magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

Untitled.

15 March 2001

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as it is, i wake up bleary eyed. it's a struggle to get out of bed, shower, dress, eat. and there's no chance that my mind will be as keen as it would need to be to live up to the level of creativity and insight that i expect of myself.

and i guess it's not all as bad as it can sound. but i do so enjoy getting a good night's sleep. actually feeling refreshed in the morning.


my mock-up presentation board was just pieces of yellow trace tacked to the wall on top of other pieces of yellow trace. no one else had an actual presentation either, it was all very formative. (and we've got a week more for this project?)

the crit was helpful, but leaves me needing to rethink quite a bit of my strategy. and then of course still do all the presentation drawings and graphics and layout and all that. anne told me later, "sorry to make it hard for you." but really i made it hard on myself, holding onto architectural ideas that while neat in their own right didn't really help further the ideas behind my building.


the ehp dinner, originally snowed out last week, was rescheduled for this evening. not much that i could eat, as i expected. but i met a few other people going, along with the new chief critic, and some of the kids who were there last year, and began to get a little bit of a feeling for what it will actually be like. i'm already thinking that i'm going to have a hard time coming back. it will probably be nice to do another year at risd afterwards, but sight-unseen i think that i might want to spend more time in rome down the line.