole feels so real, although our aquantance was by chance a summer long. the leaning over of fabian to elaborate ira's design feels nostalgic. the chat had with belinda and anthony on my gmail feels so comfortable and relieving and just slow-motion-like.

in this flourecent lit classroom designed by steven holl...feels so perfect.

sunday night

can't say there's anything sexier than lena and her buckhunter

glen hansard + marketa = beautiful = ONCE

go see the movie ONCE...now...really...right now.
i am rarely touched this much by a movie. it was so intense. as i listen to the soundtrack, it rips at me.

although 6 >1

i have a new friend. it makes me happy to make time for eachother. i remeber when todd and i decided to stay in houston (when debating on moving to cali) the day after having the best trip ever with cookie & chad, tony and rebecca, and parth and nima...that day was the single reason we stayed a little longer.
brooklynites.

layers at 50%

[Ctrl+Z].rewind. undo. take back. previous frame.
can i upload yet? the leafs of paper would cease to exist neatly one beside the other.

---watermelon will make a comeback

facebook anyone?

i remember my breaks lasting thirty minutes. really, i do...now they last about an hour of logging in and out of this account and that account. there is a hierarchal process to it all..the gmail..the blog..the digg..the myspace..the prattmail..the lms..and finally..the msn. whew! it made me so tired, i should take another break.

bi-spectrum

as i wait..i look around and see blurred images of red and blue...the auras. which one is mine? i look harder through the thick,heavy air...touch a bit. it feels good to touch the red one...blissful. But my hand goes past it and catches the blue. and, wow, the blue feels better, so much better...overwhelming. i should go back and touch the red for a sec. no, the blue. the red. the blue. no, the red. the blue. blasphemy!

de feo...not at all

My friend Ira and I went to Beacon,NY, which is known for its super cute quaint houses and its Main St. with art and tattoo shops along it. It is quaint, where people say hi as you walk by (we did look like urbanites).
BUT one reason i went and dragged her along is beacause i wanted to meet Mr.Michael De Feo at his INSIDE OUT exhibit...
I finally got my own copy of alphabet city, as i've given away about four copies, and he signed it for me, seemed really grateful, and most importantly, he was tall and dark and super duper handsome...but i feel like an ass not asking good questions about his artwork..

yay!

sectionial drawing by yours truely...in the ScryptedByPurpose Exhibit
Under Participant Array: DORA/Peter Macapia
check it out! the future in design and more

current sound [xm]...

..."Horse and I" by Bat For Lashes
feeling/thinking nothing, so it'll be one of those what-i'm-actually-doing entries.

..."Rugla" by Amiina
browsing Flash techniques/websites i found:
VAI Fashion
Who Needs Words
SOFTlab
Ai Interactive Media

..."Rockers To Swallow" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
now its 3am...perfect, i have four hours left before i have to take a shower and go to turn in the assignment...i knew i timed my procrastination right.

..."Eyes Wide Open" By Travis
the crappy 4 am compiled Secret Labor Day pictures

emotio-man's forecast: beautiful day

im not an angry person by nature, especially in a sunday dress and fresh flowers at hand, but it can brew in this little body of mine. So maybe its the neverending catcalling or the crazy homeless man who left his trash behind after eating some weird digusting shit, or the girl sitting across from me still sucking her thumb at the age of twelve, or maybe [most likely] its the idiotic, degenerate couple that is treating their kid like absolute shit.

todo azul

i JUST remembered the big oak behind Johnson Elementary, next to the bayou that had a trailer park to the other side of it. This is where the pretty girls got their first kiss...sweet kisses filled with curiosity and tingly excitement. I wasnt kissed there. Mine was on the back of a school bus where, even at that moment, I knew I would have much rather been kissed under a tree, in sunlight's fresh air.
10 years later i did find a green Easter egg under that tree, and it was a perfect blue.

RLC numbers growing

ok having a husband that plays online video games allows me to see a very dynamic interactive social network that i would otherwise never actually be amazed with. But i am amazed...so i have dabbled before with second life, warcraft, starwars, etc. but this [adult content] RED LIGHT CENTER is a bit modified...and yes, it's all very silly, but this is an example of the clear need for people to connect on so many differnt levels [via interacive virtual worlds].

---watermelon is better in a video game?...until it is

heavy eyes

sooooo sleepy, but i feel like a child that wants to very badly finish watching the end of the horror movie. Slouching on the couch as my feet barely make the edge of the cushion. The brown synthetic cushions that have some wierd wagon wheel painted on them.
And we all know how the movie ends...but we dont, cause we woke up as our caretaker carried us away and all we saw were our reflections in grey.

---watermelon dreams

no! not gonna!...pout

a mean person of sorts is yanking me by my legs as i grasp for the bed posts...it's so painful.

everything but unconditional

love...is a funny thing. its rare but not. it's only rare in the sense that two people have to do it equally towards eachother in equal amounts at the same time...at almost exactly the same time...if one person misses it, the love diminishes later in the other.. if one loves more, the other must love twice as much later on...love is like an exponential equation...plunders quickly or flourishes quickly...love, is a rare thing. to love more than once is a gift, a bitter sweet gift.

oppurtunity costs!

