Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Junkspace

"If space-junk is the human debris that litters the universe, Junk-Space is the residue mankind leaves on the planet...Junkspace is what remains after modernization has run its course, or, more precisely, what coagulates while modernization is in progress, its fallout."

"Junkspace is the sum total of our current put together, but somehow we do not register on the same scales. We do not leave pyramids."

"Because it costs money, is no longer free, [air-]conditioned space inevitably becomes conditional space; sooner or later all conditional space turns into Junkspace...When we think about space, we have only looked at its containers. As if space itself is invisible, all theory for the production of space is based on an obsessive preoccupation with its opposite: substance and objects, i.e., architecture. Architects could never explain space; Junkspace is our punishment for their mystifications."

"Earthlings now live in a kindergarten grotesque...Junkspace thrives on design, but design dies in Junkspace. There is no form, only proliferation..Regurgitation is the new creativity; instead of creation we honor, cherish, and embrace manipulation.."

"The curse of public space: latent fascism safely smothered in signage, stools, sympathy...Junkspace is postexistential; it makes you uncertain where you are, obscures where you go, undoes where you were."

"God is dead, the author is dead, history is dead, only the architect is left standing...an insulting evolutionary joke..."

-Rem Koolhaas, Junkspace (2002)

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Enneagram of personality

My friends introduced me to an interesting personality diagram called the Enneagram a while ago. The book they had was pretty hilarious for the random details it would provide such as likely eating disorders and drug abuses for each type. Without going into much detail, I find myself a solid 4. Yesterday I realized my last relationship wasn't very fulfilling because I definitely disintegrated into a 2.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Oh, Berkeley...

Nov. 4, 2008

Nov. 19, 2009

Feb. 26, 2010

This is not the revolution.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Lagging it

I need to finish editing the rest of the Christmas photos tomorrow.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

She speaks sooth

[Talking to my sister as I drove her to school this morning]
Isn't the point of living a block away from the school is so you can walk and nobody has to drive you?
- No, it's so you blur the line between school and home and it never ends.

I think she's ready for college.