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Game executive dies

I don’t think it’s that tragic in the sense that this is kind of expected and could have been avoided entirely.

You are a millionaire. You own a Ferrari. You drive fast on a Sunday night, crash and die. You made it! And now you are gone. Yay.

It’s incredibly sad how our culture is. How we boast “do you” even when driving an extremely powerful car at night is not “do you” but more like “killing yourself in 5, 4,..”. It’s just odds.

Our patriarchy-laced culture puts taking risks above anything and everything, including living a long life and enjoying your kids. We need to stop this insane shit. What a waste.

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The year of disappointment

It’s been all over the place. So many!

I can’t believe the entire tech world bowed to that president. I can’t believe Google said “yup, gulf of America coming right up sir!”. And Apple was like “look at my little gold gift!!!”. It cannot be more sycophant than that.

Apple literally did what we all feared a surveillance state would do and no one said a fucking thing! How dare you still use their devices, come on y’all.

I can’t believe Los Angeles blocked adobe construction after its biggest fires ever because officials are “not sure those structures would stand”. Humans have been building those for five thousand years, your stupid ass stick construction burns the fuck down in 24 minutes and you doubt contemporary adobe? Beyond dumb as hell. It’s completely anti-science.

Yeah, the fires were started by some emo mf who felt sad. Beat his ass senseless.

Wondering what happened to $2B used to fix homelessness? Corruption. That’s what happened.

Disappointment. Kawhi’s arc (this man literally made me watch the NBA ‘gain back in 2013). The legendary skateboard pros showing their whole ass on social media, spewing hate and nonsense. Good people like D’Angelo dying. Brother, you were not supposed to leave before at least another couple albums, goddamn. Meanwhile Diddy probably playing some flute with somebody’s booty in prison, smiling. Fuck all of that.

At work, politically, on vacation, with family or with friends, it’s been a whole lot of  deception.

Nothing inspiring.

Yet. I’ve just had probably one of my best year ever. In control.

I have the best sound systems I’ve ever had. I live in a cute, gorgeous place while designing one bigger and even better. I enjoy my job. I’m well respected and liked by my peers. I have monster orgasms, daily. I have enough projects, small and big, moving at decent paces to make me smile all the time. I land heelflips now! I enjoy my life fully. I have room to grow. I feel strong and hungry.

I’ve never been in a dissonance like this. I’m mad but I ain’t stressin’ I guess.

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game over for videos

2025 being the year we cannot trust videos anymore is a wild milestone.

A huge one. Video had always been the safeguard for everything!

The consequences for young people growing up trying to understand the world, are dramatic. Like, insanely dramatic.

My mind is racing.

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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)