Monday, April 7, 2008

04/07/08

I am in architecture studio, not trying very much. I missed class and directions about how to present the model. I am using an old foam core house I had made a few years back. There is an evening presentation, which I miss, and have to make it up later on. The blond architect who is presenting saves the mood with his open nature. When I am headed in next time, I go through a park where garbage has been dumped out and then sealed in containers. I avoid the high bridge and take a lower one. A group of about 15 complete strangers come running past in a sprinting race. times. I shove some of them off with an elbow. I see them finish with no clear winner or anyone who cares who won. Some are breathing harder than others. We are at a strange building in the park by the river.