20 Minutes in Manhattan A Book by Michael Sorkin www.goodreads.com It begins with a trip down the stairsThoughts on stairsThey are something that has been buried(an architectural stem cell that might transform itself into any organ for living)The grid and its difficulties+41 More The MezzaninePsychogeographyTilted Arc architectureurbanismcitieshomewalking
Two Hundred Fifty Things an Architect Should Know An Essay by Michael Sorkin www.readingdesign.org The distance of a whisper.CornersWant, need, affordWhat the brick really wants.Borders+3 More 136 things every web developer should know before they burn out and turn to landscape painting or nude modelling architecturedesigncollections
Local Code: The Constitution of a City at 42º N Latitude A Book by Michael Sorkin www.goodreads.com The source code for SimCityLocal Code: 3,659 Proposals About Data, Design & The Nature of Cities regulationslawcities
A Slow Boat to China A Short Story from The Elephant Vanishes by Haruki Murakami Can you even call it memory?Never any place I was meant to be
Can you even call it memory? My recall is a damn sight short of total. It’s so unreliable that I sometimes think I’m trying to prove something by it. But what would I be proving? Especially since inexactness is not exactly the sort of thing you can prove with any accuracy. Anyway—or rather, that being the case—my memory can be impressively iffy. I get things the wrong way around, fabrication filters into fact, sometimes my own eyewitness account interchanges with somebody else’s. At which point, can you even call it memory any more? memory
Never any place I was meant to be Supposing I found myself chasing another fly ball and ran head-on into a basketball backboard, supposing I woke up once again lying under an arbor with a baseball glove under my head, what words of wisdom could this man of thirty-odd years bring himself to utter? Maybe something like: This is no place for me. This was never any place I was meant to be. melancholywisdomage