Thursday, August 26, 2010

"something, hopefully"

Though the charge for roaming international's well hid

Tell the bartender... I think I'm falling in love

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Canadian Coast, and Architecture

I just finished over a month and a half of backlogged reader, and apparently the only stuff I starred along the way was JGL-related (whoops), and this, which is actually quite neat, despite the fact that it's in Canada. Thx Newfoundland. (I would write more about it but it's actually as pretentious as architecture gets, being a one-room studio for "writing". I'm always suspicious of architecture built to service writers, even something as isolated and without electricity as Heidegger's Black Forest Mountain hut (photo at bottom). Maybe that's just me. Maybe that's why I never write anymore.

Saunders Architecture

Fogo Island Studio

Heidegger's Home, in the Black Forest Mountains of Germany

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Rt. Hon. RT

or would it be RT @ Rt. Hon.?
i've been thinking some about my favo(u)rite FOTC moment or song to commemorate this one with. i've also been dreaming about bret & jemaine, random things almost always involving being broke in new york and stealing apples. anyways, for the song and the man who originally introduced me to FOTC with a terrible rendition of the following, with a guitar and a moody sidekick, in one of my university's many overutilized coffee shops:

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

i've had this one sitting in my box for almost a week waiting to be approved...

...i just wanted to save it for when you were all feeling a little void of love and luster.
it's about the way he makes you feel. now i know i'm not wrong, gents.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

foodies in chicago

The next day, my father clogged my toilet with his $350 Trotter dump which really put food in perspective: no matter what you eat, how good it is, how expensive it is, it all turns into shit.
-yelp review of Charlie Trotter's

Saturday, August 14, 2010

drunk emails written to my australian pen pal

been thinking about australia. did my research. have decided that yes, this is a place i would live, because of following reasons:

things i am meant to do down under:
1. glow

things you are meant to do:
1. plunder
2. chunder

things beer is meant to do:
1. flow

as i already believe i have mastered "glow", the only part of this that would need any efforting would be to figure out what exactly "chunder"ing is and how i can be assured that you are doing it & doing it correctly. i believe that's do-able.


Pictured: Real men wearing real socks

Thursday, August 12, 2010

this man will never be yours

Lady readers: as far as mantras go, the subject of the post is one of the toughest of them all. But damn if it doesn't make me want to buy a $180 tie! (It doesn't.)
Consider c&uw will have a gratuitous picture of JGL every week until he does something offensive at which point we will do gratuitous pictures of that quirky kid playing mark zuckerberg in ZE FILM DE ZUCKERBERG who should be wearing well-cut suits and posing provocatively with models by then.
nb: no gratuitous pictures of mark zuckerberg will ever be posted on c&uw unless he gets the stick in his ass dislodged.

Monday, August 9, 2010


Weirdly, despite my never having gone or even ranking it high in my "places I need to see now as in 5 seconds ago now", I'd say the city I talk about most on this blog after London is LA, besting even the city I live and breathe in, Chicago ILL. I think my architectural interest is due to the land's urban sprawl, the constant need to adapt, and the fact that even with the US's second largest population, it does not strike us as any other city does. I hate to say it, as much as I love Chicago, but there is New York and LA and then all of the other cities in the country. Some are unique enough to be worth your time - Chicago, Miami, New Orleans (as opposed to Omaha, Topeka, and Phoenix) - but there is still the sense that they're all somehow replicas of one another, or the fortuitous remnants of a bygone era. Going to New Orleans is like going to a living Jamestown, accented heavily with FrancoAmericans. It's incredibly, incredibly fascinating and I don't mean to in any way look down on that area, but if someone were to ask a foreigner or even one of their countrymen "what is the city most exemplifying American urban structure?", it's not going to be Seattle or Houston. With the exception of those who read the Post everyday and would immediately go on a tangent about DC, it's either New York or LA. And LA gets more play in my book because every inch of Manhattan's 23 miles is accounted for, and if changes are made in Manhattan (pun!), they're going to be isolated incidents. I think LA has the capabilities to transcend this.

So... architecture in LA. Anyone else immediately think of Joseph Gordon-Levitt? (His character in 500 days was an architect-wannabe in the city of angels.) Jus' saying. It's not him; it's the way he makes you feel, ladies.

I was reading Newsweek the other day (talk about Washington Post publications that are taking on water! fast!), and got to reading about "the future of work" as was described in Nancy Cook's L.A. Residential. (I got it, Nancy. Good one.) Her main thesis goes something like this: Twenty years down the line, we're going to have these all-in-one centers for living, working, going to the gym, and utilizing "outdoor recreation spaces" etc. Taking the elevator or the stairs, or hanging out in the lobby of the building, will create the same "buzz" as walking down a crowded street where you see a lot of acquaintances. Workspace itself is going to be revolutionized: workers will no longer have individual desks, but their work will be more portable, able to go from the lounge chairs to social clubs to their homes.

You know what this is, guys? This is scary and horrifying yet oddly exhilarating at the same time. I mean, we have this population problem, and worse, we have this problem where the college educated and every business base want to be in the epicenters, and considering the amount of people who are college educated, the epicenters need to make space. And in a place like LA, where no one really wants to leave their location lest be caught in a millennial of traffic, the idea that you can and will have it all is a little tempting. And anything that means no more cubicles means thank god, right? But I am still markedly unconvinced. No one wants to shit where they eat. A commute is a chore, but part of the commuting process, tedious as it is, is to break up the tediousness, in a sense. That time spent between work and home is necessary. It's necessary for all sorts of reasons. I've had some of my best conversations on the metra with strangers and friends alike, some of the best people-watching I've ever done is in a stretch of Michigan from a building towards public transit. And cars are for NPR and whoever denies that denies life. Commuting is like jogging in many respects; it allows for a certain void to enter your mind. You aren't really thinking, just being. Existing in space. Existing in a long range of space from your office to your front door. And this all leads me to believe that I'll be frightened to see what Angelinos do instead of existing in space, but existing in (a) place. Hardly the same thing at all.

Michael Maltzan Architecture
cityLAB-UCLA "backyard homes"

from the archives


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also see: arcade fire- ready to start (and by see, I mean you're already listening to it because KCM is having the best time at HTML yesterday. Enjoy!)

Sunday, August 8, 2010

being in love, the one psychosis accepted in society

your mind surely opened the door to step out into the dark

the suburbs (in czech)

So move your feet from the hot pavement and into the grass
Because it's already past,
it's already 


Tuesday, August 3, 2010

fancy a cuppa?

mornings like this, mornings which are mere interlopers in the wet heat and sun-baked leather days of summer, surely beget something greater than even the seasons have at stake, what with their urging on the continuity of the earth's rotation.