yellow+green is the new black+white

12.9.07

the fear in infrastructure

those who have ever seen 'irreversible' by gaspard noe will probably remember the eerie rape scene in the tunnel under the street. next to it being a gripping scene that left you sick and disgusted with mankind - great acting, one shot only, oh my god you get the point - it perfectly illustrates the scary thing with infrastructure.



linear infrastructure that is.

you see, the annoying thing with long, enclosed lines of movement like tunnels, but also trains, is that you can see the exit, but you're not there yet. and anything can happen on the way there. well, they tell you anything can happen. of course no ghouls will jump out of the walls or paratroopers will descent through a freshy blown hole in the ceiling, but you never know.

man is prone to fear. fear of not having any options left. perhaps an analogy with a famous computer game is at its place here. we all know pacman. heck, pacman has been an essential part of many 80s youngsters youth. either at home or in the arcade, we all tried to eat all the balls and avoid getting caught by the ghosts. however, we were always given an overview of the game map, indicating where the ghosts were, instead imagine a 3D version of pacman. you are running through endless hallways, all exactly alike, and you don't know what is either behind or ahead of you. you just have an arrow indicating where the exit (kind of) is. this fear (i can already see myself doing this in a nightmare) of infrastructure as an exponent of fear is something i aim to investigate. can infrastructure dissolve fear? is visibility enough?

let's call it infearstructure.




but there is hope: just think about the light at the end of the tunnel - or, as two famous dutch comicbook characters (a duck and a canary) once said: 'and at the end of the tunnel, one big tropical swimming pool!'

10.9.07

potential weapons for a music festival

visited the 'city is ours' festival this saturday, at the terrain of the haagse hogeschool in the hague. music was good (digitalism, goose, freeform five) but the execution of the whole thing was kind of sketchy. it started at the door, where there was only one bouncer to search everybody. in these times of threat level red/orange/pink/whatever it is most important to make sure that nobody with evil intentions gets into your music festival, so there better be a good check. by one guy for 5000 people.

anyway, the festival was called 'the city is ours' because MTV (the great company that brought us room raiders, taildaters and other left-ear-in-right-ear-out programs) claimed that with organizing it, it would show the city how freedom, love and happiness could unite a city. for 30 euros though. on an island with a big fence around it... what struck me however, was that when you ordered a coke, you got one in a bottle. nothing wrong with it, you'd say, if you ignore the fact that they gave you a capless bottle. can i please have the cap, i asked. i'm sorry sir, the bartender said, we can't give you the cap because you can use it as a weapon then.

stop right there.

who would ever use this



as a weapon?? it's a goddamn freakin' PLASTIC coke bottle. we're not made of sugar are we? not allowing me to have a cap on my coke bottle is about the only reason that makes me want to use it as a weapon instead of something like:

A FESTIVAL FLYER



festival flyers piss me off, even more than dutch schlager songs inbetween performances. there's just too many of them, most of them are ugly and i don't want to go to a party with bubbling beats. festival flyers kill by the power of numbers, very very large numbers.

KIDS



why in the name of god would you want to bring your kids to a festival. if i come home, i am bruised, battered and kind of drunk. i don't want to imagine what could happen to your kids. plus, they run around too much. kids can be lethal in that they annoy other people that come to you to beat you up instead of your kids. i mean, they do look quite right?

NICKELBACK



simply seeing this photo makes me wanna kill myself.

FOOD



festival food is a slow killer. and it's a very nihilistic and existential one. only the next day, when you try to summarize all the beverages and snacks you consumed during the festival, and you suddenly realize that you probably ate stuff that even pigs ignore, you feel very small. festival food is normally made from the stuff they scrape off the bottom of frying pans, and then moulded, sprayed or pasted into a shape that more or less resembles regular food.

if there is anything that should not be allowed at a festival, it should be festival food.

