I am scared that I'm not going to finish. Must keep pushing.

Funky Fezmono

Since I've been working so much on my final project I haven't been doing laundry. I've been reduced to smell testing my clothes and not too many would make the grade.

For Shits and Giggles

I have very little to say these days. There is a lot of stuff going on in my life both personal and professional but I don't really feel the need to share with the internet. I have been learning how to use Maxwell renderer and I'm amazed at both how easy it is to use in conjunction with SketchUp and how amazing the results look. Unfortunately images take forever to render. Good thing I have a couple of computers.

Aside from that, project presentation in a little over a week. I'm scared I won't finish. I hope I do. I hate my project. The end.

And one more thing. A few years ago my mom went to China and brought me back many great things, one of which is a stamp that supposedly says my name in Chinese. I recently found it and showed it to a Chinese friend of mine and asked her what it says. She laughed and said it means "Special Horse." "Special" is close to "chairs" or something like that so her opinion is that my last name was literally translated to chairs while my first name sounds like the word horse. So there you go. Fezmono is also Special Horse. I always thought that stories of weird translations were mostly BS but now I'm not so sure. At least I didn't get a tattoo of it.

Appeaser!

I don't normally want to just post video clips that I saw on other sites, but this is pretty sad:

I think Chris Matthews is pretty awful in general but this is one of the gems he so rarely produces.

I'm So Smrt

The weather's been super-roasting the past few days. I'm proud of my resourcefulness in that I made up large pitchers of both sweet tea and iced coffee. Now I can get my caffeine intake on in a nice 'n' chilly way. Hot coffee on a hot morning really doesn't do it for me.

Bauhaus

I opened up the old web browser and was amused to find that the google homepage had a Bauhausian sort of flair. When I moused-over, the alt text informed me that today is the 125th birthday of Walter Gropius. He was a very influential architect on the world stage but his popularity has waned over the years. I still count him among my favorites and as someone whose work got me interested in pursuing architecture as a career. The Fagus Works was the building that got me interested in modern architecture.

Alles Gute zum Geburtstag.

Drunk Drivers Ruin Everyhing

I was heading home from studio, catching the last (or near to it) Max train home and after crossing the Steel Bridge, en route to the Rose Quarter Transit Center we stopped and actually turned back across the river because some asshole drunkenly crashed his Jeep into a barrier and stopped on the tracks. A whole bunch of people had to get off and walk across the bridge and get to their various destinations in different ways. I'm lucky though because I only live a fifteen minute walk from the Rose Quarter. Looks like nobody got hurt so that's good. Not a bad night to walk home either. All in all, not a terrible experience.

Red Face!

My architecture studio took a trip on the Portland Spirit boat today for a lunch cruise. It was very nice to see the city and area from the river. And even better, I got a sunburn! First of the season.

Ach, Jesus

I'm about a month away from graduation. I've so much work to do. Wish me luck getting it all done.

Seriously, give me a little bit of love. I need it.

Ahh, Democracy

Well, hell, sure has been a long time. I'm not really going to say much because I'm tired and I've had a long day.

What I do want to say is that I received my ballot in the mail the other day and finished filling it out mere moments ago. I don't think I voted in the last primary election since the president was decided long before our Oregon primary. This time though, my vote is cast in a contested election. It won't change anything though since there are too few delegates still available to push Obama or Clinton over the top. That said, I felt a glow of pride and satisfaction when I sealed up the envelope to send to the county elections office. But I now have to buy a stamp. Shining city on a hill, my ass!