Last sunday we ventured out to the New York Renessaince Faire. Our first "nice" train ride was a highlight. From the train to the faire, google said, was 1.3 miles, but we walked a total of 1o miles round trip. So, to make the best of the walk back we drank alot beer and ate alot meat...BURP! and in a drunken state we walked back along the tracks and burst into song:
"lean on me, when you're not strong...."

p.s. the one in texas is better

fucking contradiction

this is where my wariness takes a part in what i post...i have nothing honest or fun or good to post so i will put up an image to deter from Me.

lastnight

random bathroom + random band + random bar = deterministic blah

"Toxic" played on the ukulele

lips + coat + ukulele...renders toxic

feliz cumpleanos

happy birthday to my sweet, The Coolest Cat Todd.

it's not like me...

but i like me
feeling good about reading The Prince by Machiavelli, which my serbian friend who is VERY politically driven said was a "fun read". But not only that, I was feeling way more out of my skin when i was tempted to, and did read Sun-tzu's The Art of War.
i mean these are widely read books but they are so not what i would usually read.
so, as of recent, i have felt like waging war, gaining power, futhermore, retaining it. so dont mess with me man, i'm feeling well-rounded and im texan.

---mmmm watermelon

it just, you know, happened

"let me be your whore!"
"what?!?!"
"please, let me be your whore?!"
"you are!!!"
holy shit, when did that happen

apples and oranges

fuck!
so similar yet so different!
there should be a hybrid
disappointing

the heart sinks, it plunders

the gypsy danced for her king
and he threw her coins
of lust, of trust, of honesty, and of friendship
she moved with pure commitment
he viewed her with the shear admiration

one day she played the flute
he paid no wage
she was not the same
she deceived him

current sound

cant ever get enough of her voice...introduced through the dresden dolls after opening for NIN, truely sexy duo...but then her solo is heavenly...ms. amanda palmer..

i am infatuated...

singing

in our home we sing alot...you know, the the type of songs you make up about eachother and the simplest of daily routines, and other songs that might pop into our head..
today, it's raining, and i started to sing "this little light of mine".
after a chorus or two, todd starts to sing with me and then says "wow, you came up with a really good song...really cute. i like that one." he says.
to my amazement, after playing it for him, he'd never heard the song...or claims not to recall it if he had heard it at some point or another.
i'm still a bit amazed...but he has been known to fib for his amusement, so skeptisism lingers.

there you have it

There was one I met upon the road
Who looked at me with kind eyes.
He said, "Show me of your wares."
And this I did, Holding forth one.
He said, "It is a sin."
Then held I forth another;
He said, "It is a sin."
Then held I forth another;
He said, "It is a sin."
And so to the end;
Always he said, "It is a sin."
And, finally, I cried out,
"But I have none other."
Then did he look at me
With kinder eyes.
"Poor soul!" he said.

AND

A man said to the universe:
“Sir, I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”

----stephen crane

so it begins, for a short while

it always happens a few weeks before going back to school...the hurry-summer-is-about-to-be-over resolution.
1. lose 10 lbs
2. read a good book
3. do something with that 4-yr old canvas
4. deep clean apartment again
5. organize ALL pics into one database
6. go to the park and sit
now these came from the list previously called the i-have-a whole-summer-off resolution.

let the su--un shi---ine....

so i am starting to figure out how new yorkers afford to live here...there are a ton of cool things to do around the city that are free (hence the wild style celebration last week)... so thursday we treated ourselves to an outdoor showing of Hair at the Brooklyn Bridge Park.

so it took us a year to figure it out and we forgot the blanket. baby steps.

-we ate watermelon

listen up....

my first semester in grad school i took a class called Design by Nature, taught by Ferda Kolatan. so we spoke about chaos theory, patterns, generative models and algorithms in architecture, ants, bees, slime mold, glowing bunnies, and a whole bunch of other stuff that seemed had nothing to do with architecture, but it all does. well as it all has something to do with something.... so that was the point of the class. to open our eyes, as designers, to science.
human upgrades...i think...YES!!!

peace + love + unity + having fun

luckily the rain stopped about two hours before the show celebrating the 25th Anniversary of the (most awesome!) hip-hop documentary, Wild Style.

ColdCRush Brothers and Busy Bee rocked the stage...fab five freddy was a also among the orginals...it was a beautiful steamy night.

-watermelon is healthy

introduction + reason

I'll make this short. I am a first generation mexican-american that was born and raised in Houston,TX. Bachelors of architecture and going for my masters (finishing in jan 08). Living in brooklyn, NY for a year now. Been happily married for 8 years. Have a pet cat named Brain.

reason for a blog: It's summer vacation, I have no job, no REAL friends in town, as they all live in my hometown or are far way in other countries right now. I go to sleep around 8am and wake up around 4pm. so basically, i'm bored.

hopefully (beyond this post) i won't bore you too much. and i'll try to be honest in everything i write...sometimes i try to sound witty, cool, or smart, so bear with me as it may take time.

-watermelon is healthy