:: someone should have told me

< he's keeping busy with his machinations and his palindromes  > 

:: i close my eyes and see the east staircase.

Yesterday my roommate had a party for her birthday over at Campus Pizza.  I could see the underside of a staircase from where I was sitting.  Quite intuitively I started taking snapshots in my mind's eye, thinking about how I would represent the space if I were to join these frames together.  

It's been a long week.  I'm daydreaming about work.

< And in this moment I cannot quite find my feet > 

:: excessively skeptical

<  I love forget-me-nots  > 

:: feeling the space.

Rapson Hall Staircase.

:: inhabiting the void

the final models. 

:: How to pull an all-nighter

:: a taste of love

:: architecture?

 < if you hold her back, she may never know. >

:: mass and void

:: just a room in a field

:: capture an eclipse

:: not readily separated from an object

< And i feel like i have a lot of work to do still, i'm a student >

:: william morris

[learned about william morris this week.  i may or may not have put his pattern as my desktop background.]

I've developed this new hobby of killing songs.  I pick one song at the beginning of the day, and then essentially listen to it during my entire time at studio or until i get sick of it (which has the potential to be 15 hours of off and on listening time).  It's a little ridiculous.  

The songs are rarely of great quality.  I blame the lack of sleep for these one-day obsessions. 

Monday:

Heaven When We're Home

Tuesday: 

Without You

Wednesday:

(this one is embarrassingly cheesy and has little musical merit.  regardless, it got in my head during 3611 lecture this morning, and I will most likely be listening to it for the next 12 hours)

Kiss Me or Not

:: cuts

:: just keep repeating that

<"Gloria, glory in the highest. Forever I will hide myself in thee.">