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I have written a post about evil lairs a while ago and wanted to follow that up with some thoughts on the special domains of superheros.  Of course we are not talking about real heroes here, but the pop culture protagonists of comic books and movies.  My initial impression was that these places were not […]

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In celebration of National Poetry Month, Pablo Neruda’s The Stones: Stones, boulders, crags … Perhaps they were fragments of a deafening explosion.  Or stalagmites that were once submerged, or hostile fragments of the full moon, or quartz that changed destiny, or statues that time and the wind broke into pieces or kneaded into shapes, or […]

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“I look at these photographs with a prurient interest, the way that I might look at the beds of notorious courtesans.”  John Updike, in the Introduction to Jill Kementz’s The Writer’s Desk  Joan Didion We have worked on a number of rooms that are creative work spaces.  Some of these have been as “home offices” […]

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I posted this a couple of years ago and thought I would put it back up today in honor of the great Maurice Sendak who just passed away. This little sequence, where Max’s room turns into a forest, is one of the reasons I became an architect. Thank you Mr. Sendak. “That very night in […]

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“It was beautiful in Longmont.  Under a tremendous old tree was a bed of green lawn-grass belonging to a gas station.  I asked the the attendant if I could sleep there, and he said sure; so I stretched out a wool shirt, laid my face flat on it, with an elbow out, and with one […]

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Ah, I’m hungry. He entered Davy Byrne’s.  Moral pub.  He doesn’t chat.  Stands a drink now and then. But in leapyear once in four. Cashed a cheque for me once. What will I take now? He drew his watch. Let me see now. Shandygraff? – Hellow, Bloom! Nosey Flynn said from his nook. – Hello, […]

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It’s been over twenty years since I was in Venice.  That sounds inconceivable to me as that wonderful and awful city sits in such a dominant and insistent place in my memory.  I haven’t visited except in the dozens of drawings in now faded sketchbooks and hundreds of film negatives tucked safely away. Of the […]

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After waiting a number of weeks for a copy of At Home by Bill Bryson to make its way off the Holdshelf and into general circulation at the local library, I finally purchased a copy the other day.  I can fully admit to being completely fascinated by opinions, history and thoughts on what we all […]

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