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>From the SPA (Small Practice Architects) website:
>
>Our guest diarist this month is Daniel Libeskind, the world's
>leading designer of sorrowful museums.
>
>Monday. I am in New York, feeling very much like a New Yorker. This
>morning as I was getting dressed - one boot at a time, like everyone
>else living in a democracy - I looked out of my window at Ground
>Zero.
>
>Not for the first time, I reflected that there are some very
>positive things rising from the ashes of the September 11 disaster.
>Not least a world-class memorial, set within a Zone of Somber
>Rememberin' . I have been very lucky to get the opportunity to
>replan this area of Lower Manhattan - though admittedly only up to
>ground level.
>
>Above ground level, a dazzling array of brilliant architecture by
>some of the best designers in the world will rise. It is my task to
>guide their brilliance to fruition with constructive criticism and
>public speeches. I expect in due course to feel quite humbled by
>this.
>
>Tuesday. There's an old English folk song, shrouded in
>half-forgotten memory, and pain, which goes: "Maybe it's
>because I'm in London that I love London Town".
>
>Standing today on Yesminster Bridge, I felt absolutely like a
>Londoner. I am here to meet the trustees of the Victoria and Albert
>Museum to discuss the future of the extension I have designed for
>them, the "Radical Corkscrew".
>
>They seem very impressed with my theory of architectural
>counterpoint - built form/void, amnesia/remembrance etc. They set me
>a new challenge: to "unthink the unthinkable". Sadly, by the end of
>our meeting, this concept had evolved into decommissioning the
>unbuildable.
>
>Wednesday. Today I am in Tel Aviv. As ever, it feels like home.
>And, like all homes, unique in its contradictions. Yes, there is
>sadness. But also there is hope, and flattery.
>
>We drove straight to the Museum of Infinite Misery But Also
>Healing, where I was given a gold medal for my Services to Anguish,
>and a lavish dinner afterwards. It was a joyous occasion. I spoke
>about the unquenchable human spirit, then took up my accordion and
>played a poignant version of the Trini Lopez tune If I Had A
>Hammer.
>
>Thursday. Genoa? She's my wife! Seriously - every time I come to
>Genoa, it's like rediscovering an almost atavistic sense of
>belonging, of self-in-time-and-space.
>
>To me, a city is the ultimate work of art, and every citizen is a
>contributor to that work. I will shortly be extending the living
>canvas here with several new skyscrapers, and today I got to meet
>the project's investors, who are the modern-day equivalent of great
>Renaissance patrons.
>
>I explained that my design will hold echoes of the Bubonic Plague
>that swept Europe in the Middle Ages, but will also suggest the
>movements of life-affirming peasant dances. My patrons looked a
>little uncertain until I said that, of course, without guaranteed
>minimum areas of lettable floorspace there can be neither joy nor
>tragedy.
>
>Friday. As I stroll through Dublin's fair city (practically a second
>home these days!) my mind is racing. "Plump, stately Buck Mulligan",
>fried kidneys, the dialogue of gaslamps, Molly Bloom and yes crumbs
>in the bed yes...
>
>A double epiphany strikes me. Firstly, I am in Prague, not Dublin!
>Secondly, the reason I'm thinking in this stream of consciousness
>way is because I'm supposed to be pitching my ideas for a Museum of
>Surrealist Remembrance in half an hour.
>
>The meeting goes well, of course. I explain my basic idea - a
>cluster of exploding shards. But this time, they have a slightly
>melted look. How my clients laugh when I hand them the drawings - I
>have written "These are not the drawings" on the front.
>
>Saturday. Berlin, my spiritual home. I have just called in briefly
>to pick up my spiritual mail and feed my spiritual cat.
>
>Sunday. Home again to New York. A family day, full of laughter. And
>Bach. And invoicing.
