Monday, June 08, 2009

Who Cares?

These days I find myself working for a chain restaurant, making barely more than minimum wage, and wondering, "what the fuck happened?". I guess, from talking to my former classmates, that nothing really happened except the economy. I am, however, fucking annoyed about it. If I had gone to school a year or two before I actually did, I don't think I would have an employment problem. But I did what I did and I wound up graduating from architecture school in the worst economy of my life. What the fuck should I do?


Anyone have any ideas about what the fuck I should do?

Friday, June 05, 2009

Twenty Years Later


So here I go...I know I haven't posted in a long-ass time, and who really cares? I don't believe that this blog means anything and I doubt even my most ardent followers are still around.


But, I have something to say. Today is the twentieth anniversary of the Chinese government massacre of the pro-democracy student-demonstrators in Tienamen Square.


This post is meant as a memorial, however small, for the students and sympathizers who gave their lives that day. June 4th 1989. I remember watching the news, the news with Dan Rather and the MacNiel/Leherer news hour. I didn't quite understand what was happening because I grew up in a quiet American suburb. But I do remember seeing my dad's face and understanding that this demonstration was an important thing. My dad had been watching China since he was a child and this was a chance for that country to become one of the first to throw off the shackles of Communist oppression. We all watched day after day. I, in my nine-year-old naivete thought that the students would win. How could they not? They had liberty personified on their side. I guess my nine-year-old self had no idea of the power of state sanctioned violence.

This was the end of the Cold War but none of us knew it. I grew up in the era of Star Wars (SDI). None of us understood that the Berlin Wall would soon crumble. Europe would be fine. But what of China?

Nowadays the youth of that country apparently know little to nothing of the students' struggle and sacrifice. Their mother country now owns our debt and even we, the apparent vanguard of liberty, cant talk about it for fear of the collectors coming for theirs.

I hate to say it, but those thousands of students who heroically sacrificed died for nothing.

God bless global capital.

May we all remember the sacrifice of those heroic souls.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Xmas Tr33z

Today I met with my new counselor. She seems like she'll be a good fit with me. After that, I had a coffee and then met with my mom so we could get her Christmas tree. The other day I went along with my dad and my grandma to a tree farm out in the country. We were extremely impressed with the selection of their trees and their service. Hagg's farm has some of the best trees in the Portland area. So today I took my mom over there and we found a great tree. It is the first Christmas at the John Palmer house and I think this tree is a good start.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Catching Up


Well, then...


I haven't really wanted to write blog posts recently. Back in June I earned my bachelor of architecture degree and that's pretty much the high point of the last six months.


I guess I thought that I would instantly find a job and then all things would be right in the world. But here's the thing, finding a job in your career is much different than just finding a job that pays the bills.


Needless to say, I've been a total loser over the last half year. Yeah, I do have a job but it is in food service.


Today I met with a career adviser. She liked the format and content of my resume. She also had a lot of advice about the verbs of my leading sentences. I thought that they were ok, but after talking to her, I realize that I have a lot of improvement to enact on my resume.


I doubt anyone is still checking this blog, but if they still are, they are Kolkenas.


This is the logo from the family reunion. I designed it.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Allons, enfants de la Patria



Happy Bastille Day! While I'm not a Francophone or a Francophile, I am one who enjoys free food and festivities. So This afternoon I'll be attending a waiters' race down in the Pearl District. Can you get any more bourgeois? Well, probably. Actually, definitely. But I am really excited about it. Hopefully I'll get some good pictures.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

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.

Monday, May 26, 2008

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.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

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.

Friday, May 16, 2008

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.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

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.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

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.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

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!

Friday, February 29, 2008

Detail Sections!

For all those who wonder why I'm not always enthusiastic about my major, the following serves as illustration:




One thing's for sure, I'll never be a building enclosure specialist. It is good to know this stuff, just tedious to do six of them in a night. Especially when I barely have much of an idea what I'm doing. At least I'm finally learning CAD.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Wife Swap City!

I love "Wife Swap". This week there is a family of ghost hunters the mother of whom doesn't "like" the children. And they think they are smarter than everyone else and they will tell them. In the other family the dad is a coal miner and the mom is a "free maid" (husband) who "loves to stay home and cook supper" (daughter). This should be a great damned episode.


Country Dad just forced Ghost Mom to cook him breakfast, then when she was done and served him, he threw it all away.


One of the Ghost Kids flat out told Country Mom that she is "less intelligent" than everyone in Ghost Family.


Rule Change time. Country Mom wants to teach the Ghost Family some lessons about their psychic powers and making other people feel dumb. I don't know about what the Ghost Mom is making the Country Family do because I was too busy writing this stuff about Country Mom. What it basically comes down to is that Ghost Mom is making the Country Family hunt ghosts.


