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Slaughterhouse-Five
Kurt Vonnegut

"When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in bad condition in that particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say waht the Tralfamadorians say about dead people which is 'So it goes'."
Slaughterhouse Five, Kurt Vonnegut
The fact is, I'm heartbroken. The copy I hold of Breakfast of Champions, handed to me when I was 14, bears the inscription of an ex-husband to his ex-wife (a woman who in turn would wreck havoc on my family).
I hate her for everything except for the fact that she turned me onto Kurt Vonnegut.

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Headgear for the next five years


princeton hard hat
Originally uploaded by maximolly.

Went to the Princeton open house for admitted students on Monday. There's an addition being built onto the school and so they gave out hard hats. I was delighted and could barely contain myself — I stopped talking to Stan Allen (the Dean, who owns a very nice bull terrier, as I would later learn) and Jesse Reiser (an architect who makes cool buildings) and took this self portrait to post on Flickr.

Princeton is great. We had an exhausting but wonderful visit. I'm thrilled about the possibilities for people to work with, faculty and students alike. I've also realized, yet again, that I may have the opportunity to build my own design practice that branch off what I did teaching at Ivrea. It's going to be an intense but headily terrific 5-6 years…

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Again. Pachuco. Pachuco. Pa-chu-co!

Driving around San Antonio last year, Enrique and I heard "Maldita Vecindad & Los Hijos Del Quinto Patio" in an NPR story on "rock en Español." This year, we bought the album in San Antonio and drove around, listening to it.

It's Mexican ska from the 80s. And it's really great.

Listen to it and dance manically. Maniacally.

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Pachuco!

Driving around San Antonio last year, Enrique and I heard "Maldita Vecindad & Los Hijos Del Quinto Patio" in an NPR story on "rock en Español." This year, we bought the album in San Antonio and drove around, listening to it.

It's Mexican ska from the 80s. And it's really great.

Listen to it and dance manically. Maniacally.

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Officially Princeton

It was not a foregone conclusion, despite the elation in this picture. But now, it is official.

I'm going to be attending Princeton's Architecture Ph.D. program in the fall. So is Enrique. This means the opportunity to work closely with M. Christine Boyer (who teaches a course on the history of cybernetics and was a mathematician at IBM way back when), Beatriz Colomina (who ties together architecture and media, something which interests me a great deal), Spyros Papapetros (a Germanist who translated Raum als Membran, a text I've been looking for for 15 years), Ed Eigen (cross-appointment with history of science), and Sarah Whiting (a heavy player in the current debates on theory and form).

I'm also delighted to be joining an outstanding student body–this is one of the key considerations. Two of the people from my master's program at Yale are there a class ahead of me, as are other graduates from several years ago. I had a chance to catch up on the work of two current students at the symposium we hosted last weekend (more on this soon) and was very impressed with the work.

The hard part is, this means we will not be attending Michigan, the other program from which we received an offer. My close friend and mentor, Claire Zimmerman, is at the school and was a big reason for me to apply. When I visited, I discovered a strong program, great faculty and a good working atmosphere. It was an emotional decision to turn it down.

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Simlish Smile

Been digging Lily Allen's album — reminds me of the old Two Tone stuff I listened to on my cassette player when I traveled through Scandinavia in 1991. But then Enrique just pointed me to this: her version of "Smile" in Simlish. Given that I've mocked up the Yale Architecture studio lottery (where the Dean wets his pants because I forgot to include a toilet and Mark Gage mops it up), I find this deeply amusing.

Side note: when I met the badass and beautiful Lauren Wheeler at SXSW this year, I was imitating the Sims. "Are you speaking Simlish?" she asked. I sheepishly admitted I was. "I worked on that game," she said. Smah smah!

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Vox Hunt: Shhh!

Vineland.
Thomas Pynchon

Book: Show us a book that made you laugh out loud.
Submitted by Red Pen.

Two Pynchon books in how many posts?

I got this book in 1991 when I lived in Utrecht, Holland. I was reading it one evening at 't Hoogt and was laughing so hard, people kept joining me at my table to find out what was so funny.

For as much as I've not gotten through Gravity's Rainbow, I love Vineland and have read it and Crying of Lot 49 several times.

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QotD: This Time Last Year

What were you doing one year ago today?
Submitted by CassandraMorgan.

Just as we will be on Saturday this week, we were on our way from San Antonio to Hartford, Connecticut, where we took the Connecticut Limo bus back to New Haven. Like last year, we had spent our spring break in Texas, at SXSW and with Enrique's parents in San Antonio.

Texas spring break: kicks ass.

Mushy March on the East Coast: not so much.

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SXSFlu

I have many good things to say about the last week and SXSW, all of them good, except for one.

I have the flu.

First, I developed the worst case of laryngitis I've ever had — effectively no voice at all — thanks from yelling at parties and staying up until 4:30 a.m. I really ran myself ragged and decided to come to San Antonio to spend time with Enrique and his family rather than stay for music: that's how beat I was.

This morning I woke up with spinny dreams (in which I hatched an entirely new business plan that combines details of Worldchanging, Passively Multiplayer Online Game and a comment Kevin Smokler made) and aches and the feeling I had a fever. Advil kept it together, and then it wore off. I took my temperature right after I found out that the flu's been hitting people from SXSW: it was 100.2º F.

So my happy-joy-I-love-all-you-guys posts will have to wait. So will the one where I talk about what a good job Hugh Forrest does of organizing the whole thing. I'm down to nothin' here and am off to nap for a while.

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The news

Okay: yes. The news.

This call is the moment I found out that I had been accepted to Princeton's PhD program in architecture.

A minute later, I called Enrique to tell him I'd heard from Christine Boyer. "I DID TOO!" he screamed.

This is in addition to being accepted to the University of Michigan. There are 4 students per class. We never believed we'd both get in.

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