architecty architecture

Class is very boring. As much as I love architecture and my professor, I cannot stay awake for the life of me. In an attempt to avoid this and to actually learn some of the material she's covering, I present you with my favorite topic of this lecture: Alhambra. I promise I don't only like it because it's pretty. That may or may not be the main reason, but it's definitely not the only...

Just look at that pretty

Granted she only mentioned it in passing, but the columns and arches are just too dainty to not love. No, they do not remind me of the murderous chandelier. Okay they do a little bit, or I wouldn't have mentioned it. 

Islamic gardens all have water features, which is pretty sweet considering most of them are in the desert.The people who built these gardens were masters of irrigation systems, an I can hardly handle a sprinkler. It's a bit humbling when you think about it. Here's another one, Bagh-e Fin, Kashan.

oooo.... aaaaaaahh.....

These guys really knew how to make an effective garden. They're rich and understated, yet absolutely breathtaking. Can you do that? Maybe, I don't know you well enough to judge. 

And to add a little wtf:

this makes sense to me, you don't have to follow my logic

i don't think you quite understand this relationship

Hello, my name is Jamie, and I am a caffeine addict.

I require at least 2-3 cups of coffee or some sort of highly caffeinated beverage a day, or I will bring the wrath of the dehydrated caffeine gods onto my poor head. Splitting headaches, incredible levels of grouchiness...it's not pretty. It's as if someone took away Oscar the Grouch's ability to bitterly complain about everything and his trash can too, leaving him lost and ready to explode into little green furry puppet pieces of anger and pain. (see figure below)

no one wants this. 

One day I might get over this ridiculous addiction that I share with almost every American, though probably not because that's how Starbucks likes it.

 

if only.

 My problem with caffeine is reinforced by my absurd sleep schedule. (of course by which I mean nap schedule...) I don't sleep because I feel like the world is passing my unconscious, vulnerable body behind and creating all sorts of inside jokes and stories, none of which I would be able to understand if I wasn't there to appreciate them firsthand. The only safe time to sleep is from 4-6 am, because no one else is awake either and the bowels of the internet have often also lost their entertainment value. Any opportunity to sleep becomes thwarted by the thought of undone homework, however, and this precious window of opportunity to recharge the biological batteries is WASTED on monotony and papers that wind up sounding religiously dedicated to Le Corbusier. Sure, the man fathered the Modernist movement. That does not mean I have to appreciate writing about him. In my opinion, his buildings are ugly and while he had some interesting concepts driving his designs, he was fairly lacking in general aesthetic. I'll give him credit though, he was hilariously insane. Reading some of his published work is like trying to wade through the mind of a stoned teenager. 

seriously, wtf is this

 Le Corbusier. The great LC himself. Hmpfh. He and Frank Lloyd Wright are going to come together and steal my weekend, seeing as I never really got a good handle on that paper I was procrastinating on. They'll have to trek along with me to Philly, I guess.

student is as student does

Blahblahblah, i'm writing a blog. I have finally joined the ranks of many an internet monger, wasting away in front of the computer hoping to dreg some sort of entertainment from the depths of the glowing screen in front of me. I'm a student, it is an accepted form of procrastination that we all fall prey to.

My goal here is to not write my paper. I am particularly good at not accomplishing anything, and as much as I hate to admit it, I need the drama of a deadline hanging over my head like a murderous chandelier to actually accomplish anything. Seeing as it is a Thursday night and the assignment is due Monday, my mind assumes that i have plenty of time to actually finish it. This is a lie. I don't have the time, I have to go stab a lot of people this weekend (fencing, calm down, i am not a serial killer.) This will take up the entirety of the weekend. If I don't finish this paper I haven't even started, my weekend will look like this:

I won't even get flowers on my tombstone.