So Bo(oynton Beach) Bi(irmingham) Da(llas), it is this concoction, this idea that isn’t really new, or maybe isn’t even relevant. It still has to prove itself, but I think it is essentially a narrative of ordinary strangeness. A document of that sort of thing. Hollis is the fulcrum, so, in a way, it is his baby. That is how the other two of us ended up talking in the same forum. So lets say it’s about Hollis, or at least Hollis interests as they tie back into us. Then music matters. People matter, and the way they act matters. Captured life matters.
But all things worthwhile seem to answer questions. That is a thought that is in my head right now, so go there with me: what are the relevant questions? Why write anything at all? All good statements have some sort of receptor, something that catches them and makes them relevant–questions that are getting answered or addressed. I don’t think there has to be one big question. Its more like an episode of The View, people sitting around talking about something but really nothing, or vice versa. That talk revolves around some sort of question, identified or not. There is a reason for conversation.
I’m Bruce Lanier. I’m a young-ish architect in Birmingham, AL. In addition to my own practice I have too many non-work-related interests. So I am airing them with some other people who have unique perspectives on things that I tend to care about and who I think are in the same spot right now. Most of it has to do with living and things we see and experience while we do that. Most of it is also ordinary. And, since ordinary is hard to pin down these days, it is probably worth talking about. – BL
Hollis Tidwell be my name, Hollis Tidwell III to be exact. A ten year, South Florida transplant, with a daily life of architecture, finding himself trying to sweep up all my hobbies and visions into one dustpan. A new, still relatively clean dustpan called the internet. And stuck like dust bunnies under beds and on chair legs are the visions of other friends, whom will be sweep up as we see fit. This pan is large. It feels a bit roomy at present. We’ll sweep up one room at a time for sanity’s sake. – HT3
Allison Feinstein, aka “Allygator” – Somehow Ally landed in Dallas, TX, red hooker heels and all. Judging by the amount of red polish she owns, you’ll gain an overstanding of her street presence. From the New York beat to SoFla ways and daze. Not even an ocean posing as a lake could keep her at bay. Your ins and outs. Your what’s it. Your who.
I agree that there are reasons for conversation, but I also see so often how people feel obligated or are actually forced to talk based on the decisions they have made, the people with whom they have chosen to surrounded themselves. I am often forced into conversations that do not interest or involve me in the least, but duty calls and I answer. We’ve all been there at one time or another, talking or listening to someone whose personality, beauty, or lack of both just drives us into our own heads like 8th grade history class. The question lately that asks itself is why are you talking to me, or are you talking to yourself and pretending that you have something worth saying. A tour of duty in a place like Afghanistan even makes events like a concert with my daughter seem tragic, insincere, vain, and vulgar. At the same time it intensifies the connection of all things in time and space and their interdependence. Harmony exists, but I find it when I don’t force a perspective. It reveals itself continuously. It’s very real, but I think a lot of it was lost during the early 1970s. Let’s find it again or get lost trying.
If you can name the exact location of the staircase in the above photo, we’ll find a wonderful prize for you.
Wait. I might not even remember.