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Monday, April 4, 2016

RELATIONS: OCCUPANCIES

I may have read it.  Yes, I have, had & of course understood it.  The way it has to be practiced, the Architecture industry along with Engineering, Business, Health, Economics, etecetera , etcetera, etcetera.   Why it had to be so much like a very complicated thing to do, maybe that is why the Professional Practice has to be very meticulous in nature, to the point where some may prove unnecessary.  Panic sets in to some professionals who can't handle grace under pressure.  The question of who is going to be responsible for doing this , or doing that.  The confusion of who is going to have to be picked out to be chosen as to who'll be awarded for a commission.  

And after doing so, meaning, to accept the responsibility for a project to be done properly, would mean a certain amount of formality, modesty, honesty, integrity, & decency.  It had to be decided though that through all of these  requirements built up by an enforcing authority which can or may prove to be really necessary, can produce an "obra".  

Analogies and inspirations from nature, the need for it.  The overwhelming need.  That overwhelming call of the times.   That trend, fad, I think holds supreme, because of the presence of the present which can't be denied.  That thing obfuscated obviously had to be presented.

EDUCATION IS NOT A CRIME, RIGHT?

Tell me if I am wrong but I need someone to point this out clearly to me. Somebody needs to prove to me that "Education is not a crime." I have always been at this helm of trying to understand everything around me. But of course exhaustion does set in at some point. I can't keep learning things. I need to show you why that I have done all my best and had to leave school, the world of learning. It means that I have done my best and my best was always good enough for me. Everything else is just a distraction, a comparison, a translation, another perception, an angle, a twist. I need the freedom from competition. I need the freedom to not agree. I need the freedom to do things the way I want it to go at my own schedule.

Sunday, April 3, 2016

SOMETHING IN THE AIR

There is always something in the air.  It is not in the water nor in the river, the oceans, seas, streams, brook, lake.  There's just something in the air.  Come on.  Smell it.  Breathe in and breathe out.  Come on, something that can't be heard but keeps calling.  

Let's keep working, making money when we just don't need it. Forget the news, no, don't forget the news just don't believe everything it says.  How surprising how some things can end.  Some season or some trend that keeps coming back.  Come on.  It does do come back, it's like a memory, it's like something you can never forget.  Like your name that they keep calling you, popping up, your nickname that obscures your real name.  Might just be your birthday.  Come on, no one can really forget their birthdays.  How about the day the Christmas falls on? Or that food that keeps bugging you, your mother's breath,  your father's arms, you teacher's smile, your brother's laugh, your sister's eyes, your family. 

Somewhere somebody misses their own family.  I just wonder sometimes how would someone define a family these days.  Does a family include a dog? A cat?  Do your houses need to have cars? Some kind of transportation like a bicycle?  At some point if somebody plans to have one, a family besides the one he or she is being tortured upon, has to decide to build a house, a place for reconciliation, for solitude, for serenity.  

And thereupon as one decides for it, will it make life easier?  Will it ever be the same again? Well, who knows?  Life is getting stranger and stranger everyday.  And the music still keeps playing reminding us what we should believe to be right and truthful. Something that keeps holding the torch for a light that never goes out and the strength that is within. Hey, have you lost your hearts, your arms, your fingers, your head? Your head is still there I suppose.