we are the same

To give MIRA a nice introduction I entered a competition with a friend.
By the end of the night we had the concept, the idea, the very thing that would make our project unique and rich in so many ways. I'll unveil that later.

But I have to say that the idea emerged from a conversation that somehow included a story about camping. I enjoy that we made no reference to architecture or architect's works or theories. Which is a relief because I am the last person to ask who built what. It is a guilt I have, not knowing the architect and the names of the spaces they construct.

Nice to see her take my side at the execution line

...although not an incentive to change it. :))

One down

Clean office...yay

Pre-Spring Rant

So it's not here yet.
But wow a need to clean is obvious... Needless to say the office is high on the list. Followed by a russian bath saturday that mght help in the reorganization of thought and ideas that keep rattling without consequence.
this unsettling feeling that i'm not doing enough is really starting to annoy me
*grabs the violen and resumes to play for the crowd that walks by ignoring her (rightfully so)

mr. derrick!

even I go through braindead lapses. :)

-what do watermelons look like?

good times

nephews, soccer games, weddings and fajitas! made for a great trip home. :)

Launching MIRA

McKinney Independent Research of Architecture

My cybergirl has finally truely transcended into my real world... very positively. Sure it took time, humility, self-honesty, and most of all and best of all it took finding My people.
I thank those that have stuck around and have returned for my upbringing, as of course, they are catalysts to it.

First MIRA exercise:
http://gimmeshelterurbanshade.blogspot.com/

emote spoken "sigh"

sure, yea
if you say so

fingers fumble at my thread
pulling at its weave
unraveling what amazes you
into the very thing that doesnt

self portrait exercise

bearing my teeth that salivate at its taste
the perfectly taken drug that craves consumption
leaving bruises that resonate passed the day
passed the night, into the morning of matted hair
witnessing my knees scraping at the floor
the stained splintered fibers trailing
leaving behind the painting of pure greed

Our Three Marker

My sister used to drive us in circles on the HIghways of Houston. I was 15 she was 25. I learned a lot on these drives, about her, about love, about being 25, and sometimes about the things i promised myself i wouldnt be or do.

THree weeks to lose the "I totally like HIM!!!" infatuation.
Three weeks to get over the few guys who drop me before the three weeks are up.
Three week marker of dating suggesting we'll make it to three months.
Three month breakup. Very common.

I was 15, what did I know? SHe was the oldest, sheltered until let free at 18 to only immediately get pregnant.

yes, pointless entry. nostalgic and reminicint days.
Probably brought on by my brothers wedding next week!
I love me some pre-wedding fasting. lol.

couch 101

I have a few addictions that I need to learn to manage.
I say manage because I am very convinced that I am addicted, so moderation is my first step.

-OK. So, let us begin by focusing on something else this coming weekend. Something you haven't focused on in a while? OH! You're time is up...finish that thought next week. You're doing great.

Pfft. Thanks.

braggin rights

Be My Valentine :) by Rem

mellow like a cello

it happens...
that feel good zephyr,
similar to that magic couch
like that yellow submarine
or those blue sheets
taking me on a very satifying ride
dropping sunshine in my pocket

it feels good to feel this good.

it makes sense

K: so I'm doing it!
-what?
K: have a breast augmentation appointment on Friday, thought you should know.
-wow! ha! well good for you , but aren't you a full B?...but I guess you used to be a very full C
K: yea my girls ruined me! haha! AND they are 30% off if I pay cash...good thing, cause I don't really feel like putting these on credit.
-yea..true.. with the recession in full swing, you don't wanna commit to any long term costs.

-watermelon boobies are good...i assume

nostalgic letters

the wrench turns to the ink
a breath of relief
familiar
sliding legs together
then apart to discontent
spread eagle to the sun
playing our fingerprints
falling to the cold blades
so smooth
so much more perfect
at arms length