Architecture is a drug and it happens to be my drug of choice. I choose it because I am pretty certain my next high will be the ultimate high. Architecture is the MSG in cheap Chinese food. Architecture is the cubic zirconia of gemstones. Architecture is butter on a turd. Architecture is the wingdings of font types. Architecture speaks Chinese. I speak American. Architecture is a country club member, wealthy and judgmental. Architecture is a 9 year old's tree house. No girls allowed. If professions were color-coded, Architecture would be black. If Architecture were a food group, it would be candy. If Architecture were a television channel, it would be MTV. Architecture is your grandmother trying to convince you that peas will make you grow big and strong. Architecture is nauseously hypocritical and I am a case in point because, like Architecture, I hide my ignorance with sardonic one-liners. Architecture is the crease in my forehead.
I can't disagree with any of your colorful accusations of what architecture is, but to me it has definitely been more than a struggle trying to figure out what I think it is. Mostly I've latched onto what other people around me have said/thought/suggested...blindly. To me your statement here is saying that while you don't have quite a full idea of what it is, these are the parts of it you've discovered. I think it takes more knowledge of architecture to say it doesn't make sense than it does to prescribe to another persons view of it.
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ReplyDeleteI love it...sounds like a bitch, but the kind of bitch you have the most fun with
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