Rest

This weekend I went back to the original "weekend ride" plan. Going away for two weekends in a row was too much for my quarter age body to handle. So it is Brooklyn. In all it's glory.

Since some seem confused by this image. These are pupusas.

I spent most of this weekend being overly contemplative about life, existence, ambition, accomplishment, fulfillment, desire etc.

Architecture in practice is vastly different from the word, or at least the meaning people believe. Someone left off the fine print. In practice it is like beating a dead horse with a stick. Everything takes TIME, lots of TIME. It is surprising how sick of a project you can be when it has not even hit construction. They tell you to enjoy school, make the most of each semester, do as much as you can. You don't realize how much better it was to have a time limit and to only go as far as maybe 'DD' until 2 years later you've memorized sprinkler and diffuser locations for a job that has no visible end in sight. They don't warn you. Or, maybe they do but, no one listens.

What do I want?

Now that's the key question. I only know one thing for certain and that it is not this. I know that in 20 years I better not be sitting here polylining.

Will someone pay me $2000 a month to find my calling?

Maybe I'll take up something that I've never been good at, something that is so drastically different from my area of expertise (if i have an area at all) and try that, something that isn't easy, something embarassing.