If you've read Naked Lunch, you'll remember fondly the repulsive creatures who spurt jizz out of their heads. If you didn't read that fine book, maybe it's because you were never an aspiring teenaged beatnik.I would suspect William S. Burroughs would barely raise a wild eyebrow at the blog as a career model. Of course there are creatures wishing to enslave themselves to a form of collective thought.
Architecture and blogging share a similarly intense behavioral pattern; so much so that I have little to say about the last few days of labor. I have been sitting in front of a computer working as fast as I can to process the 1,000 triangles of glory needed to erect our monument. The assembly is crawling along and there are apparently pieces wrong and/or missing. But we soldier on, and what happens happens. I hope that such uneasy and self- evident statements will become less frequent over the weekend. I hope "it is what it is" is not our mantra. I'd prefer our mantra to be more along the lines of "fuck yeah."