>
>
--
M L " Mike " Waller
Charrette Design Group Architects
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<blockquote type="cite" cite><br></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" size="+2" color="#000000"><i>From the SPA (Small Practice Architects)
website:</i></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" size="+2" color="#000000"><i><br></i></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" size="+2" color="#000000"><i>Our guest diarist this month is Daniel Libeskind,
the world's leading designer of sorrowful
museums.</i></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" size="+2" color="#000000"><i><br></i></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><b>Monday.</b> I am in New York, feeling very much
like a New Yorker. This morning as I was getting dressed - one boot at
a time, like everyone else living in a democracy - I looked out of my
window at Ground Zero.</font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><br></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000">Not
for the first time, I reflected that there are some very positive
things rising from the ashes of the September 11 disaster. Not
least a world-class memorial, set within a<i> Zone of Somber
Rememberin'</i> . I have been very lucky to get the opportunity to
replan this area of Lower Manhattan - though admittedly only up to
ground level.</font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><br></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000">Above
ground level, a dazzling array of brilliant architecture by some of
the best designers in the world will rise. It is my task to guide
their brilliance to fruition with constructive criticism and
public speeches. I expect in due course to feel quite humbled by
this.</font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><br></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><b>Tuesday.</b> There's an old English folk song,
shrouded in half-forgotten memory, and pain, which goes:<i>
"Maybe
it's
because I'm in London that I love London
Town".</i></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><i><br></i></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000">Standing today on Yesminster Bridge, I felt absolutely
like a Londoner. I am here to meet the trustees of the Victoria
and Albert Museum to discuss the future of the extension I have
designed for them, the "Radical
Corkscrew".</font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><br></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000">They
seem very impressed with my theory of architectural counterpoint -
built form/void, amnesia/remembrance etc. They set me a new challenge:
to "unthink the unthinkable". Sadly, by the end of our
meeting, this concept had evolved into decommissioning the
unbuildable.</font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><br></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><b>Wednesday.</b> Today I am in Tel Aviv. As ever, it
feels like home. And, like all homes, unique in its
contradictions. Yes, there is sadness. But also there is hope, and
flattery.</font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><br></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000">We
drove straight to the Museum of Infinite Misery But Also
Healing, where I was given a gold medal for my Services to Anguish,
and a lavish dinner afterwards. It was a joyous occasion. I spoke
about the unquenchable human spirit, then took up my accordion and
played a poignant version of the Trini Lopez tune<i> If I Had
A
Hammer.</i></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><i><br></i></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><b>Thursday.</b> Genoa? She's my wife! Seriously -
every time I come to Genoa, it's like rediscovering an almost
atavistic sense of belonging, of
self-in-time-and-space.</font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><br></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000">To me,
a city is the ultimate work of art, and every citizen is a
contributor to that work. I will shortly be extending the living
canvas here with several new skyscrapers, and today I got to meet the
project's investors, who are the modern-day equivalent of great
Renaissance patrons.</font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><br></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000">I
explained that my design will hold echoes of the Bubonic Plague that
swept Europe in the Middle Ages, but will also suggest the movements
of life-affirming peasant dances. My patrons looked a little uncertain
until I said that, of course, without guaranteed minimum areas of
lettable floorspace there can be neither joy nor
tragedy.</font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><br></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><b>Friday.</b> As I stroll through Dublin's fair city
(practically a second home these days!) my mind is racing.
"Plump, stately Buck Mulligan", fried kidneys, the dialogue
of gaslamps, Molly Bloom and yes crumbs in the bed
yes...</font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><br></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000">A
double epiphany strikes me. Firstly, I am in Prague, not Dublin!
Secondly, the reason I'm thinking in this stream of consciousness way
is because I'm supposed to be pitching my ideas for a Museum of
Surrealist Remembrance in half an hour.</font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><br></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000">The
meeting goes well, of course. I explain my basic idea - a cluster of
exploding shards. But this time, they have a slightly melted look. How
my clients laugh when I hand them the drawings - I have written
"These are not the drawings" on the
front.</font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><br></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><b>Saturday.</b> Berlin, my spiritual home. I have
just called in briefly to pick up my spiritual mail and feed my
spiritual cat.</font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><br></font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" color="#000000"><b>Sunday.</b> Home again to New York. A family day,
full of laughter. And Bach. And invoicing.</font></blockquote>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" size="-3" color="#000000"><br>
</font><font face="Times" size="-3" color="#000000"> </font></blockquote>
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</pre></x-sigsep>
<div>M L " Mike " Waller<br>
<br>
Charrette Design Group Architects<br>
<br>
From soon to be walkable Mandeville, La.</div>
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