me running away time for many things, including blogs. Too many things. And there's also the holidays. Tiny and no saints.
Pero 'at least I stopped thinking in those days. The latest. There are and they move around us even if we pretend not to see them. We are not interested for a fuck that we are on a fast train that goes to a single destination, dreamed, felt, tax, compulsory. And everyone must remain in place more 'or less comfortable with all'acool, smoking (fewer), drugs (more and more') and perhaps also due to drugs and endorphins running or gym. The place is 'tight so no belly I recommend the business and' the most 'forward and cool, the' you can stretch out and eat the bread that thread but no fat. Should earn more ', we need to work more', we have to run to get to places comfortable. You can use the miles and then sometimes there 'upgrade. What a thrill. They look different but we are all equal, the paradox of individualism encouraged. We are no longer 'authentic, we hamsters that run on the wheel as idiots, let's outlook on the agenda when we see friends. In a bit 'when we fuck. Oh, and today 'Friday' 18 to 21.30: trumpet. And talking about the same things, of work, money, travel, promotions, bonuses, vacation. Look at the phones, i-phone, the BB, the laptop all the time to know our cocks and I commented on others. And the last we go next and even see them. I started watching them. They have eyes and have a real dignity 'that we have lost. Do not escape them and they are honest. They are 'always struggling day after day. Marino and 'come out here with his little truck for hot dogs and soft drinks. The Italian name proudly printed on his cart, Marino and 'one meter high and low conquanta. is always here for 10 months a year in December and January that he did not know what to do. I have to ask him if he comes back in March. 10 months a year on the street selling hot dogs at $ 05.01. And 'friend to everyone in my building and used with discretion if you must heat the hall during the winter or if it is to use the bathroom (While the doorman from the 'look at the cart). At different seasons are different options of cart. In the summer, and 'a folding stool, the kind that fishermen use, which brings out every now and Marino sits down. In winter it's too cold to sit on the street and then comes out with a wooden supports in wood: it rises above but not to seem more 'high but not to freeze your feet on the icy concrete. Smiles to all, the evening closes the truck and goes who knows' where. One night I followed him for several blocks while pushing his cart, I wanted to see if the leaves in a warehouse somewhere, or if the charge on a truck. This cart is not 'think it's so small but he pushes it with lightness and agility' between marcapiedi, smiling and apologizing to the few pedestrians when to do a maneuver that impedes traffic. It 'a kind of dance cart. This year he changed the wheels are now white circle. Me I see him on weekends if the change alone, but a big job 'now goes away when the evening goes away a bit' more 'fast. Time gained. And a little 'less fatigue that goes better with the new wheels. A little 'as and when' the idea of \u200b\u200bthe axis of wood, then perfected with the media: I do not have cold feet and 'a great satisfaction. Sheila (the avro 'written right, the spelling has to ask the next time ) instead of cleaning the studio, and' black and is' a grandmother of 70. Her eyes are smiling even if he has a right hip problem and perhaps should stop working. With discretion is advised always to everyone in the studio to make sure that everyone is well. After a while, 'he says quietly, you got to know you're working too hard, you have to go home. She starts work at 8 pm and if you're still in the studio as he would whisper it to you just a grandmother. Before entering the building sits on the step side of building and chat with other maids. Sometimes smoke, with discretion. But very often they laugh and laugh well. And then change his uniform and 'clean and smells of laundry. The last time asked me how my friend who worked here three years ago and saw him to tell him that she greeted him. They place one day after another and even if the last 'hard, but something that we have lost. Here I close a year so 'so' thinking that what we have lost and how to retrieve it, and 'this is the only real hope that I can wish for 2010. And I would like everyone to give a little 'attention to the last. They are everywhere, just look around. It would be nice know some 'of their stories and share them. Talk about them and look up instead hold them on Nostril navels chatting unnecessarily the number of fans of Tiger Woods or something cool, to cool to buy.
we had lost sight for a while 'but F. has found [ *], big time "hypochondriac" night. niuorchesi Finally a list of restaurants that have some sense and encompasses many of my passions [But not motor], obviously eater.com [ *]. another student and 'managed to commit suicide by jumping from the balconies of the atrium of the library of P. Johnson at NYU on Washington Park, despite all the barriers in plexi, regulations, etc ... in a little 'will prohibit the balconies because' people can 'throw down', obviously wondering why sena is thrown down '[ *]. Saturday begins with breakfast relax "Italian" in Sant Ambreous in the West Village with an excellent breakfast basket, latte and reading a latch magpie and courier, then shopping at the Farm Market (pumpkin, shallot-tropical incorciatore? - Parsnip, potatoes fingerline , a leg of pork-ops-) and then short ribs and ravioli Citarella. today and 'made a third drinking broth cloudy bay tomorrow and ravioli, ribs and baked vegetables, drinking a considerable Ribera del Duero. a discrete interval between two weeks of hell.
seems to have now completed the first building in NYC of the great Rafael Moneo, the Campus of Colombia in the gym and riding of McKim, Mead & White. Note how the article is of humility surprised 'by the English master, now evidently accustomed and addicted to sboronate of star architects [ * ].