7.9.07

to graduate ot not to graduate

for now, mostly not to graduate, due to:

wait. maybe i should restart this blog and write completely uninteresting stories about what i am trying to work on for my graduation project at the faculty of architecture at the TU Delft (don't click this link, this website sucks), aptly named: the global anti-global; on speed, security and space

my research will focus on the increasing influence fear has in the built environment of the cities around us, the streets we walk through and even the houses we live in.

this is what happens when fear takes over our lives:



in sydney, asian and pacific leaders have gathered for their annual(?) meeting on economics, killing people and (because it's totally cool to talk about) the environment. the city has been closed down at a cost of 100 million US dollars.

i understand that it is not favourable if any of the worldleaders gathered in sydney gets hurt (we don't want people going crazy over dead presidents do we now...) but from a completely paralyzed city no one benefits.

didn't some wise man once said "the only thing we have to fear is fear itself"? well, this is exactly what we are afraid of now, i'd say. when i walk around on amsterdam train station i see billboards of the train-ticketguy, and apparently, he also helps fighting terrorism. but i can still take my knife ('but sir, it's okay, it's a breadknife.") on a continental flight in the states.



anyway, the plan is to finally start using my blog regularly (yes, i'll give it another try) to report on my graduation process, and not to spend any time on either of these things:

facehunter
go fug yourself
entourage
facebook
youtube
flickr
archinect
wikipedia
soulseek
...

15.7.07

take the train! it gets you somewhere!

like wolvega, for example.

not that i wanted to, but it made me go there anyway. the story goes: spent the weekend on terschelling for a friends wedding. had my moustache blown off in the windy beach club where the party was, slept on the floor of a ginormous tent and had to take the train back...

as we all know (or should know, common knowledge like water boils at 100 degrees), the dutch railways never take you to your destination straight away. nope, they want you to see your beautiful country, they feel it is their responsibility to educate their passengers about the most arbitrary shit, like wolvega.

let's see what the web has to tell us about wolvega...

flickr:



and this is the caption: Libbe de Jong (53), known criminal, murdered in his house in Wolvega. Third murder in three weeks in Friesland, police does forensic investigation.

okay, wait. there apparently is crime going on in wolvega. you know what, wolvega probably sucks, but a little google-action on the dead guy might get interesting...

according to the web (in dutch) our good friend libbe de jong spent almost twenty years of his life in prison for rape, threats, violence and stalking. alltogether, a nice guy, kind of perfect son-in-law. if he wasn't doing time, he would sell sweaters on the market or at the stadium of soccerclub sc heerenveen. he would call himself 'de truienkoning' (the sweater king) and it is told he had a throne made entirely out of polo sport rugby sweaters. he also killed two guys over a lost game of poker. yes, poker. so it does incite violence. for those of you who know heroes, the amazing show on superpowers and other supernatural stuff, you probably remember the episode where hiro and the other guy end up in this basement with behind the door some guys playing a very animated game of poker. noise ensues and approximately 12.3 seconds later everybody in the game room is a flatliner.

so how would one kill another one in a game of poker? i mean, those cards don't look extremely lethal. you could cut the skin inbetween your fingers with one, but that's about it. and a chip at your head would barely leave a mark. there is a poker version called murder, but that ain't really deadly. there's these guys on youtube that seem to dress a dead guy in poker cards, but again, not really convincing.

except in vegas. in vegas we have the flesh bet game. a-ma-zing.

anyhow, this post is not really going anywhere. but to finish my story about wolvega, beautiful city in friesland, i'll keep it short: embrace. embrace the place.

22.2.07

the narrow netherlands

please hold your horses.

the netherlands have just become a tad more narrower. right as i started to believe the shrinking of my beloved country hade kind of come to a halt, one initiative put us right next to our already pretty petite neighbour, belgium.

in belgium, they leave the lights on. anywhere, anytime. belgium, together with the south of the netherlands and the north of france are one of the brightest areas in the world. we can't see any stars - maybe that explains our humble nature.



but can it explain this?



the dutch organization that monitors safety in traffic and advises the dutch government on the issue, 'veilig verkeer nederland', has just launched its newest bid in the very highly regarded competition of most retarded, most what-the-fuck-is-going-on-with-you-people proposal for the people in the street, us. you. me.

and this is it: to counter the increase in violence (both verbal and physical) in traffic, they propose a gesture to make, to explain you're sorry to whoever you just pissed off. they want you, him, her, me to lift our open hand in the air.

well, let me just do that right now, because i think this proposal is outright stupid and blind.

1. i already apologize when i fuck up. i don't draw a gun and start shooting around (something they sometimes happen to do in los angeles - other story). and i don't think a lot of people react different from me. it has a name: common sense.

