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Aftershock

My foster mom was lied to and deceptively ended up in the retirement home thinking that this was just a hospital routine check for no more than a week.

She fell  in there a couple days ago. 14 stitches on her head. At this rate her funerals are going to come fast.

The brutality to me is also in the dissonance. This family gave me their best. But now her own kids, people I love and who I didn’t know could do that, the people she worked so hard for so long for, are kind of literally putting her in a casket now that she needs constant help. It is inconvenient to have a dying mom but come on, man.

It be your own people. It doesn’t have to be.

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children out

Where Do the Children Play? – by Eli Stark-Elster

We can complain about their screen time, lament the anxious generation, scoff at how ‘unnatural’ this brave new world has become. Simultaneously, though, we should do our best to understand why kids are behaving this way.

Rather, I think we should be super fucking active to get back to what we know is good.

I’m generation I-had-it-all. Wood sticks, dirt, doing nothing around an electric box by a sodium lamp, 8-bit consoles, bicycles, porn in gif files, 32-bit consoles and the internet. I’m part of the very few who got it all.

We went too far. We all know this. We need to cut down screen time. Cut down brainwashing through hours and hours of nothing-ness. We need to go back to doing nothing outside. The real nothing.

digital space is the only place left where children can grow up without us

That is not the case! There are tons of adults in those spaces since forever wtf? That is one of the main issues with digital spaces: you cannot verify who is behind that username, you can’t even less today and probably never ever will be able to thanks to AI now.

When we were up a dirt hill and couldn’t hear anything, we knew we could do whatever we wanted. No adults disguised as trees. Sure, we wouldn’t do much as it would be cold in November and after throwing some rocks or whatever, there was nothing much to do. But it was real: we were truly by ourselves. Left with our thoughts. Getting more honest overall. Pondering more. Taking our time. Setting some shit on fire and laughing. Understanding accountability. Real.

Digital spaces do not allow that. They are fake as fuck and that’s a massive issue in terms of trust in your environment and yourself. All this time and energy spent trying to decipher BS and bullshitting left and right on phones while growing up is probably destructive.

Because digital spaces are so good at hooking up people thanks to the ability to make filthy money selling our info, giving up on them being the only spaces left for children is an absolutely fucking not for me.

Send the kids out. Trust the process.

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Monopitch

The Edris House By E. Stewart Williams has been a big influence in HHH design. For one thing: monopitch roof and living room designed around it.

(more pictures here)

It creates a dynamic relationship with the outside. The ceiling/roof line is a diagonal going forward the sky and the sun. This is exciting!

It obviously brings in copious amounts of light inside, which I will need with my concrete cave. It is simpler to build than a gable roof and the slope provides effective rain drainage compared to a flat-flat roof.

Studying houses for years now, I noticed that what makes a “modern contemporary” house feel so flat and boring is the constant horizontality of its ceiling. This house is small yet the monopitch roof makes the living room look bigger.

So this + my layout having no 90° angles will make my 1,300 square feet project look cozy and I can’t wait.

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Shock

My foster mom was put in a retirement home last week. She has Alzheimer’s.

The thing is she lived in her house for five straight decades. She doesn’t drive so that’s essentially 24/7 in the same environment for 50 years.

She raised five kids (and me) and provided daycare to countless families. Same place, same woman. Same woman, same place.

This summer as usual, I drove to go see her. She was beaming. Yes, after 25 minutes she started to ask me a couple things again, but otherwise she looked serene, at peace. In her own house, watching TV from a comfortable chair. Giving me compliments for my shoes and how I kind of have big feet (“you know what they say about men with big feet?”). Her light green eyes wide open.

We’re laughing. It’s just her and I. It is quiet and there’s a little summer breeze. I want to stay longer than an hour but I have to get back on the road. She stands up, uses her walker to get to the balcony to wave a goodbye while I honk and wave back, as we always always do.

