Yes, I’m conscious that while I’m prototyping my custom house using the latest technology available, people in Gaza lose their family homes for no reason, with no possibility to stop it, while Japan and China have a surplus of houses that goes into dozens of millions, just rotting onsite.
One might say “shit is crazy” but I’m thinking, we ought to do better jfc.
“I ain’t checked the price (I got it)”
Me in 2024:
“my brothers in Christ are you out of your mind if you don’t check the price at the very least twice in 2024, tf ym???”
(that beat was kind of everything during fall 2014, soundtrack to working in Hollywood. Music stars, Calabasas, 101 and Santa Monica, trying to make this bread one 12-hour shift at a time)
Harold’s Halftogon House (HHH), is being designed. I’m about to print (1/100th size) the second prototype.
Living room, tiered seating, main Table to the right, probably a steel structure cantilevered from the kitchen island (no legs means bliss). 200mm (89”) long, 100mm (39”) large. Why a main Table? Because it’s needed in a human being life. To spread things out, and get stuff done OR host a very nice dinner sitting about 10. Same idea.
The table on the left is indeed a model I replicated from Eames and it’s about the same size (226mm), for visual reference and volume.
View from the mezzanine, where the sunken (not designed yet) media nook (big monitor and books mostly) will be. I still need to design a bunch of built-in planters, as I’ll line them up against the windows, providing some cooling effect and looking good as well. Trickling down the tiered seating area, yes.
Outside of the elliptical table, sliding doors and fridge (tall rectangle on the right side of the main Table on this screenshot), yes, everything can be 3D printed here.
Yesterday I went through adding the skylights to the roof, finally. It’s going to be awesome to play with light to see where the sun would hit underneath the green roof with my hands! I’m so excited, y’all.
Oh, the University of Maine just released a new 3D printer, which can print structures 96 feet (29m) by 32 feet (9.7m) and 18 feet (5.4m) high. HHH is currently 64 feet (19.5m) by 43 feet (13m) and 11 feet (3.6m) high. It could almost be printed out in one shot from this new factory!
80 hours later, it would be drying. The house would be 90% done.
I can’t stop smiling, y’all.
It is dystopian out there.
Folks walk around, you don’t know if they have seen you, even if you’re wearing a super loud yellow shirt.
You don’t know if they can hear anything. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t. Big headphones with noise-cancelling tech on? Those are like adult babies who have literally no conscious of what’s going on around them now.
They talk to someone or maybe they talk to themselves, you never know these days with small wireless tech, hair and clothes.
They drive or walk around exclusively looking at their phones. I noticed that often, no one can stay straight in a lane or on a sidewalk. It feels like everyone is wasted.
Spatial awareness is disappearing and simultaneously, folks believe that they’re in constant danger.
Meanwhile robots proliferate, from little droids on the sidewalk to cars driving themselves around.
Meanwhile tons of people want to be creative but fail at practice every day and still demand to be creative. Bruh! Complacency and deceitfulness are too popular these days.
Price increase everywhere at an alarming rate, subscription abuse, it’s all gross.
The internet! A whole mess these days. You can’t find shit and all sites are so aggressive to get your info or pattern-match you with how long you paused on that picture with previous data they have. It’s insane.
AI has been nerfed and spits odd shit right now. But it’s taking over jobs for sure. Fast.
Software and apps! They will change everything after an update and it’s confusing for weeks if not forever. We don’t even register the offense anymore, we just slug through the new interface until they’re done doing their dumb A/B tests, and then something changes, sometimes and too often for the worst (tyranny of the majority).
I truly feel like living with zombies while society at large is aggressively against me for no other reason than it can.
I see this “no politics” stance as censorship and dictatorship, really.
Everything is political, by default. Inherently.
Being in love with a fat person is political.
Dating someone who’s disabled is political.
Adopting a black kid when you’re white as hell, is political.
Being an independent business is political.
Wanting a two-lane boulevard because I use both bicycle and car daily, and that boulevards are for cars and side streets are for bicycles, which is in a way fucking common sense, is political yet doesn’t follow any narratives out there.
Everything that we do sends signals, and those signals build values at large. Asking folks to never engage about those from 9 to 5 five days a week, is not only quite impossible, it is very unhealthy and leads to fascism taking over, which is something we’re witnessing these days.
We don’t want that.
Good trouble. We need it. Things are moving so fast, we need folks to question and halt things if needed. From Google to USC, from Palestine to Ukraine and Sudan. From sharing information, doing the work to understand our accountability, voting to straight up immolation, shake things up. Be relentless.
Every single time I’m thinking “OK, let’s stop masking” after a dinner party or in public in a venue, the week after I feel fucking funny. Heavy running nose, some stomach issues, etc. Most people hide their symptoms these days so I’m like “I’m paranoid, haha!” And then they’re coughing sounding like they have 1800s tuberculosis and I’m like “yeah, no”.
But every single time I mask up, avoid most folks and bask in the sun? I soon physically feel better than ever.
Not practical.
Parking lot. Los Angeles. December 2023.
On a scorching hot day, seeing this felt like it happened in 1972 or something. Did it even happen?
2012 is probably the last year before the majority of folks is absorbed by their phones. In 2012 we’re still making eye contact in this b.
This whole past decade dominated by technology is rather sad, truly.
I see a lot of people lament about that and how it’s destroying jobs.
Yeah, but that’s not the whole story.
The whole story for me is all my graphic designer friends through the years. They’ve always giggled at the fact that they were getting paid handsomely (and sometimes, far too much) to design a few web buttons or to draw a nice illustration. Work that would take them a couple hours or an afternoon, and sustain them for weeks/months.
I used to think “lucky bastards, I can’t do that designing audio!”. Well, they’re not lucky bastards anymore. 90% of them are competing with AI aka a 24/7 slave who’s getting better at its craft 24/7 as well.
And so here comes the cognitive dissonance.
“But making art is about making it!” Well, keep making it then. You won’t get paid much now though, but art isn’t about getting paid, is it?
“But it used to be a great career, working with tons of different clients!” Yeah, not anymore I guess. This is why there’s no choice but to demand UBI.
Folks prefer to struggle financially and mentally rather than accept the fact that humankind has reached a point where work doesn’t yield enough money for folks to live decently. Which means we need to focus on that part.
So don’t hate progress, just understand that you won’t live off of your art. And that it is fine.
It serves 6, or 1 day per Harold (1d/h.).
Physics. There’s nothing you can do.
Cheers to that, bro.