April 22, 2009
tuning my piano
i'm an architecture student, but i don't want to talk about architecture.
the idea here is not to gripe about the vicissitudes of graduate school, or to count all-nighters, or to wax extemporaneous about the endless virtues of the gabian wall - no. that's not the idea at all.
the idea is to let out the other emily - the one with the food porn obsession, the growing collection of purple clothing, the one who likes to draw robots. that emily. i thought it was about time i gave her a room of her own, in the hopes that the imagined demands of the blogosphere might coax her into more frequent public appearances. that maybe documentation can breed creation, and propagation.
here's hoping, eh?
the idea here is not to gripe about the vicissitudes of graduate school, or to count all-nighters, or to wax extemporaneous about the endless virtues of the gabian wall - no. that's not the idea at all.
the idea is to let out the other emily - the one with the food porn obsession, the growing collection of purple clothing, the one who likes to draw robots. that emily. i thought it was about time i gave her a room of her own, in the hopes that the imagined demands of the blogosphere might coax her into more frequent public appearances. that maybe documentation can breed creation, and propagation.
here's hoping, eh?
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