Internets -
A friend of mine recently sent me an Imogen Heap music video and said their life was like that. I downloaded Imogen and have fallen in love with her music. And, yes. I can see 'Take the Next Train Home' as something that relates. Got me to thinking. What describes my life these days. roller coaster. I have become a manic/depressive. I'm an architect. That means I've basically searched for work ever since I got into this inane profession. You wait, die, kill for any kind of work. To find anyone who will pay you do do a design. That's all over now. Greed took over. And we're going through a "period of adjustment" now, getting back to normal. Bottom line is, all the bankers have pulled credit in tighter than a guy's balls who just jumped into the north sea.
I love/hate the profession. And I just want out. Then I get a prospective client and hope springs. Then they go away. Of course, we submit for the public work around Seattle. Libraries, city halls, senior centers. If you're lucky you get about 1 in 100 projects. Competing with all the self serving, self proclaimed great, narcissistic architectural firms around Seattle. What a bunch of insufferable dreamers. Design for the client? No way. Design for the AIA award. Design for the coffee table book. Design for your place as an AIA fellow. I truly hate them all. Myself included for thinking I could ever, ever be as good as the awesome, talented, yes, even God-like Seattle architects. I bow in humility. I just want out. And they will say "good riddance" to me. I'm a piece of dirt under their tables. and I will say. I will just say - goodbye. BANG! Dark.
