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myurbandreamthe feeling of hot pressure at the fingertips as new calluses form there...
the sight of sunrise from the windows of the top floor...
the rush of asecond third fifth wind, of new energy when it seemed before that everything had been squeezed out, and all of a sudden new depths are revealed, and the distance that the body can go is proved to be farther than the mind first believed...
the soundness, and soundlessness - the silence, of the sleep of pure exhaustion, pressed down with the relief of completion, the end of stress...
the frantic, frenzied energy of a deadline approaching, of being almost almost done...
the casual camaraderie of friends who've spent hours, days, weeks, working together in silent company, cracking jokes after long spans of silence, eating breakfast together in the pre-dawn light, watching the clock for each other to settle in for a quick nap...
the frustration, as each task is completed, only for another challenge to present itself, when the bar seems to move farther and farther out of reach as effort is poured away down a vast and endless drain of disapproval and disgust and other D's...
the solidarity of shared pain and stress, that brings one group together against all that might come between one of them and relief, and of shared joy and triumph for a deadline passed and a job well done...
the intimate knowledge, the irony, the coincidences, the little details like: 'spread glue on the edges of museum board with your fingertips, so it doesn't stain the flat sides' and 'line up a grid diagonally' and 'hold your blade as vertical as possible so that it doesn't make a mitered cut in the chip board'- and all the little tricks of the trade...
thus is the collected wisdom of an architecture student.
the sight of sunrise from the windows of the top floor...
the rush of a
the soundness, and soundlessness - the silence, of the sleep of pure exhaustion, pressed down with the relief of completion, the end of stress...
the frantic, frenzied energy of a deadline approaching, of being almost almost done...
the casual camaraderie of friends who've spent hours, days, weeks, working together in silent company, cracking jokes after long spans of silence, eating breakfast together in the pre-dawn light, watching the clock for each other to settle in for a quick nap...
the frustration, as each task is completed, only for another challenge to present itself, when the bar seems to move farther and farther out of reach as effort is poured away down a vast and endless drain of disapproval and disgust and other D's...
the solidarity of shared pain and stress, that brings one group together against all that might come between one of them and relief, and of shared joy and triumph for a deadline passed and a job well done...
the intimate knowledge, the irony, the coincidences, the little details like: 'spread glue on the edges of museum board with your fingertips, so it doesn't stain the flat sides' and 'line up a grid diagonally' and 'hold your blade as vertical as possible so that it doesn't make a mitered cut in the chip board'- and all the little tricks of the trade...
thus is the collected wisdom of an architecture student.
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Date: 2007-02-21 03:44 am (UTC)When you wake up in three days, I'd really like to see you, I've got a lot I'd like to talk to you about, and I miss you, gorramit!
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Date: 2007-02-21 03:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-22 06:14 am (UTC)"and ten billion sushi dinner cried out in vengange!" Which is only usable during fish attacks, and
"Read Terry Pratchett. He makes all things good."
What you know is the epitome of Zen philosophy.
But I'll stick with mine anyway.
Go read my journal! ME