after the ultimate boredom

After the supreme boredom at MASTER IN CAPACITY OF DATA LOG IN ADVERSE CONDITIONS TO CONCENTRATE BY A STATE OF EXTREME STRESS CAUSED BY INTRA AND EXTRACELLULAR ACUTE AGONY AND BOREDOM, and next to fading not finding more superlative words to lengthen the title of master (which is what they did with the subjects, shame they didn’t know then how to fill them), I began to wonder why architects do not take into account what will be a building destined to while designing it.
I find that window up there very nice, but not that much if they have to paint the glasses brown. Nor do I feel practical a reception glass turning into a mirror during the day (what happens in rehab Vilanova). And college classrooms with echo and reverb… I find it hard to believe with the amount of years Architecture grade lasts… I guess they have enough time to forget some on the way.

These days* I’ve seen that it was very long since I was so so so much bored. What is the time you have been more bored to death? Or what is the last time you have been ultimately bored?

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*I wrote this in 2008, during my Master’s Degree. I had already forgotten how the hell … it was.

occupational risk: the knuckles

Instead of a town regulation making it compulsory to have a bell in the house, mister gas or mister water smashes his knuckles at every entrance. I’m suprised how can wake me up, two floors above, the polite beating of a door. But it happens. And mister water apologizes, smiling, and asks me permission to cross two doors… that happened to be already opened.

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i want to be concessed guiltlessness

I need to keep believing,

ignore the adult wisdom,

become an exception.

I need to keep thinking that I can carve caves in a mountain of clouds,

sculpt bare-handed my own labyrinth, just tearing off pieces of mist.

I need to keep imagining entering this cotton palace.

Sometimes lock myself inside, where the light comes from everything and everywhere, and have a big breath.

Others play extreme chasing games sure that all is padded for your falls, and play hide and seek just covering yourself with fog and digging softness to find.

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We join the Earth hour.

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It’s true that I am a little fed up with the fact that there is no day not followed by “the day of” something, like a surname.

Sometimes it goes too far, like the day of happiness, of kissing or the children’s book* . Others, like in the case of diseases, I want to believe that this is useful to raise awareness about them or as an excuse to raise money…

Well, we have yet another call: this Saturday the 29th of March from 20.30 to 21.30  we “celebrate” the Earth Hour.

We are not going to save the world by turning off the lights one day for one hour, same as we do not fix it talking about politics in a pub. But it is a nice idea, and it does raise awareness. Not to you, that you already know, but to other you can reach, because we use to forget that there are people that do not think like us and may not reach the same conclusions because they did not question the same things.

So, opposite to those who will persevere in their reasoning that the planet have enough resources for their maybe eighty years of life expectancy, with a little of luck, thank to the repercussion, it will reach those really able to change their minds. That hour we will be a part of something global, and we may adopt a new good habit, and make prevail the “there is no need to spend so much“, against the “I can afford it“. We may achieve that someone spends a little fraction of the time (s)he spends counting calories into counting watts.

*Can’t kids just celebrate the regular day of the book? Why would they need two?