To those of you that might come by
A wish for a bright New Year
And the hope that a dream
Once out of reach
Finds its way into your life.

Check it out...I think you'll understand:
Caring for your Introvert
"Sometimes we just need a little time to ourselves."

So, this is the question I have...why would you EVER want carpet in your bathroom? The pad soaking up the water, creating a damp and smelly mess...the possibility of mold growing, on the surface that you wish to place your just washed feet upon...the stains, the inability to deep clean, the possible "accidents" that may occur? Come on...please... ( Read more... )

So, I like to think of myself as a decent kinda guy. Nice, sincere, trustworthy, kind-hearted. So why is it that I continually find myself encountering the insincere, the rude, the mean, and the plain obnoxious?
I am far from perfect. I have limited patience for large groups...especially when no one in the group wishes to make a decision...and thus ( Read more... )

There is something so wrong about this:

http://www.calendarioromano.co.uk

I guess everyone organization needs a way to raise some money. But, really, isn't this just a little...well...hypocritical?

"I guess we always fantasize about unattainable things...But, this?"

I've been spending some time creating other blogs for my different identities. So, if you wish to meet another me, either the fiction writer me, or the jaded architecture me, then I encourage you to take a look:
fictional novelist me: To Say Goodbye
jaded architecture me: Quiet Observations from Archi-Hell
In other news, I am suffering from a bout ( Read more... )

It is amazing how, what was once so revolutionary, can now be so, well, mundane. I was at an exhibit at the Tate Britain today, viewing paintings whose imagery and stylistic innovations, once revolutionary, are now intertwined with today's lexicon of graphic communication. And, while beautiful, the paintings and lithographs, I had a hard time ( Read more... )

I was awake. Well, I was pretty sure I was awake. Either way, I remember feeling the weight on the duvet, the soft impressions moving next to my lying form. It was so familiar, the quiet, deliberate moves my cat made as he searched for a spot to settle down and sleep. I waited in anticipation for him to find his place, thinking that, if he didn’t ( Read more... )

It seems pointless to covet that which you do not have...but, sometimes, you just can't help yourself. Watching a program that follows the construction of a residential project, I saw before me an architectural wet dream; it was a project you wish you had, wished you worked on, wished you could live in. As the minutes passed, I found myself ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about nothing...which means thinking a lot, with nothing to show. It's a frustrating state, this mind-block funk that I am in. Creative block, mental freeze, a loss of inspiration, searching for a muse...every one is applicable to me.
I thought doing things might by hand might thaw the mind. But, while the doing was good, I got ( Read more... )