you know I love metropolis magazine and all, but whenever they or anyone else goes on about the {house,kitchen,dwelling} of the FUTURE!!!! and then end up blabbing on about a house that is basically chock full of digital crap I am all just like what?!?!? much more interesting, I think, are ideas like this. I know it’s kind of absurdly idealistic, and not w/o it’s aesthetic hurdles to overcome (hell it’s from a site called “treehugger”) but still. people are thinking about how to build the “house of the future” as opposed to how to cram a modernist-looking box fill of HDTVs that talk to your milk and boots via bluetooth, and shit.

metropolis shouldn’t really get singled out like that, tho, cuz after all the winners of that big competition of theirs are a bunch of youthful hip boston-based “tree huggers” intent on remixing big-dig refuse into places in which people could live. so that’s pretty cool. on a similar note, last week some architecture student here actually stopped by my papermaking class, so he could get some ideas on this modular component thing he’s building out of recycled paper that can be used to make actual load-bearing walls. see, that’s fucking awesome. I would guess he could give less than one shit about using windows CE to control the muzak in the bathroom in whatever gets made out of his shit. yeah.

I’m thinking about this, and you should too, becuz philip johnson is DEAD. for anyone who lived in the 20th century, this is arguably very sad, whether you loved him or threw darts at his picture daily. he made a GLASS HOUSE so you and your high-concept pals wouldn’t have to. (the actual pic of that that I was looking for was the one in the intro to “complexity and contradiction” but I couldn’t get google images to puke it out, and my scanner is packed as you can see).

I just finished reading “the international style” the night he died, too, which kind of creeps me out. like how max ernst’s bird died the night his sister was born, and that’s why he was such a nutter? that’s maybe a bit of a stretch. ok but yeah it’s still fucked.

so yeah I’m packing to move across town. while I will miss the lovely hipster diner around the corner, and the italian-food panacea I walk past every day on my way to school, I will not miss my sketchy landlords, or the people who stole my shit. I get much better sunlight, better neighborhood, roof access, more space, etc etc blahblahblah in the new place, which is also cheaper. a no-brainer, it is.

ok yeah. have to disassemble my bed now. more after that, when I’m installed in my new dwelling. yeah!

-fish