Pretending to Be…


Lots To Be Thankful For…
November 28, 2008, 1:56 am
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Hope Everyone has a Joyous Thanksgiving break…
Know that no matter what you may be going through there are people around the world that have it worse…
Say a prayer for Mumbai…

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Going Home…
November 26, 2008, 11:20 pm
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Going to NYC for the Thanksgiving Holidays…
First time Im going to Queens for any kind of Holiday…
Feels weird not to be going to Brooklyn…
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I Needed To Go To the Bathroom and Take a Doodle…

I havent updated in ages…
Its cause this time of year is finals time for Design student…
Heres some of my concept drawings for our final project…
We have to design a Bird Sanctuary/Research center…

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The concept Im developing is the idea of contrast between bird circulation and human circulation. Birds do not view an enclosed space, i.e. four walls and a roof as a safe location…
In fact the safest places for birds may be the most dangerous for humans; on a ledge or on top of a pole…
So what is the ideal space for birds?

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The problem with creating a space based solely on a bird’s circulation path is that it belittles human programmatic space. So the balance and harmony between actually program of the building that humans can utilize and the spaces the birds can utilize must stand together.

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So Im almost finished with my first concept model. Ill post that as soon as Im done.

The image you see below is my concept board I did. The drawings above are all on this board. Basically I sat in front of my drafting table at studio and sketched and doodled for a long time. The Final Crit is just around the corner…
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Back to the Future…
November 7, 2008, 11:01 pm
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In the future men will wear t-shirts displaying a picture of their cock and salary.

Women will come in twos, for the monogamous women will have long been bred out of nature in favor of the ménage á trios kind, so that finally, manly hunters can indulge in Miller Lite Fantasies and proudly gather their 15 seconds of commercialized ejaculation.

Light from stars will shine through atmospheric cut outs of corporate slogans, beaming onto Earth great advertisements from the sky.

Metal will erect into the clouds. You will stroke the building, riding it floor to floor, inserting yourself completely. You will let it warm you and feed you, nourishing insulation, fuck your Mother.

Serial TV will be wired throughout your skull, and you will shut your eyes to internally display the good ol’ pastime for your vicarious mind.

Everything will exist outside ourselves as ends, and through there will be means to everything, these means will be owned and assumed. As flies stuck in the web, we will be born as we are caught, our dreams the last measure of freedom we would have sought.

Life will be an ant farm.

Numbers will bleed from the sky- philosophy splashed with rhetoric and rationalism, churchmongers choking on faith pills.

Music will be reduced to one simple tone, perfectly balanced, the ultimate hook, impossible to forget and intrinsically unchallengeable.

Children will virtually kill each other virtually.

Politicians will set up lemonade stands.

Oceans will be drained for real estate and land owners will display souvenirs of Coke cans found littered in their sand yards.

Pornography will ascend to glamorous photos of shiny cars and you will jerk off to such aspirations.

Yin and Yang will go to war.

Physically defective people will be quarantined to parks where families vacation to feel better about functionality.

There will be no place for error.

And here now, I sit around perplexed, a stale pesticide.

In the past, I was a poet, full of diction and intellectual jargon, in love with wordy ideas and mesmerizing language, verbose for the sake of…

I hardly try anymore,

In the future, I never existed.


by Steve Morgan
as excerpted from ADBusters magazine
November.December 2008 issue #80
Volume 16 Number 6

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Thank God The Election is Over…
November 5, 2008, 10:23 pm
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I only sleep with democrats


Thank God
I was getting nauseous of all the political news and controversies and all that bullshit…
I didnt vote….
lazy, ignorant, unpatriotic?
u tell me…
but Im glad Obama won…
we finally have a qualified president…
even though I do not agree with many of his policies…
And even if he keeps only half of his promises he will be a good president…
Says a lot about our government doesnt it?

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Why I didnt vote (sarcasm)



Some Dreams Stay Dreams…
November 4, 2008, 5:49 am
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You if you could dive into the deepest and most creative sanctums of my brain you would realize in fact, that I am a genius. But the problem is the that my most ingenious and breath-taking ideas never materialize into any sort of tangible form. Its true pertaining to this blog. I have so many great ideas for posts and so many great concepts but they never come to fruition. I feel like if I just had enough time to work on my blog and work on the great ideas in my head and translate it to blog form that the masses will love to come and read what I have to write and pretend about. Partly it is my own fault, I can get lazy sometimes, but the biggest culprit is school and the titanic workload I juggle around. You know, the REAL stuff in life, not the pretend stuff.

But its even true in school. I am in fact, an architecture major, and at the start of every project I start ,I have so many great ideas and so many amazing feats that formulate in my brain, but at the end of the project I am left with a disappointed feeling at the final result. Actually, in 2 1/2 years of school I only am proud of 3 specific projects I have done. 3! And I have probably done about 20 or 30 projects.

It can get pretty demoralizing. Working countless days on a project. Countless sleepless nights. Countless meals missed. Shrugging off your social retardation. Losing hair follicles probably because of all the fucking caffeinated drinks you intake. And slowly beginning to talk to a volleyball that you paint a face on and call ‘Wilson’.
And then after all that sacrifice, at the finish line, the pretty damning truth is that you are not proud of what you have produced. Its a feeling that is indescribable. And, its a feeling that I wonder why I get. I mean for most my projects I usually give close to 100%. Apart from freshman year, most of my work has gotten my fullest effort to the fullest extent. But I always feel empty seeing the final result. Its kinda like you seeing your best girlfriend with a guy and you getting jealous. You have absolutely no sexual or emotion feelings for her, but yet there are some jealous emotions that arise. Its something you cant explain (shut up, Freud, shut up).

In the past I always say that I need to work harder. And all I can say now, is the same thing. Work harder. Drive yourself harder until the effort gets painful. And its far from New Years but I will make a resolution now that I will not break. Today was the start of my final project in design. And I will make it something I am proud of. Also I will not neglect this blog, and churn out the most creative shit ever. The second promise I will probably break, but the first one is something I wont.

Maybe if I put this promise in written form I will think twice about breaking it.
Maybe…