2. why the fuck does this have to be presented as an official proposal. there is something as, once again, common sense. if you don't get this concept, please shoot yourself. this is not a threat, but just a suggestion because if you don't disappear from the surface of this planet it would be a straight waist of oxygen, water and space - things a lot of people can obviously make better use of than you.

3. and this is the cherry on the pie.
the dutch union for sign language strongly disagrees with the proposed sign, because - apparently, not that i care a flying fuck - the official sign for sorry is circling your fist in front of your chest. kind of like stirring the soup, i guess. while driving.

this stupid kind of ruckus once again acknowledges the dutch's image as 'best boy in class'.

biggest turd would problaby be better.

back to my polder.

12.2.07

to ask a chinaman

since i had acquired so many books, clothing and other shenanigans during my stay in the city of angels, i figured it wouldn't all fit in the suitcase i brought to los angeles. given this problem being a problem of supply and demand, i had to figure if i was in a buyers' market or a sellers' market.

demand - space to store my stuff
supply - one measly suitcase

well, what other people know more about supplying demanding citizens that the noble chinese? where else to find a cheap, spacious suitcase that would at least be sturdy enough to rock it out all the way back to amsterdam, than in chinatown, north of the 101, just around broadway. not much later, we were standing in front of a nice collection of suitcases, all very eloquently prized.

the vendor, however, was not of the same eloquence. meaning: he spoke fuck-o english. it was a very short talk with him answering all our questions with "yes, very pretty bag, cheap!" before i made the purchase.

if this guy answers all questions in exactly the same way, why did the conversation not go a bit more like this?

we: "so, would you recommend this suitcase for transporting a chopped-up body, or do we need a smaller, second suitcase for the head?"

him: "yes, very pretty bag, cheap!"

we: "but i think you want to remove the family members that are still stuck in that corner first, right?"

him: "yes, very pretty bag, cheap!"

we: "is it fireproof?"

him: "yes, very pretty bag, cheap!"

we: "..."

anyway, you can probably guess that this whole scheme very quickly slid down the slippery slopes of stereotyping and more of the stuff you don't want people to know about when you're running for congress.

if this sounds interesting to you, my dear readers, i would recommend going to the pearl market (hong qiao) in beijing. just see this image and imagine...



5 stories full of cheap knock offs.

oh, and the suitcase i bought cost me 18 bucks.

7.2.07

superbowl say yeah!

i just, accidentally, happened to be in the US of A during the superbowl. and, ow how super it was...

as a reminder or maybe a refreshment, understand this: watching sports in the us is not just about supporting your team, as it would be in old europe. it is a social thing. and it is big.

every year, cbs (lucky fuckers) brags about airing the biggest happening in television. more than 1 billion (1.000.000.000) people apparently take some time of to watch this game. well, i never knew there were that many people in the world that had a tee-vee, not even mentioning rocking cbs on channel 2. so cbs wants a lot of money from advertisers, to get even.

because, let's make this sure: watching the superbowl on tv suck. big time. donkey balls. now i have to say that i have never been a big fan of football (i tried to watch the last two superbowls - kick-off at 2 am CET) but damn! this sport was never ment to be televised! but if they stop the game every twenty friggin' seconds just because some retard in a black-and-white sweater saw one of the guys catch the ball and hit the ground with both knees before running off towards the enemy's endzone, i might as well get a drink and a sandwich.

and that is exactly why the superbowl (or suPPerbowl) is still going strong. it brings in a lot of money. together with the three people i watched the game with, we spent 40 bucks on beer, tortilla chips, fries and cheesy corn-on-a-cob (a recommendation, nevertheless) and in the end we felt nothing but disappointment. come on, what ever happened in this game?? the indiana(polis) (indiana for short, because indianapolis is way too difficult for the average wal-mart-shopping, superbowl-watching american) colts won, but for whatever i care, manchester united would have won with a 12-goal difficient! okay, our reception was assured through having the cable hanging from a wire behind the sink, but even that couldn't stop me and the others from experiencing some genuine american deception...

and it still amazes me: americans spend a (probable) whopping 400 million on this shit, but at the same time, the economy suffers from a lot of slacking on post-superbowl-monday, when we all talk about peyton manning's incredible passing and the bucketload of fumbles and turnovers on the side of the bears of some nice cup of "fresh"-brewed starbucks coffee.

...and than i haven't even discussed all the statistics stuff. what's up with that??