I just didn’t know that it would be the last time. I remember thinking that it might be, got my tears up and then dismissed the idea “nah, there will be another one” to motivate me to dry up the eye water supply.

She fostered me. I have zero legal leverage to do anything. The house is scheduled to be sold next year and I don’t fucking want it to happen. There is just a lack of dignity in this whole affair. She is conscious that she can’t live alone anymore, but she’s also conscious that she doesn’t want to be in the retirement home and wants to be in her home.

I feel her. I hold onto my memories of taking her out to restaurants in the past few years. I was so happy to provide some sweet, short change to her routines. Stimulate her brain. Make her walk. Activities are essential when you’re in your 80s, even just for an afternoon or a couple days.

I’m still in denial, not going to lie.

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An ode to the car

  • The car. It killed horses jobs and our relationship to those majestic animals.
  • It changed everything but I keep trying to imagine what it must have been to be stuck in a family, in a house, in a small village until your thirties. And all of a sudden, you have a vehicle affording you the instant gratification of absolute freedom: being able to go anywhere, anytime you want, quickly, easily, now. Escape to a hill and watch the sunset with your date’s heart beating against yours. Of course people went crazy about cars.
  • The car is supreme to listen to music. It’s just science. A small box acoustically designed with six speakers will make music sound like it is from heaven (if you have good taste). I have a memory of being on Manchester Blvd with my girlfriends, windows open, warm evening breeze, full darkness five minutes away, this Larry Heard, Missing you song (instrumental) on repeat at the perfect volume where you can hear it all while still being able to talk. Perfect cruising. A memory for a lifetime.
  • Road trips good or bad, are always memorable too. There is still something incredible about moving all together to the same location. “see you there!” Just like taking off in a plane, there’s always this miraculous thing floating around it. Not so long ago in human history, this was impossible.
  • Taking turns every hour and chatting about stuff is so awesome. There’s something important to do (drive safe), it’s team work, there’s snacks and naps and music and conversations you might not have in other situations.
  • Late night conversations. Honesty flowing like nowhere else.
  • Hybrid cars are technological marvels using the best of both worlds (very simple electric system, very simple gas system) allowing them to go for 500,000 miles without sweating. The longer tools last and can be maintained for, the better.

I’m not in car culture or anti-car, I’m just like “we need them and they’re fine?”

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Diss

I included a little diss note to the gift for my mom. I can’t wait to have her online after Christmas like

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Not a little box

Crestwood Hills, Los Angeles, California

So why are we still stuck in very traditionally shaped houses? After the 50s/60s/70s and their avant-garde architecture? After decades of amazing progress with material? With possibilities that were simply not possible back then?

Why are we still making houses like that little stupid drawing we all did when we were kids?

Simply put, because of religion and its kids (misogyny, racism).

To finance a house, you need a bank to loan you money. Banks are more often than not led by conservative, religious folks. At first when people came to them with futuristic houses looking like nothing else, those bankers mumbled but accepted them:  a majority of people dreamed of new things after two world wars, and house shortage was too strong to not sign off whatever housed people. Pure necessity.

The demographics of people looking for modern architecture have always been full of non-religious, progressive folks. People trying something new, questioning things. People not afraid of breaking from the past. People mingling with different races. People not going to church. Women with opinions and power.

Bankers, more often than not, hated all that. So they would block mortgages. Very quickly rules and laws voted by powerful, wealthy conservative folks often connected to banks, made financing or building modern architecture difficult if not impossible.

Concept and plans of houses on a hill.

Crestwood Hills in Los Angeles had to go all the way to Washington DC to make themselves heard and get their loans approved! Many people couldn’t wait that long and withdrew their plans for a modern house.

There was also, it seems, the idea that a house without a clear entrance and a lot of privacy in the backyard was an instrument for adultery. Which, in our current modern days of blatant affairs and sophisticated toys, is a laughable concern. Especially if you add what we know is happening in churches and boys clubs but a-ny-way.

Built houses in Crestwood Hills. Privacy, community and views. Yessir.

