A Windy Day

Friday 19th January § 2 Comments

After having done almost nothing for the last two weeks, I’ve
tried to compensate by two weeks worth of activities in the space of two days.

Yesterday was really spent on borrowed time, after having not slept that evening. About 5:30 in the morning I decided that I was going to write(code) a fullscreen image viewer, which is really useful for previewing images.

There was a fantastic open-lecture by the sudo-client (who’s name I promptly forgot) for the Performing Arts centre designed by Raphael Vinioli. It’s a really interesting project: two theatres, setup in such a way that either can make use of an extended central stage, or even to open up the whole space to include both spaces, the idea was that the workings of the stages would be revealed to the public. What was really interesting was hearing from a clients eye view on such a huge project. This guy was so pashionate about the project and the possibilities, this is Stage 1 of an idea he’s been pushing for 8 years now. Really crappy on the eco front, and 3 times over it’s initial budget, it’s still quite brilliant architecture. (Apparently, being environmentally friendly costs approximately 5% extra)

Today was a bit slow to start. Missed the last of the moisture ingress laboratories because I slept in. Spent 2 hours messing about in Sketchup. For our first model we’ll be copying Mies Van De Rohe’s iconic Barcelona Pavilion, originally designed in 1929 (The current pavilion is a 1970’s replica, because the original got carefully dismantled, but then they lost. They lost a whole building in the post!). The roof of the CAD-lab was groaning ominously in the storm-force winds. The courtyard of our building was roped off because but’s of the Fletcher building where falling off.

Then Rose, Chris and I went house shopping ‘round lunchtime but discounted that property because it didn’t have a double bed. But later saw a house at 5 and came out and within half an hour we’d each withdrawn a £250 deposit so hopefully that will go through in the morning – in my absence. It couldn’t be closer to the campus.

In between the house hunting I sketched a small doodle that I instantly saw in 3D. No inspirations, no process. Miraculous conception.

It’s more like walk through sculpture than true ‘architecture’. Blurry lines I know. General themes that I was pondering at the time: wind 🙂 waves, texture and puzzling about what makes an idea worthy of scaling up into an all out concept. How do you chose what to develop? Why? How should that choice be made? But in the end this idea turned up out of nowhere, complete, and perfectly formed and so I’m just going to go along with it. It’s not as if I can forget this idea, so I’m stuck with it, no matter how hard its going to be to draw/model/construct. Anyway, next Wednesday shoud see inductions into the Metal Working workshops which will be brill.

Then there was climbing (glowing tinglyness throughout), followed by a brief spell in another pub, but I left before the pub quiz got started because my head aches.

Apparently the ‘place to be’ for live music in Leicester is a tiny pub called The Twisted Toucan, with open mic sessions with talented people and live Reggae and cool stuff like that.

Right now I’m enjoying flipping between ‘The Trial Of Tony Blair’ and the realities of Newsnight. Fiction and reality merging. There are moments when it’s . Switch from a fake Gordon Brown patronising likqwl kiddies in a classroom to the real Gordon, being even more patronising to a group of kids on the starting block of a school race, cut to him chewing the cud (in reality). Meaningful TV.

Oh, and tomorrow I’m going to gawp at the glossy glass losenge starchitecture of Manchester as part of the Uni. 10 buildings within the course of the day.

And for those in the loop, I think I’ve lost my mobile phone.

One huge plus-side, in my rather manic search for my mobile, I happened to look behind my bedside cupboard where I discovered my tiny Fuji digital camera that I thought I’d lost about 2 months ago. In the mean time, believing that the Fuji was well and truly vanished I treated myself to a fantastic Pentax digital SLR. Techno-gluton that I am, I’m tempted to keep them both. Photos will be forthcoming.
If I mention that Irn-Bru is a godly drink which would be ideal accompanied by a shot(glass) of lemon(juice) then I’ve manged to tick off all of those pesky category thingies down the side in the one post.

Love to all & noswaith da.


The New Term

Wednesday 10th January § Leave a comment

As nice as it was to spend time with family I don’t feel as if I really relaxed all holiday. When I find time to really relax I have this tendency to fall ill, which would suggest that this weekend has been the first time I’ve allowed myself to truly relax all holiday. I feel awake for the first time in 3 days, having spent the time since I arrived in Leicester almost exclusively in bed. But now, quite suddenly, I can think again, as if at the flick of a switch. As much as I can advocate the policy of not-thinking (Wu-wei), it’s important that you make the choice (not to think) or at least that you have the option of active thought.

According to people from my course I haven’t missed all that much. Tomorrow there’s a a site visit to Braunstone Park which will be the location for our new “Garden Of Light” project.

Mood accompaniment: Dylan Fowler, Fynnon Offer.

Boxing Day

Tuesday 26th December § Leave a comment


The Funeral

Monday 27th November § Leave a comment

As funerals go it was warm and cheerful, colourful. Not exageratedly tearful and a good amount of chaotic. It felt right. As we were doing the hugging outside, we got told off for being too noisy. We had that laughing/crying thing going on.

You could see what a wonderful person she was from the crowd that came to the funeral; the nicest people you could wish to know. For me, and I think for everybody, it was really nice to hear stories about how they’d been affected by Granny’s presence in their life. It all helps build up a picture of how amazing she really was.

I Love

Saturday 18th November § Leave a comment

Warning: Soggyness! (and nothing much worthwhile)

Over the last weeks I’ve come to realise just how much my family mean to me. I don’t know why I hadn’t realised it to this intensity before. Living with people in your life it’s easy to rely on that presence. Like a sound that you feel in your body, that you might not notice until it stops and the sudden silence reveals the sound. Like that but with emotions. I had the feelings they were just swamped by our proximity.

It’s not exactly homesickness. I’m happy loving them from a distance. Maybe with the added proviso that we have time set aside in the calendar to spend with each other.

Along with this newly realised love, was another discovery. From the standard definition of family, brother, sister, parents, grandpa aunts, uncles + cousin, I need to expand to include two others. I need two fit two extra bodies into my mental imagery. Yes you. You know who you are. Love you guys.

Gushy sentimental aaahh moment, but it’s true. So there.

The Old Man (Of Architecture)

Monday 13th November § Leave a comment

Tomorrow Dad will be jetting off with visa in hand for a week and a half in the U.S of A to shoot a documentary. He’s the sound guy in a team of four who are going to film this short documentary on Frank Lloyd Wright, wait for it…. .. …… in Welsh.

Not to be too down on the whole thing. I’m jealous of the buildings he’s going to see. It’ll be a proper road trip of Frank Lloyd Wrights home territories, from the Robie House, Chicago to SC Johnson building in Madison and right out to Taliesin West in the desert someplace. But for Dad it’s a big thing to be away from the family. Pretty crappy timing. At least he’s got friends going out with him.

First Night Alone

Tuesday 7th November § 2 Comments

There are friends here who I could talk too. I went up to their flat after badminton, but couldn’t face it. I could envision the sympathy and the hugs and then the discussion and then the awkwardness would set in.

So I’m sitting in my room, (yougurt pot sized) trifles lined up infront of me like shots. A mostly full box of turkish delight and a packet of Thai Chilli crisps waiting in the sidelines and my guitar is calling to me from across the room.

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