2.2.07

#6. raunchy red tape and beautiful booty

red tape aka bureaucray will be the demise of humanity.

a friend of mine had his car impounded for driving around with an expired license. shit happens. today we went to the police station to try and get the car back. we all took a day off, just in case it would take some time. and take time it did.

the detective at the station managed to tell my friend his car was impounded for:

1. driving around with an expired license
2. driving around with a suspended license
3. driving under the influence

we are all confused.

but even cops get to have some fun. waiting in the reception area, another detective walked out a lady that didn't exactly were fugly. she was nice. and the cops knew it, too. while she slowly walks out, 5 pairs of eyes (mine plus 4 cops') watch her behind. the moment the door falls shut behind her, everybody looks at the detective, and then we start laughing. here is my recollection of the discussion that followed - sort of, i was still impressed by her physical appearance:

detective: "i feel so bad, i just couldn't help her, she really didn't deserve to be the bad guy!"
cop 1: "well, to protect and to serve, right?"
detective: "i just couldn't stop staring at hear shirt man! i wish i could wear my sunglasses..."
cop 2: "you should have just said you were suffering from some eye infection."
detective: "like too many beautiful victims of undeserved crimes crossed my eyes?"
cop 1, cop 2, cop 3, detective: "mwoehahahah!"
me: (silently smiling) ...



anyway, back to the red tape story. i took my friend 45 minutes to get the papers to go and pick up the car at the impound lot, a few blocks away. the detective didn't understand the whole story either, so just gave him a pass on the whole expired-suspended-dui thingy.

in the impound lot, we discover that it's gonna cost 1303 dollars to get the car back. my friend kept trying to cheer himself up by saying it's just like shopping. well maybe, but shopping for a car that is probably not even worth 1303 dollars, you must have a pretty distorted sense of irony to see it a shopping.

but... more red tape. it turned out the car was not in the impound lot we were, but at another one across the town, one that - of course - is only open from something like 6-8 am. we just did our duty, paid, and then started asking for how long we could leave the car in the other lot before we would pick it up. not too long, obviously, the lady told us, asap would be best.

the friend still doesn't have a valid license, i don't either, so we needed the third guy to pick it up.

next time: why my friend still doesn't have a valid license...

1.2.07

#5. on parks and parkinglots

walking around downtown los angeles is an exhausting experience. of course there is a height difference of around 50 meters between the lowest and the highest point in the intra-interstate downtown area, but that is just a small detail.

what i am talking about is that even though 'downtown' la is the center of one of the biggest cities in the world, it doesn't feel like it. besides the conglomeration of highrises around bunker hill, downtown la feels more like some second-rank industrial area that also happens to house people.

lately however, the city is trying to improve the image and experience of downtown. no more ridiculously tall skyscrapers is one thing - mike davis described the bunker hill dilemma in his book city of quartz, more skyscrapers means more money for the city. true, but it also drives away the people and thus the spirit of the town. - bringing in more people is another one. los angeles still looks like a bombed out city in a lot of places.



and like in most other bombed out cities - detroit, philadelphia (sort of), berlin (still!) - these barren lands have been filled up with parking lots to accommodate the ever growing number of people that work in downtown. a lot of these parking lots are being demolished to make way for medium to expensive condos, lofts and appartment buildings. the city tries to attract a crowd to downtown that could possibly compete with the swank crowds of manhattan, downtown san francisco or boston.

sci-arc moved into the artist district a good 7 years ago. back then, rents were still afforable and there were still plentiful structures available capable of housing a crowd of 450+. sci-arc was on the vanguard of the re-urbanization of downtown. back in 1999, nobody wanted to go there. it smelled, there was nothing to do and it was plain ugly. a lot has changed since then. it is less smelly and there is more to do. it is, however, still fairly ugly:



this was once a parking lot. now it houses overpriced condos for people that don't mind about gentrification.

sci-arc's lease will once be over. if downtown continues to gentrify, it will probably be too expensive to continue the lease of the freight yard. we will have to move. isn't it ironic that in the mobile environment of los angeles, the architecture schools follow that same trend of mobility, only staying in every place for a couple of years, infecting the site with creativity, and moving out before it gets too boring?

of parking parks
recapture: one step of beefing up downtown is building more housing. but here, more housing also means more cars and thus more parking lots of parking structures. there are a lot of people that live in downtown but work somewhere else, in the valley, hollywood or down south. they live here however, because they can travel against the traffic. no jams in the morning, on time for dinner in the evening.

