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.

25 April 2001

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now i'm just waiting to get my old passport in the mail. my mom sent it out some time over the weekend, but as of noon today, wednesday, it's still not here. there's a form i can fill out to apply without it, but it would be easier to have it in hand.

this afternoon my ecs group met to discuss what work we still had to do for our presentation on the mit chapel. it all got a little tense. i can't imagine working in a firm and having to try and coordinate an actual architectural project between half a dozen or more people.

garth made soup tonight, and then it was back to studio. i have a mid-project crit tomorrow, but i don't think i've really internalized that fact. i feel as if i'm sort of a week behind where i should be do to my indecision about what scheme to pursue. my models are completely sketchy, chipboard and duct tape, and my drawings are all empty floor plans and sections, i have a building envelope, but i haven't really put anything in to it.

at four-thirty in the morning i realized that although i was holding a pencil i hadn't made a mark in half an hour and that it was time to go home and get some sleep.