I've had a running stream of vignettes and conversations in my mind since I was about 5; ranging from observations turned cynical and snarky to sincerely sensitive and introspective. One reason is that so many aspects of my life and my family have played out like a Woody Allen/Wes Anderson tragi-comedy. Don't worry, somewhat more functional, just a whole lot of nuance. And what better way to actualize these unraveling events than to adopt a self-depricatingly humorous approach?
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| That's me!! I'm pulling my bangs back so you can get a real good idea of what I actually look like. And no! I no longer own that iphone. This photo is from 2 years ago. |
Another reason is my steadfast obsession with thorough documention of well, everything; from the monumental and epic to the very mundane. I suppose that's what makes me a typical architect-in-training. Or maybe it's because I just feel too much, and analyze even more. Or maybe because I've documented and created art throughout my life until it's lead to a design process I use for my projects. Or maybe still it's the dormant schizophrenia that's starting to surface thus I hear a narrator in my head more often. [haha? no? no, you're right] Whatever the reason, documentation and reflection have always been a part of my process.
As a kid I wrote in proper journals, nowadays I jot down thoughts on tiny pieces of random paper, sporadically in school notebooks or day planners, on album covers, in the occassional moleskine,you get the picture, frantically lest the brilliant thoughts pass. The most pervasive, however, has been this ongoing narrative, a sort of film reel, if you will, that never stops in my head.
In an effort to translate these life reflections and musings to something less ephemeral than say.. a crumpled piece of trace paper - as well as combat my tendency to procrastinate - I am using an online journal as platform for my many miscellaneous memories of amusing events and those internal narratives. To catalogue the things I find inspirational or critical, and the everyday residual events that shape one's life and point of view.
What else? This blog will contain observations of events that occur in my life, which unfold around me, and the things I find curious, amusing, obsurd or compelling. Another reason for this blog is to connect with those that share my enthusiasm for architecture, graphic design, film, dogs, music, gastronomy, travel, and amusing situations.
So I guess for once telling procrastination I'll get to it tomorrow, I made tonight my official first post. Drumroll.... Thank you.
I'm here at Krakatoa, a coffee shop, one of several local favorites,with a cozy outdoor patio and a ridiculous vegan tiramisu cake. [I'm not a vegan, I'm actually a Russian Jew with grandmothers who cooked alot of meat and fish while I was growing up, which means there's no possible way I'd ever become a Vegan] [[ And don't get me started on how backwards the logic is on veganism promoting environmental conservation]] [[[Unless you want to, then by all means let's have a conversation...]]] So back to Krakatoa. Environment & ambiance is fairly critical to self expression, at least to my ebbs & flows of the strength it takes to share private thoughts with complete strangers. So ok, tonight, at Krakatoa, and at dusk, because that's my favorite time of day, I commence this blog. [Well, that's not why. However, it's now dusk, and it does happen to be my favorite time of any day]. I even took this photo so you can see how poetic the evening was.
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