its my big head. I'm going to one of those shrunken head witch doctors to help cure it - but not obvious results yet

no seriously...I'm an architect but slowly realising i can be other things as well

these discussions threads are partly to thank for that discovery too, expecially folks like liberty bell & steven ward that can balance a family and a thriving career | architectural obsession as well. And look good doing it!

this is a good question that i was actually asking myself today. i am in the hunt for a job at present and i was sitting there ealier today asking myself, why would someone pick me over someone else? i would think that someone very close to me would be better able to describe what defines me than me defining what defines me. i have my strong points and weaknesses. it just so happens that my weaknesses are an embelishment of my strengths. what defines me? i am a stubborn asshole...

the end of that paragraph sounds like a deodorant commercial...

whats my secret? i am afraid of the dark.... HAHA!

a few words on a web forum.

bucku, sadly i got that...

more for me as an architect than as a person ... craftsmanship, entrepreneurial, professional.

my flame-broiled whopper smell

as a person?i think the creativity,and without sounding narcissistic,i think its my abilty to imagine.and as an architect,i still have no clue....


sigh!

mostly the negative space around me.

my quixotic and masochitic quest to become a good architect

i'm a little fuzzy around the edges until i have my coffee. so:

coffee defines me.

mornin' Steve

mornin' apurimac. i'm feeling much clearer now. but time for a refill.

i think fuzziness is getting to me as well, i must away into the rain in search of breakfast.

j needs coffee, too.

unbalance

damn you j... you beat me to it - but I like the way you think!

Coffee totally defines me too. Excellent answer.

But seriously: I think of myself being defined, at least as an architect (which is the very first thing that pops to my mind when I hear the question"what defines you?") by my belief in honesty. In particular the honesty of materials, but also of the whole process.

But my belief in honest materials was challenged today when I met with the Edelman Leather rep. First off, they do leather better than anyone, hands down.

But I found myself really loving the embossed leathers: cowhide made to look like rattlesnake, crocodile, etc. I also couldn't stop touching the dyed hides: hair-on cowskin dyed to look like zebra, or leopard.

So there's a conflict. Perhaps ethically I love that I can have something that looks like a leopard but is made from skin of an animal being slaughtered for food anyway - I wouldn't want to kill a wild animal to upholster a couch! But in that ethical stance I shouldn't even want to see anything that LOOKS like a leopard skin, especially as making a cow look like one goes against my belief in honest materials.

So I'm feeling conflicted this morning. And all the while I ponder this I'm also fantasizing about a covering the walls of my bedroom in lipstick-red python embossed leather.

Maybe I'm defined by conflict. And coffee.

Unfortunately, fear.

Fully saturated color defines me.

Vindpust's misspellings.