tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24433188447976912102011-08-05T19:20:04.356-05:00The musings of an aspiring builder of dreams...ericjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18105459590251712146noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443318844797691210.post-29338252119876663662010-09-08T22:01:00.006-05:002010-09-08T22:08:17.571-05:00

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The annual post...

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08.21.09The Painting Hand:What is it like to learn a new skill? What is the process, the successes, the failures? What is craftsmanship and workmanship risk? What is this tool called ‘hand’?Inventory:(6) 12”x12”x1” insulated glass units(5) tubes acrylic paint (red, yellow, blue, white, black)(2) bottles Falloria il Palagio 2006 Chianti(2) hands(1) mind..time..In an attempt to make something by

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Just in case you were too freaked out to think clearly or finally looked around your confines...

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Recent trip to San Antonio for my birthday. Visit the RiverWalk, The Alamo, see downtown SanAnton. Learned quite a bit about Texas history and Texas independence. Such as - The Alamo was actually a slaughter by Mexican Army under Santa Anna and not Native Americans. Not sure why I always thought it was against Native Americans - I'm getting it mixed up with the battle with Geronimo or the Battle

ericjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18105459590251712146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443318844797691210.post-8468503412236063682009-04-04T18:54:00.010-05:002009-04-04T19:08:43.832-05:00

For those of you in the North recieving the last? blast of Winter - we in the South like to take day trips to the West, pose and photograph large expanses of wild flowers, and enjoy +80 degree weather. Traveling West on highway 290, one can find folks just pulled over on the side of the road enjoying large patches of bluebells and other varieties of wild flowers. You see couples, families, lots

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Nestled in Mirror Lake State Park in Wisconsin, the Frank Llyod Wright designed Seth Petersen Cottage was a beautiful experience for romantic weekend getaway. Just South of the Wisconsin Dells, the state park and cottage has ready access to the amenities of the town while offering the opportunity to hide yourself away for a few days, to get lost in the wilderness, and be. The hand operated gated

ericjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18105459590251712146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443318844797691210.post-22902568410250902112008-10-22T00:30:00.001-05:002008-10-22T00:42:17.031-05:00

ya know how you always heard about the good 'ole days? meat used to be good because it came from a butcher - bread was fresh and real because it came from a baker: the people in your neighborhood, the people that you meet each day. Legos aren't what they used to be. At one time, my time, Legos were building blocks for imaginations. they would supply you with the intended result, but they left

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6:30pm - about 8 hrs before storm: The timeline: It was really sunny and nice all day on Friday. We were granted leave from work at 2pm on Thursday and full off day on Friday to prepare. We had supplies from Eduard or Gustav and we had our hurricane kit ready to go, so I went to Spec's. Spec's is a great place to get ANY type, style, brand of adult beverages: stocked up on wine and beer. After

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In a lightning strike in reverse, it became more clear. The rolling thunder, building in the distance, forshadowed the realization, the truth to come. It was lunch, around 2 o'clock in a higher quality chain sandwich shop known for toasted sandwiches and pepper bar. All was reasonable with first contact....conversation of hello and what I would like prepared for me...ok. Down the prep-line I went

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well, can't sleep.LUCY is at the Houston Museum of Natural Science http://http//lucyexhibition.com/about-the-exhibit.aspx in what I believe to be the first US tour, if not, ever of LUCY the little hominid that could. The exhibit touts the culture and history and richness of Ethiopia with Lucy as the ambassador. It does accomplish that, but what struck me was the dichotomy of theory. The majority

ericjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18105459590251712146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443318844797691210.post-21421167417724579822007-11-12T22:33:00.000-06:002007-11-12T22:49:49.268-06:00

April 27th...april 27th was nearly seven months ago. a bit has changed in seven months: finished a 'capstone' or final project of an undergraduate degree, graduated and recieved said undergraduate degree, awarded Hienzelmann Prize for outstanding project of the graduating class, moved 800 miles south, began career at architectural firm, moved into apt with my truest love, ..., traveled to and

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umm, why in the hell is my prairie blue?its a meditation chapelthis is a 'haven of repose'. the young lady is drying in her private bath courtyard, and oh look, some new found freinds are trying to get our attention across the way.why in the hell is it blue?

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nyc city hall circa fall 2005

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I live in a 1960's (probably, guessing by the decor) eight unit apartment building. Its construction does not lend itself to close quarters living, i.e. thin walls, poor layout leading to acoustic problems, little to no insulation, and leaky connections. This all contributes to poor acoustic separation. I live on the second floor (more like one and a half) and my neighbors below are with the Big

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Long before our love making sweat has gone,an early morning beckon arousessmoldering desires of another.Time knows of no hour I will not cometo my mistress bathed in inspiration.To selfishly satisfy needs makingan hour into days, effortlessly. The dancing phone, up to now obscure,blending into the un-world beyond,begs my attention and explanationupon your discovery of the voidin our

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iupon the sidewalk that children and mothers strollwhile shopping for glamorous trinketswhose worth will evaporate into nothingduring the car ride home,are the dark splattered stains of misjudgment.lined in a row at the base of the wall,cowering in the corner,unapologetically in the center, mid-stumble,their memory endures beyond the night’s. ii

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while i only have twenty hours to finish a model which deserves about forty, a series of events this morning (half hour after i wake up qualifies as morning even if it is one thirty) that deserves note. i didn't realize it was missing until i stumbled up to the counter to buy basswood for the aforementioned model, reached into my pocket to pull out only a phone. flustered, still sleeping, and

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believe it or not, this is a transit stop on the Museuminsle in Berlin. though fictitious, i think it would be a nice installation...some day perhaps.

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Beyond the bare sycamore treethe sky’s fire submitsto the deep sapphire of night. The three colored pointsI have been trackingconverge among the swarm of white fire-flies. Sitting on the frozen mudI hold them all in my handeven though I am their passenger.

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while watching the history channel or discovery or some other pseudo-educational show...actually, i think it was CBS News during the wee hours of the morning, the news lady informed me that a new gold dollar coin was going into circulation __ again. after the news folk talked back and forth with experts, treasury officials, and citizens at great length, they resolved that most of the people who

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Pull slowly from its thin cellthe ghost of everything and nothing:A dignified face of virgin snowhelplessly waiting for a plow to soil it. Laid upon table as offeringspread the rag smooth along the border.Corners clamped with suppressive care,its pure color glares indignation. From the cache choose certainly.Prodding finger shunts themback and forth; their hollow

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Well, I have gone and done it. It's 6:00am (regardless of the pacific time zone stamp i believe will be imposed below) and i'm feeling the tension between productivity and sleep. In a keen diversionary tactic i visited the only two readily packaged, waiting, binary, one-sided conversations known to me, and was glad to read them both. The contemorary letter--blog, less the 39 cents, but still

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