these people need a place to park. in-house parking lots are expensive - up to $ 25,000 a spot), so it is easier to build it just next door. these parking lots still spread through downtown like an agressive virus, overwhelming everything within reach. downtown now not only suffers from film shoots blocking up street and disturbing public life, it has also caught a parking fever.



plans have already been proposed to counter the inconvenience caused by film crews: convert empty structures around downtown into warehouses for film equipment, so that trailers no longer have to crowd the streets whenever bruce willis is shooting a new installment for die hard.

so what to do with the parking lots? is there perhaps a possibility to turn parking lots around downtown into parks? if we were to do that, los angeles would become one of the greenest cities in the country, given the enormous number of parking lots that already exist. don't allow anymore cars in the center, but offer a high-density public transport network, allowing for people to get around quickly and cheaply. turn downtown into a neighbourhood where you could actually raise a child without worries. if we want to repopulate downtown, and make it look like a real city, density is not the only solution. a liveable environment, where you can safely walk your dog, cross the street without having to worry about being run over by some renegade driver. make people proud of the place they live. make them live there because they want to, not only because it's easy with the traffic.

can you imagine if all this were green?



30.1.07

#4. working 9 to 5

oh, how i sort of long for that.

sci-arc never sleeps. people live here, they even have pets.



coming from a school that closes at ten in the evening, is closed at weekends and that is basically way to small to house all attending students, sci-arc was a blessing. the experience of being able to hang around school 24/7 is one i will never forget. coming back to school, at 4 at night after a party in hollywood to do some work in a buzzed state is interesting, to say the least. having my own desk, not spending hours to look for one, is a thing of both joy and beauty.

now that i am ready to go back to my own school in the netherlands, what will i tell my friends about studying architecture at sci-arc?

being able to go to school 24 hours a day gives way to unbridled working ethics. bluntly said, people tend to work to much. i was no exception. back in delft i pulled around 4-6 all nighters a semester. here i think i did at least 15. in a one month shorter semester. it is all about being part of the gang and being dragged in. sleeping on the couch has transformed from being a job-related inconvenience to a comfortable moment away from architecture.

attending a school that has limited opening times does have its benefits. you learn a life without architecture. you learn to fit the amount of work in less hours than here at sci-arc. work in delft is all related to credits. 1 credit is 28 hours of work, and you have to generate 60 credits each year, which is 10 months. you do the math.

sci-arc studiowork knows no boundaries. there are studios where people have an average of two sleepless nights a week. because professors are reluctant to translate assignments into acceptable workloads, burnout is quite of common appearance.

anyway, back to work or else i'll have to make mine an all-nighter ;)

#3. one day too late

got stuck in traffic. my bet.

all because in the states we don't have rules for right of way, no, we have this:



meaning: at every junction we stop, look left, look right, look left again, and only then we slowly pull up.

here we have carpool lanes you can ride with only 2 (two!) people.

i don't know if it's just a dutch thing, but here we have never heard of zipping (ritsen) when the road narrows a lane. maybe it's the ultimate example of polder modelling - even in the car we tend to agree in general concensus - but people, it actually makes sense!

here we have automatic cars. one memorable quote by the great vincent gallo says it all:

"Is this a shifter car? I cannot drive a shifter car, alright, so we got a little situation here. I can't drive these kinda cars! What the fuck is goin' on! You think that's funny? Would you like to know, smartass? Would you like to know why I can't drive this kinda car? I'll tell you why, I'm used to *luxury* cars. Have you ever heard of a luxury car? You know what luxury means? Ever heard of Cadillac, Cadillac Eldorado? That's what I drive. I drive cars that *shift* themselves."

here we almost don't have any public transport, cause public transport is for suckers (sorry chao).

when i walk from home to school (just an 8 minute walk, across the 4th street bridge) people slow their cars down, lower their window and call me a cracker. okay, i am from europe, i don't believe that having a car is the ultimate sign of civilization or prosperity, but calling me a cracker, come on!

any way, next time i'll try to leave the home a little notch earlier. promise.

