the box - day1

today was day1 of the box construction (unless you count the three weeks of planning and fretting i've already put in). i didn't think i'd be able to pull it off. no saw, no wheels, no money to pay someone to do it. the box is a place for our baby girl to sleep in. a bit inhumane, except for she doesn't like light while she sleeps.

i'm beginning to see why balloon framing has hung around for so long! i framed this wall in about 3 hours...not one lesson (unless you count architecture school - but in this case i wouldn't).

oh, and the best part is that leopoldi's hardware down on the corner was cheaper than lowe's. i granny carted the lumber up the hill and sawed it the old fashioned way!

i'm a little more of a man tonight!

just shoot me

if this lady helps to get the mccain ticket into the white house who else out there would like to join me on the first amtrak to canada?

really republicans? are you serious?

ps: this post is dedicated to my one republican friend vin who has already developed a crush on our prospective vp!

one degree from phelps

Imagine my surprise this morning when i heard that michael phelps had been swimming in the mcburney ymca pool in chelsea yesterday. i've swam there before...why not yesterday?! what's more the pool wouldn't have attracted phelps if it hadn't been for the lovely aqua marine tile job the pool possesses courtesy of my employer dattner architects (see photos above. phelps in banana hammock and dattner's work).

on top of all that at lunch the day before i stepped out onto 57th street which is normally full of reasonably large commotion but this week even more due to u.s. open players and fans staying in a neighboring hotel. add to that this day that there were a bunch of film trucks and trailers displacing the u.s. open tour buses. police cars, lazy stage hands and their sandwiches, angry bus drivers unable to get to their stranded tourist travelers. a disaster all made legal by a bunch of those no parking signs posted on colored paper we see all over the city when film shoots are going on. usually they are for c.s.i. something or other but this time they were for one of my favorites, entourage.

so where am i going with this? check it out. sir phelps and my boys from entourage filming somewhere just outside my door whilst i autocadded my afternoon away just a few floors above!

Drywall master of the universe!

for some reason I always remember that dan, the dad on Roseanne, was always at the mercy of the rise and fall of the drywall profession. This weekend marks my first attempt at sheetrocking. to prepare i've been reading this page turner pictured at right with a growing mancrush on myron r. ferguson.

tomorrow, this black pantsed architect, will get his hands dirty and risk finger cuts (and subsequent mousing delays) by traveling to lowe's for a load of lumber.

baby girl needs a box to sleep in and i'm the one to build it!

save a horse, ride a cowboy

thursday at 3pm and it's town for a cowboy parade in provincetown. l, a, b, s, e & i were on an a tour of the town last week as the subject of our morning adventure. pulling out of the crowded parking lot at noon (cowboy parades are a popular sight!) b put on this tune (be patient while it downloads) by mgmt.

'time to pretend' is a mixture of synthesized pop beats that come in and out perfectly with lyrics about aging out of youth complete with an eff-bomb or two and suggestions for using cocaine and getting with hot models. it really helped form the scene of p-town on parade day. have a listen.

welcome to a nu-normal

it's going to be a 'new normal' they told us in birth class. it's true and it's the result of a lot of early 30's occasions. i recently came across a recent email to my friend james when he turned thirty:

what's in store? continued professional improvement. 30 somethings rule the world - or at least do all the work. you'll also take over the family as most responsible most able bodied generation then there's your own family. breeding if that's the path you choose will become an ever increasingly present thought/discussion. and finally saturday afternoon becomes the new thursday night. unless you go hipster and then tuesday night becomes the new saturday afternoon.

inspired by so many of my favorite blogs i thought i'd give it go. here goes...