The first community/cooperative of that kind started in 1945 in the East. It was called Usonia. The same reasons impaired the effort: banks dragging their feet and the requirements to run a successful coop, which demands a lot of work outside of people’s lives, being too much. A few amazing dozen houses were built though and like Crestwood, the spirit is still alive.

Illustrations showing how for the same size a low profile design looks larger and flows better.

Through those post-war decades Joseph Eichler was the most successful by far, but that’s only because he was a real estate developer: he was able to build whatever he wanted and it turns out being modern houses designed for good Quality of Life. He didn’t have to fight contractors to build something different than a kid’s drawing. He paid them. He built around 10,000 Eichler houses.

Modern houses from 1950s and 1960s designers are interesting because they fit our 2020s lives really well. Nice proportions, built-ins and open floor plans match our digital habits which are 20 years old now. We just need to sit down with our devices and we’re good to go for hours. No need for dining room, game room, family room and all that rigid layout from the past.

Instead of exploring new layouts connecting us with nature that we so need, we either live on top of each other in apartments acting like we’re in houses (aka we don’t respect our neighbors), or we live in houses with those living rooms open to the street, which we close with curtains at all times for privacy or because we’re done looking at that boring silver F150. Let’s add an intense flood light to make it look good /s.

And everything is made out of the cheapest material you can possibly get away with.

We are so oddly uncreative, unsophisticated and anti-progress with this housing thing. It’s crazy.

(photos from Cory Buckner’s book, Crestwood Hills, The Chronicle of a Modern Utopia)

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Halloween down bad

I’ve seen 3 costumes all day and a dude and his kid almost bumped into me getting in front of me to my crib, to trick or treat. Like, so rude and no, there was no candy. Chomp and suck on some manners mfs, how about that.

Goddamn.

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Catalano house

Not obsessed, just always will be in awe looking at it:

Built in 1954. Imagine folks looking at it. This is the year Elvis Presley is STARTING to become famous nationally. So advanced for its time.

With my quest of living in something that is not a cube, this is probably of of the best shape in a sense. A glass cube under a hyperbolic paraboloid shape.

It’s not that square is bad, it’s that it’s opaque with traditional walls. With glass walls as above, it’s not longer an issue. You keep the simplicity and efficiency of 90° furniture and layout with 360° view. Brilliant.

You can read more about it on Wikipedia and USmodernist, but it’s unreal that it’s the only one ever built. And it was destroyed in 2001.

The architect, Eduardo Catalano, lived in it for five years, when everything was working properly. The last owner had to deal with leaks in the massive roof and everything was in bad shape. 1950s technology VS hot, humid and cold weather was too much for it. Asbestos insulation!! Tragic, man.

With today’s technology? It would be a breeze. First, I would build it in California where the weather is much more easier to deal with. Out of the woods too. Leaves were an issue because a massive roof held only by two points is quite fragile.

Structurally, I don’t know. Precast UHPC (Ultra High Performance Concrete) frame? Fiber Reinforce Concrete to keep the shell light? Bamboo with solar panels? I don’t think I would be able to eliminate the tension cable above the roof. That seems to at the very least be important just in case. The only way would be to basically loop a steel cable underneath linking larger buttresses and roof corners with the tension cable under the house.

I would sink the living spaces by 1.5 meter I think. To make it a tiny bit more private without relaying on curtains. It would improve its insulation for free, too.

Anyway, I have a future post about why we’re still stuck in very traditionally shaped houses.

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Analysis

There are three things that have impacted the world negatively lately:

  • Doing everything on a phone.
  • Developing homogeneous environments.
  • Following rules and laws to a T.

There are three things that Asian and South Asian communities like to do zealously:

  • Doing everything on a phone.
  • Developing homogeneous environments.
  • Following rules and laws to a T.

Those three things align with control and conservative movements. Which are on the rise all over the world.

Hmmm.

I am the product of diversity, pluralism and globalization. I don’t like what I’m seeing.