(Untitled)- January 25, 2005 Short Century It snowed this weekend. A lot. I walked across an empty Central Park in the blizzard and trudged through snowbanks up to my thigh. I loved it. I loved the quiet of the city muffled by the snow, stomping my boots when I came inside for a coffee. I missed winter. My mom called me from San Francisco to ask me what it was like. "I'm listening to NPR right now and they're calling ithttp://skunklove.blogspot.com/2005/01/short-century-it-snowed-this-weekend.html (Untitled)- January 21, 2005 An Old Rant Organizing files on my computer today, I found this essay that I wrote last spring. I couldn't post it then because it referred to my then-employer. But now I am gone from there and while it could use some tightening up, I like it. I came remarkably close to finishing my childhood tonight. I had found it after a brief search on ebay, of course, and spent moments of my free timehttp://skunklove.blogspot.com/2005/01/old-rant-organizing-files-on-my.html (Untitled)- January 18, 2005 Good Bad It Don't Matter. I was reading through the National Arts Journalism Program's 2001 Survey of Newspaper Architecture Critics this morning (I know, I'm four years late and reading obscure things, but someone loaned it to me and I was curious), and I was struck by something that Paul Goldberger wrote. Answering the question, "how much does architectural critcism matter" he writes: It'shttp://skunklove.blogspot.com/2005/01/good-bad-it-dont-matter.html (Untitled)- January 13, 2005 Earth, Wind, & Fire I stumbled across a glass blowing studio tonight on my walk home from Bedford Avenue. I'd had no idea that it existed. It was cold and misty outside; the skyline had been smothered by fog. It was the kind of weather where I bury my chin in my collar to avoid the damp and keep my eyes straight ahead. You know, moving them side to side might let some heat escape my body. Andhttp://skunklove.blogspot.com/2005/01/earth-wind-skyline-had-been-smothered.html |