One of the things I really like about this show is that pretty much everyone in each family winds up looking like a spoiled asshole. Well, the moms usually wind up looking good. The way the show is usually set up is that mom gets dumped into a shark tank where she is expected to follow the rules without getting flustered. Then she changes the rules and the family has to follow what she says. They usually complain up and down about it and wind up looking like huge douches, usually the dad leading the way. Then there is some sort of blowup and then they all wind up making some sort of peace. That is a pretty good narrative. Let's see what happens with this one...


Ghost Dad is treating Country Mom like a servant and he thinks it will break her but he doesn't seem to realize that she loves it. She can smell his weakness and she's clearly enjoying it.


Ghost Mom is making the Country Daughters do yard work and they aren't taking too kindly to it.


Country Mom makes Ghost Dad join a detective agency in order to help solve crimes with his psychic abilities. The detectives seem to think he'd make a good addition to the crazy patrol.


Country Dad can't accept that he's now supposed to do the house work. She's a "girl. boobies. girl. boobies." She has four degrees, she says, but also "boobies" says he.


Ghost Dad is twice the man now because he went to work and, surprise, CM is feeling like working outside the house may not be so bad after all.


CD has to cook dinner (one frozen pizza) and wash dishes, which he vows to break one by one.


CM hates "big words" like "inclusive" which she writes on the offender's forehead as punishment and GD says that he doesn't allow the family members to degrade themselves by "writing words on our heads." Umm, I'm not really sure exactly how he thinks that is any more degrading than anything else about this whole teevee experience. CM leaves the room crying, feeling talked down to and made a fool yet again.


Commercial. I have to say, there are usually some asses on this show but people who think they are smarter than everyone and are licensed to share how much smarter they are may (or may not) be book smart but they are not smart. They are actually dicks.


Ghost Daughter comes in to console CM who feels in crisis. She feels extremely isolated and says something about how when people don't like you it makes you want them to like you more. I feel bad for her because her husband is a complete country hick asshole stereotype. He even has a mustache.


CD and C Daughter do a little role playing when he breaks down and cries, realizing that he's been mean and ornery on purpose and has been wasting years.


Ghost Son goes on a date where he makes her feel degraded by big words. Clearly CM was right when she said he'd be alone. After CM reports to the boy about how he made the date feel he clearly didn't appreciate the news saying, with moistening eyes, that he wishes she'd softened the blow because it made him feel bad. Hope you learn something punk. He just said that when CM first came to the house he felt she was "too unintelligent to learn anything from" but now he learned "that people have feelings." Wow, you really are a family of psychic geniuses.


I don't know if it is just me or the focus of the show but the whole Country Mom-Ghost Family dynamic is much better than the Ghost Mom-Country Family dynamic. Maybe I just relate more to a bunch of self-important assholes as found in the Ghost Family. I like swords and dragons a shit-load less though.


Commercial


What have we learned? CM want respect from family. GM hope she taught the family that stereotypical roles can be broken. Judgment time! GM is a cold mom with cold kids who use big words and make people feel bad. GD says that GM needs to be warmer toward the kids. The detective agency made GD (who is now crying) feel needed and manly. CM is tired of doing everything and being run all over. CD says that's fine and sees how hard it is to do all the stuff CM has done. He's a changed man and has written her a letter (no words over two syllables) saying that he's sorry.


God, I really hate teenagers who think because they can use large words and are in advanced classes they are smarter than everyone else. This type of person is so smug and self-important. They clearly don't care about other peoples' feelings and justify their asshole-itude (yes, that is a word) by "just being honest." Man, fuck them. Maybe it is just because I've been exposed a lot to this type of person that I hate them so much. Oh well, whatever. That's enough negativity.


I hope that Country Mom grows a spine and her family stops treating her like shit. I also hope that nerd-boy gets a little bit of empathy which I guess has a lot to do with his mother. Boy, everyone is just so happy and so much better. Thanks Teevee!


Next up, an all new Super Nanny!

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Sicky Sickerson

Sometimes when the weight of my obligations with school, etc. starts to weigh heavily on me I think that maybe it would be great if I were to get sick. Then I could take some days off and have a legit excuse. I am currently sick and I always forget that the reality of being sick is much less pleasant than whatever my fantasy may be. I am coughing, sniffing, eyes running, weak, etc. And on top of the physical shittiness I am bored stiff.

Oh well, I'm giving my body until tomorrow to get better. I want to get back to wishing I were sick.

Friday, February 08, 2008

You Say Tomato, I Say Tomahto

I was heading home and listening to OPB radio which is broadcasting the BBC World Service late at night. They are saying that Benazir Bhutto was killed by the bomb blast and not by gunshot wounds. First off, I watched video of the assassination and it looked to me as though she was shot. Second, even if she were killed only by a bomb and not by a gunman, who cares? Is it not a horrible attack either way?


How is this even a story?


She was murdered, but not quite the way that some of us thought. Therefore...


what?


She was murdered. The method is inconsequential. It was a horrible political murder. That is the story. And it still is.

And Then There Are Two

And now Romney's gone. I hate to see him leave...mainly because I think he would've been easy to defeat. OK, I guess we'll have to deal with McCain.