The Deleted World

From A Winter's Night:

"The storm puts its mouth to the house
and blows to get a tone.
I toss and turn, my closed eyes
reading the storm's text.

The child's eyes grow wide in the dark
and the storm howls for him.
Both love the swinging lamps;
both are halfway towards speech.

The storm has the hands and wings of a child.
Far away, travelers run for cover.
The house feels its own constellation of nails
holding the walls together.

The night is calm in our rooms,
where the echoes of all footsteps rest
like sunken leaves in a pond,
but the night outside is wild.

A darker storm stands over the world.
It puts its mouth to our soul
and blows to get a tone. We are afraid
the storm will blow us empty."

-Tomas Transtromer

Headstuck

Spent my morning taking photos on the train tracks between West Oakland & Emeryville. An amazing experience. Beautiful. Under those monolithic freeways all entangled over my head. Plywood board formed concrete, massive joints, emptiness, trash, skaters. I continue my love affair with the freeway. The free-space that lives beneath them. So free, a little precarious, a little eerie. Just what a like.

For those of you who haven't delved in this gut-wrenching read I highly suggest you check this out, "Magical Motorways" by Norman Bel Geddes, published in 1940 after the General Motors "Futurama" exhibition at the world's fair. I love it. And the pdf version can be downloaded here.

Luis Longhi

On Monday night Luis Longhi lectured at UC Berkeley. I won't go into an endless monologue on how amazing it was. He's just an architect from Peru who really believes in listening to site and learning from nature.

Check out their website: http://www.longhiarchitect.com/home.html

Photos: CHOlon Photography, Elsa Raimerz

Thank you, Bruce Conner

Three Screen Ray by Bruce Conner set to Ray Charles "What I'd Say" in the SF MOMA right now, on three screens in a black room. That's where its happenin'.

I want this permanently installed in my home. But for now, I will permanently install it into my brain.

A Digitally-Constructed World

The Third & The Seventh from Alex Roman on Vimeo.

I have been a fan of browsing through all those CG architect animations, and most times they are pretty silly. Then I found this, and I have to say I understand why Alex Roman sat behind his computer for days on end meticulously constructing this digital world. Just watch it in HD.

Resonance

There are times when I regret not having traveled more, and then there are days when I feel North America in my bones, that bone-chill that falls brings to the Bay Area in 35 mile per hour winds. I heard the trees around my windows wailing all night.

After seeing several lost faces on Friday, Saturday brought the discovery of a new territory: The Salt Flats.


Armed with plastic cameras we trudged down these narrow man-made levees. These little levees create ponds to harvest salt. Salt to be used in chlorine bleach and plastics manufacture. Here the breeding brine shrimp which support feeding areas for waterfowl, and little white cranes and the largest seagulls you will see live there. As you stand and face the ocean you see a superstructure freeways emerge from the sea (to your left) and an endless flatland with reflective salty gems sending out harsh sulfur smells into the atmosphere (to your right). Brillant white foam lines their shores collecting the fall sunlight.

Go further and you will find a railroad with ancient rusting rail-ties that have spewed from her tracks. Large power lines canopy overhead sending out a uniform buzz a kind of white noise that like the smell, swiftly evaporates from your consciousness.

Yes, North America, your greatest gifts always lie hidden between a walled suburban community and an industrial wasteland.

Truth Barriers

"We are at a party which doesn't love us. Finally the party lets the mask fall and shows what it is: a shunting station for freight cars. In the fog cold giants stand on their tracks. A scribble of chalk on the car doors.

One can't say it aloud, but there is a lot of repressed violence here. That is why the furnishings seem so heavy. And why it is difficult to see the other thing present: a spot of sun that moves over the house walls and over the unaware forest of flickering faces, a biblical saying never let down: "Come unto me, for I am as full of contradictions as you"

I work the next morning in a different town. I drive there in a hum through the dawning hour which resembles a dark blue cylinder. Orion hangs over the frost. Children stand in a silent clump, waiting for the school bus, the children no one prays for. The light grows as gradually as our hair. "

-Tomas Transtromer, "Below Freezing" from Truth Barriers

I Want

1. Heavenly Vaults.



2. Camps

Candy

Yesterday I watched Philip Glass: A Portrait in Twelve Acts. I could listen to Philip Glass in a white cube for hours and be happy (and perhaps insane).



I discovered a new interest: Glass's third wife Candy Jernigan who created works of found objects in a kind of elegant scrapbook. (She doesn't even have her own Wikipedia page, but is rather redirected as a subset within Philip Glass. Girl Pow...er?)

I also rediscovered a past love of singing bowls. My last singing bowl was past onto a gift to a dear friend. I now find a desire to get another one.

I recommend all of the above mentioned subjects be checked out.

Contemporary Jewish Museum

On Friday, J and I headed to Saul's for some eats. A celery soda, pastrami sandwich on rye, and side of coleslaw later (latkes and eggs for J.), we made our way to the city.

Daniel Libeskind's Contemporary Jewish Museum: The room in the twisted cube featured "Jews on Vinyl" (my favorite part). What a relaxing room; no museum guard asking you to step away from the sculpture- just some headphones, hava naglia and plush carpet. Architecturally, the level of interior detailing was a little disappointing, with messy, unsightly seams. The track lighting looked like a terrible after thought, and the generally cavernous, dark galleries were unpleasant.

Returning home, I picked up a used copy of The Book of Imaginary Beings and we took a short early evening nap before enjoying sushi and Bowfinger.

Ah, what a life. I love working four days a week.