28.1.07

#2. there ain't no party like a LA party

and that's a fact.

even standing in line rocks like iggy did in his heyday. oh wait, he still rocks.

and now, a random list of venues to go to, if you ever happen to be in LA.

hear gallery - closed but reopened as blowupLA. very loftparty-like. nice bands, shitty dj's that do drop some raving tunes.

safari sams - nice, big freakin' dancefloor and they like the trashy eurotunes (justicia!)

cinespace - smells like vomit, but it has the cobrasnake and steve aoki ;)



boardners - nice. just that. but bring a friend and a camera and this is what happens. thank you carlos. and tony foxxxxx is a poseur.



vanguard - expensive as hell and they let the best dj's play in the shittiest room. however, thank you dfa dj squad for giving me a very entertaining evening.

the echo - girl talk brought the roof down, the resident dj's a little bit less. but it was fun buying our way in with the bouncer, while people staying in line for 5, 6, 7 hours were yelling all kinda things that i am not gonna say here. but fuck you, fuck you and fuck you too, i'm getting in!

the hyperion lounge - nice cosy little place, and it is always nice if the owners let you throw down some tracks.

spaceland - it's got the fishbowl for the smokers - look at them!

houseparties - i think every city has its own kind of house/loft/roof parties. good thing about LA roofparties is the skyline that nicely frames your attempts at not getting drunk.



and we also have the indoorparties. with japanese and hungarian people and a shitload of equipment. inside an architecture office.



last, but cliche-wise definitely not least, sci-arc very own fridays@five. normally starts at seven, but fridays@seven doesn't really sound as good, does it. anyway, lots of different themes; college drinking games, NightAtTheAlleyBar, polkadots, 4agoodtime, 3biza, and so on. bad thing (or good, depends on what you planned for the rest of the evening) is you will be drunk by nine 'o clock



ain't that nice.

out.

26.1.07

#1. On the LA river - dear mr. owen moss, i have to disagree with you

there is a big, concrete structure running through Los Angeles. it is, somewhat archaically, called the LA river. it is not a river. only once every few years, thanks to torrential rains, the river swells from its backwater-sized width that one can easily jump across to a stream of a more modest size. yet it can never be a real river again, like it was long ago, before the gold-rush, before the missionaries.

Eric Owen Moss, the director of sci-arc and principal of the aptly-named LA-based architecture firm Eric Owen Moss architects, recently won the History Channel's competition "the city of the future: a design and engineering challenge".



anyway, hooray hooray for mr Owen Moss. lots of interesting and less interesting articles and interviews on the competition have appeared in the last few weeks, and more and more i feel like Owen Moss' LA of the future is not the LA of the future we will live to see, even though the design premise actually sounds interesting and promising.

Taking the ubiquitous (i still think this is a word that should be made easier. come on, when we are talking about sex, who uses the expression copulation?), say omnipresent (still different, but a little bit less than the other one...) la river, as Owen Moss calls it, and treating it as just another piece of infrastructure, angelenos would re-inhabit the banks of this dying piece of nature, bringing east LA closer to downtown, thus bringing wealth and prosperity to new classes of people.

Moss starts off promising, but come on, the LA river is not omni-present. it is a gutter and it is treated like one. the bridges that cross it are not constructed to be tall to let great steamships through, just to let trains with cargo through.

on the statement that east LA is a different city, i can only agree with Owen Moss. but it is not just east LA. it is the whole of the built structure that fills the basin and the surrounding valleys. unlike most other contemporary cities, Los Angeles is not greater than the sum of its parts. why? those goddamned cars, and the infrastructure that serves them. if you want to bring LA together, a move that would completely disregard the current state of the city, why would you use the one structure that divides everything? why don't we transform all highways into bus-lanes only, forcing people out of the car.

Owen Moss' view of the future of LA is an honourable one, i have to admit. it is optimistic and tries to make the best of it. It is not, however, a realistic one.

can you imagine this stretch of land ever to be the instigator of overcoming racial, social and economic divide in Los Angeles?

from this:



to this:



i still see a big concrete ditch.
please read this links and reply. even you, eric ;)

Eric Owen Moss - The leading architect on why L.A. is poised to be the city of the future


and

LA Weekly - a vote for the future

and

Eric Owen Moss Architects - plan for the future of the city of LA (pdf)

fuck LA and fuck sci-arc, but i am still moved by them

bold statements require bold explanatory observations. so making up for my lack of posting during the past few months, i will make this one a homerun: 7 in 7.

seven statements about the city of angels, los angeles, and about the school that never sleeps, sci-arc.

from the desk of mr. lady: