Wednesday, March 28, 2012
You see what you know.
You like what you understand.
— Moto of Jörg Schlaich
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
I felt like I never lived in the present as much as when I did this.
— Eve Aschheim
Monday, March 26, 2012
The difference between intent and meaning.
— Nicole Elder
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Art functioned as proof.
— Michael Harris, “The Nineteenth Century: Imaged Ideology," Colored Pictures
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Sailors fighting in the dance hall.
— David Bowie, “Life On Mars?”
Friday, March 23, 2012
De Alto Cedro, voy para Marcan.
Llego a Cueto, voy para Mayari.
— Buena Vista Social Club, “Chan Chan”
Thursday, March 22, 2012
That was really tricky, I didn’t like that.
— Woman at Centre Pompidou
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
What he’s doing doesn’t seem rational, which makes me think it’s rational in a way I’m not privy to.
— Foreman, “Better Half," House
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Why did she seem so abstracted?
— James Joyce, The Dead
Monday, March 19, 2012
But go slowly, so you do it right.
— Korczak Ziolkowski via The New York Times
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Memorials cannot any longer commemorate death and destruction in the name of noble causes, but must somehow affirm the ultimate value of human life, under whatever name it goes.
— Leebeus Woods, “Celebrating Death”
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Architecture as a kind of thought experiment… Is what we think of as outward reality nothing more than the physical manifestation of information?
— Darcy Frey, “Crowded House," New York Times Magazine: June 8, 2008
Friday, March 16, 2012
Looking for the places only they would know.
— Simon & Garfunkel, “The Boxer”
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Subway walls and tenement halls.
— Simon & Garfunkel, “The Sound of Silence”
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
You want all those seams to be visible.
— Nicole Elder
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
The answer is you have to get over it, because that’s life.
— Michael Meredith
Monday, March 12, 2012
I do not know why I marvel at them so, when there is nothing on earth that forgetfulness does not fade, memory alter, and when no one knows what sort of image the future may translate it into.
— Jorge Luis Borges, “Mutations”
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Locked in a deadly three dimensional contest of hide and seek, played out over immense distances.
— David Attenborough,“Open Oceans,” The Blue Planet
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Alright fellas, lets go and say a prayer for a boy who couldn’t run as fast as I could.
— Jerry Connolly, Angels with Dirty Faces
Friday, March 9, 2012
Strength and poetry.
— Leebeus Woods, “Theoharis David’s Built Ideas”