Here are some more words from my brain. Check it out on Substack, like it if you do like it, subscribe if you’d like to see more. This week I’ve written a personal essay on sustainability, technology, the humanities, and love.

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I am trying to develop a writing habit. If you enjoy bad theater, people staring at you while they sing earnestly, children trying to converse like grownups, then maybe you’ll dig this too. open.substack.com/pub/badindex...

As Herr Trump takes over the Kennedy Center, it is worth noting that he isn’t the first authoritarian to take a special interest in the arts. I doubt however that he could pull together an exhibition as interesting as Entartete Kunst.

I wish peace to the soul that was lost this evening on the Metrolink San Bernardino tracks, under the wheels of the train I am on. I suppose with the number of hopeless, mentally ill, those impaired or lost, it is a wonder this doesn’t happen every day. Our humanity is collective, and it is shared.

I’m back in the office for the first time since watching all of season 1 of Severance. The lighting here is so even and diffuse. The air systems offer a steady white noise. The break room is so tidy. It is unnerving.

Farewell to the last man standing, Garth Hudson.

Buckminster Fuller said that we have all of the technology and all of the resources necessary to provide food, water, and energy to everyone. This is still true. Sustainability is not an engineering problem. It is a problem of human spirit.

I am an architect, working to steer our built environment towards sustainability. To an observer, and in light of ongoing climate and political disasters, this might seem like a disheartening pursuit. It is not.

I decided to pull all of my carrots today so I could start fresh. It’s a surly looking bunch of misfits and ne’er-do-wells.