I can not keep up with all the things we try to do. rephrase: I have more 'time to share them here with the timelines of the past and many fall by the wayside.
the past two weeks I've been working like crazy, cooked for ten VIP with good success, we went to Princeton to see some 'interesting things, I went to Milan for the yard and I came back here only on Friday' afternoon . I then made some great sleep to recover, I did a couple of laps in the Village to re-tune the new Apple ... between Halloween and the marathon I saw thousands of Italians but also thousands of Frenchmen who plundered the shops with a horrid English and with his usual arrogance and haughtiness, increased to 1.5 euro against the dollar. failing to buy a leather jacket as surrounded by French troops, I take refuge in the butcher to buy beef, pork and minced beef [and gianciale] that are now cooking on the fire to become a good ragu 'alla bolognese pappardelle for [ have much time when you have jet lag and at the same time you pass the time in winter]. in the oven are a bit 'of pork ribs and beef, with potatoes. two bottles of good red wine is already 'open ... I read the FT Weekend listening to the radio waiting for lunch. After lunch account to devote myself to another pennica to finish "wash" the stress. Tomorrow 's time for decisions working or not.
for architects fetishists ps: guess who the building in the photo and 'a real "sick"
last weekend at the book fair of art at PS1 then atraversare throughout Long Island City to walk to the ever so cool Noguchi Musem [Socrates Park and I only discovered in recent days have been created by Mark di Suvero], still dreaming of finding a factory willing to become our home .. . hmmm impossible dream, I know. And to close the patio of the restaurant usually greek Astoria. this weekend from friends back in Connecticut, a beautiful museum, penniche great, great wines and I cook like crazy from the loin 'of pork ribs to fish soup. Afternoon "cushion" to the Village with early dinner from Ippudo [ *]. Other certainty. As the desire for a massive giant wooden table and a library with all of our books. The findings in the order of the weekend were: Edward Tufte [ *], the furniture designed by Donald Judd [ *] St Germain and liquor for cocktails champagne [or Prosecco] [ *] . destroyed I go to bed at 9.30 am, ready to Start pouring a week of battles on Turkish soil [not only].
here working too much and most do not 'have time to fuck it right, even online. Work work work. Fuck fuck fuck. One of the things brilliant read recently on the fly to paste here, more 'than anything to me (which I agree in full): What about living in New York Annoys You These Days? People not Being happy with my phone Because is not as cool as Their phone, or That They have some features I do not have and they're always showing me, "Oh, my phone can do this" and "my phone can do that " Genius. Jerry Seinfeld in New York Magazine [ *], [read via Guia Soncini]
what 's the sense of this city', I mean, who can 'tell? I know is, in my small way, that everyone is doing acrobatics. a city 'on the thread where everyone decides how high to place the wire, some a bit' more 'at the top, others a bit' more 'below, but in the end the sense of being here and' the feeling of walking on the wire . after a while 'all give up. place "safe", the big house, children, friends and family. like the petals of a flower's friends if they go one by one. those who choose to remain that aletzza put the rope, how much risk they want to take in continuing to play. then there are those who put themselves into a corner and disappear gradually sucked out of life "local" of the suburb, cutting the bridges one by one. not for me. the rope and leave it up to high pass below us with a smile and we are dedicated to wine and the hills. slow drift and 'boring. and I say this after a series of party nights out between the Metropolitan Opera and Yakitori Totto. Mica pizza and figs.
Phil was awarded the AIA New York for the 13th Street building. Marpillero it won one, too. And now 'that we well as my practice has won the award for best studio in NY ... [ *]
and 'the one where he now lives and creates Bergonzoni in Bologna. Here the service L'Espresso [ *] and there 's also an article [but the photos are those for which it is worth in my humble opinion]. to find such a thing around here is not even enough to move to Red Hook ... must return or Valtidone or less in Paris. Find me a job there. And then it would be worthwhile to spend two or three words on Bergonzoni but this would take us far. Even looking Home of the beautiful country and the situation I was in one word: bravo.
