Today in the Post: African American Museum to use five-story exterior to screen 3-D video + the Smithsonian webcams!
In 1988, I was first introduced to the Section and the concept of spatial experience through examples of Adolf Loos and Sir John Soane among others.
The house Loos designed for Josephine Baker was never built. I visited Soane’s house now museum on the Square at Lincoln’s Inn Fields while on my year abroad in London, 1989-1990.
(That same year in England, I met the woman who would later be my wife. Thanks Laura. A very good year indeed.)
Quintessential Old World/Old School: Frank Tashiro is Seatle’s own national treasure. Andy Vanags would send everyone in Gould Hall to Frank Tashiro for Japanese pull saws. I had to return, 19 years later, to replace my own set of saws, since gifted away in North Carolina to a colleague for allowing me access to his stand of bamboo on his property outside Chapel Hill.
I read an Oregon woodworker’s guild account that captured Mr. Tashiro’s spirit and hint at the wealth of knowledge he possesses.
For me, to PULL rather than to PUSH in itself embodies a philosphy to live by.
We’ve called this side of Baltimore home, as we have Seattle and I am reminded today of a beautiful pedestrian bridge in Patapsco State Park, one we happened upon during a visit back in 2007. We are like the banks of this river, connected by a bridge in Maryland, designed and engineered by these fine bridge builders in Seattle, Sahale, to places that hold parts of our personal history, sometimes far apart, or down the street. Sometimes ordinary, extraordinary, or in the same places over and over again only to discover new depth and meaning, perspective.
We lived straight up Phinney Ave. on Phinney Ridge from Seattle’s Fremont neighborhood when at the bottom you could have a “microbrew” in a “smoke-free” “brewpub” at Red Hook’s Trolleyman.
19 years later, “foodies” sample “organic”, “small batch”, “single-origin”, “fair for life” chocolate at Theo in the same adaptively-reused historic brick trolley barn.
What is it in the going away, and coming back to a place, to witness a little history unfold from the same street corner?
How far flung or how long adrift before you find your beer or taste chocolate like you’ve never tasted before (like I just have: 74% Single-Origin Madagascar Dark Chocolate)? I suppose if you’ve never left Fremont [or are one of the happy 500 employees at Adobe’s Fremont campus] you wouldn’t have to go far or be gone very long.
As for the rest us, is it only either the porch swing or carpetbagging? There’s plenty of beauty to behold from the porch swing…with a beer…and some chocolate…oh and WiFi.