magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

slept terribly last night. my legs hurt. it was hot. the city was loud. and i got bit by this mosquito a couple of times that i was apparently very allergic to; my right index finger is still swollen, about fifteen hours later. when i did sleep, i dreamt about cataloguing artists' books.

got the new ida cd in the mail today, but as i'm writing this from work i haven't had the chance to listen to it yet.

architecturally, i've been researching the work of daniel libeskind. i checked a book out of the library last week, that had "grown out of a symposium, 'the idea of the city', held at the architectural association, london, in celebration of the life of alvin boyarsky" (from the dedication of the book). in it is an "essay" by libeskind, that is linguistically beautiful, but seems to be almost complete nonsense, as if it had been written by a computer, with a knowledge of grammar (and poetic grammar at that), but not of meaning.

needless to say, i was fascinated. so i pulled all of the books by and about libeskind that the library has. some of his early work is only really architecture insofar as an architect drew it. and there's nothing wrong with that, i'm certainly interested in doing work that is not architecture, per se. but, it seems almost...presumptuous?

i don't really know. i know that i have gotten some architectural ideas while reading his work. (even his drawings are something more to be read than to be simply looked at.) it's something i'll have to think more about. and hopefully explore those boundaries at some point in my architectural education.