i don’t get how some fancy brick work is supposed to make me feel connected to other people…wait…….what? bricks are supposed to “symbolize” and “represent” “connecting and blurring boundaries”? i don’t……it doesn’t make sense….how is that architecture? fancy brick to me…is just fancy brick. a brick wall is a brick wall whether or not the mortar is one color or another. instead of “representing” and “symbolizing”, why don’t we create environments that allow for these connections to be made. like something interactive, not something that only works in one dimension, but something that works in all dimensions, including time. i think we need to shy away from these stupid surface treatments. a brick is a brick is a brick. who cares if the mortar is green? who cares if this brick is a different shade of red than that brick? i mean, those are some “neat-o” finishing touches [personally i find them hideous, but whatever] that shouldn’t be completely forgotten [they probably should be completely forgotten, but i don’t want to be too mean], but that’s just it: they are finishing touches, not the driving force of a project. they can ENHANCE the project, but if the project, especially this project, is all based on solely these fancy surface treatments, then i hope you don’t mind losing the competition. i don’t care who hates me by the end of it, but i’m going to keep fighting this surface treatment thing. its stupid. we’re already working on a stupid, generic concept of “connecting” people…why do you want to embelish it with stupid surfaces? its stupid. i can’t believe i’m putting my name behind this project.
There’s a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it’s bringing me out the dark. Finally I can see you crystal clear. Go head and sell me out and I’ll lay your ship bare. See how I leave with every piece of you. Don’t underestimate the things that I will do. The scars of your love remind me of us. They keep me thinking that we almost had it all. The scars of your love they leave me breathless. I can’t help feeling we could have had it all. Rolling in the deep, you had my heart inside of your hand and you played it to the beat. I have no story to be told but I’ve heard one of you and I’m gonna make your head burn. Think of me in the depths of your despair, making a home down there as mine sure won’t be shared. The scars of your love remind me of us. They keep me thinking that we almost had it all. The scars of your love they leave me breathless. I can’t help feeling we could have had it all. Rolling in the deep, you had my heart inside of your hand and you played it to the beat. Throw your soul through every open door. Count your blessings to find what you look for. Turn my sorrow into treasured gold. You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow. We could have had it all. Rolling in the deep, you had my heart inside of your hand and you played it to the beat.
Based on the events of today, I wonder how many beautiful, unique, and innovative ideas have been discarded and never fulfilled because when most ‘architects’ are given choices, they ask themselves “which will be easier to do?” instead of asking themselves “which choice is the most challenging, yet overall groundbreaking design?” Instead of opting for something fresh and radical, they opt for the safe, basic concept. I feel cheated, and it isn’t even my own design I’m fighting for.
The concepts of effort and innovation should just be taken out of architecture entirely because only rarely do we see any one architect using them.
If people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention. If this might be the last time they saw you, they really saw you. Everything else about their checkbook balance and radio songs and messy hair went out the window. You had their full attention. People listened instead of just waiting for their turn to speak. And when they spoke, they weren’t telling you a story. When the two of you talked, you were building something, and afterward you were both different than before.