In Summation

Okay. So how long have I been here? A year? Oh, only a week. Hmmmm. Things happen fast here. Already I've logged 27 hours making two different models of fences made from panty hose. You want to see my contribution to the Atlantic Yards construction sites you say? Done.



This would be the rigid fence.











This would be the flexible fence.










The idea being that you had to use the same material for both. 27 hours you say? They don't look like much. I know. Sad but true. And yet somehow they killed in crit. Who knew?

But you are all wondering about Kenny I know. One of these days he's going to get wind that he is prominent in my blog and then what will happen?! I'm sure we'll find out.

Here's what I can tell you about Kenny this week. First of all, he greeted me one day with a birdcall that sounded like, "Ka-ka! Ka-ka!". The woman unlocking the dorm floor door in front of me was a little confused but I got it. The next day he wore a fedora to lecture and sat in the front row during "Career Day". Afterwards he milled around and questioned each of the professionals who had come to explain their personal experiences as Urban Planners, Landscape Architects, and Architects. The boy is thirsty! Except he doesn't drink.

Last night my "podmate" (more on what that means later) Eric and I commandeered Kenny for a night out on the town. Which led us to the Barking Crab in downtown Boston. I highly recommend it for purposes of cracking crab legs on the water amidst a rowdy crowd of urban professionals and locals.

The upshot of the dinner is that basically I am Kenny's love coach now. Kenny, if you are reading this, dump the girlfriend who can't say she likes you and get busy with the dreadlocked librarian who "facebook friended" you. I don't want to try to get into what that means but it's all the rage with the majority of contestants in the game of under 21 dating.

There is much more to write but I'm too tired to make it happen now. I will say that the schedule is grueling. Sleep...well, I'd like a little more of it. The process takes immense concentration and ingenuity. But the result felt pretty good to present.

Two last things. I want to introduce some of my podmates. Yes. I said podmates. Here at the GSD they split you up into "trays" and "pods". A tray is the floor you are on and it is called a tray because the building has been designed like a football stadium...steps leading up to the top in tiers except the tiers are large enough to accommodate multiple open studios that are grouped in "pods". A pod consists of 8 desks in 4 carrels. Whoever is in your carrel is your "buttmate". I'm not making this up. I just learned that tonight at dinner. My podmates are all of an older descent. The youngest in our ranks is 26...so that means that after the big critique we can....

you guessed it....

drink....













Starting from the left you have me, Elise, David, Sarah, and the afore mentioned Eric. Dave and Ken are missing from the picture as they were missing from the drinking but we like them anyway. I'll give the lo-down on everyone another day when I can do them justice. I will say that we pretty much spend 15 hours a day together at least and so far no one has shot anyone. Stay tuned for dramas to unfold. Nah...we are a good bunch.

And finally, I have to give a shout out to Team Franklin who inspired this blog in the first place. He's got one of his own that is definitely worth the read. Check it out here.

Team Franklin is coming to Boston soon and will hopefully be filling in his peeps about pods and trays in his own special way. Don't just take my word for it. Get a second opinion at http://franklinespinal.blogspot.com/

Okay, enough for now. See you on the morrow. B