magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

After work, I got the idea into my head that it might be nice to walk home. And I headed out, down Broadway. On the way I exchanged a few text messages with Er!n. 'Meet me right now if you want to get high off of hairspray.' She was using it as some sort of fixative for her art of course, and being somewhat tongue in cheek. I had just passed through Union Square, had sort of given up on the idea of walking home anyway, and was only seven blocks away.

We met up, went to buy some more hairspray, and then noticed the crowd of people outside of the building with Cooper's main auditorium. Tonight was the last of that series of architecture and music lectures. Bernard Tschumi and Moby. Er!n got me a ticket, but felt that she had too much work to do to go herself.

I was excited to see Bernard Tschumi speak, he's been a pretty big influence on the development of my own architectural work. I had some trepidations about Moby, given his corporate whoredom and all. And to put it generously, he's really not a very good public speaker. Tschumi was better. Despite being Swiss, his accent and speaking cadence reminded me a lot of Friedrich's (my thesis advisor, who is Austrian). It would have been nice to see him lecture more specifically on his own work, I think, but in any case, I'm still glad I went.