Venus, seen from the southern hemisphere, is called Sunev.

Let’s climb down off Nolan’s back about the helmets.

My favorite dinosaur is the house wren.

When you visit the Darwin Martin house notice how, because you are patient for two minutes, your eyes adjust and the interior blooms for you. As detail and color come to life the space structures itself, shifting into its alignments and linkages. . The outside is nice, too, I guess.

Windy Ilium looked more like Walpi

HHR. Buffalo. 5 July, A.L. 6026 (The bar is open.)

This is *the* book they are terrified their teenagers might read. Chapter 4 might almost have been evidence at Nuremberg. Pick it up. I dare you. I **dare** you.

Or just the Wilson Eyre on its cover

By studying a house I get to live in that house. I walk H H Richardson’s house for Reverend Percy Brown in my sleep. In the fullness of time I shall •haunt• a house at Tuxedo Park. Advice to students: pick anything out of Scully and model it. I suggest Plate 50 of Architecture of the American Summer

Woke on an upswing. Yes. I *am* Hattori Hanzo. Bring a million dollars and we’ll give you the greatest house ever made by a man. If a jealous god were to touch it, that god would be cut. #mood

I say with Hal: “I had these wounds on Saint Crispian’s Day!”

I didn’t do enough. I didn’t do it well enough. Tomorrow I’ll have at it again.

In rooms two young men put it on, talking of Thomas Pyncheon.

Tom Sachs show “Furniture” at Studio 94. It closes on June 20. The morals are: 1) that NASA is best represented with the worm, and that 2) for the foreseeable future, space exploration will be as perilous as braving the ocean in a coracle; 3) and that humanity must waste not if we are to want not.

More ideation than you can shake a stick at, no? Santa Maria dell’ Orazione e Morte. I discovered this freak-thang behind the Pal Farnese in June of 1981, and didn’t realize then that the entire institution was designed to provide dignified burial for the abandoned and the despised. But it stuck. 🥹

Pick a Bond villain from the pictures you already have on your phone.

Ol’ InkOnLinen just wants his rocking chair thank you kindly.

One of Big Jim Stirling’s two missile silos at Rice University

“Head of an Akkadian Ruler.” As a boy this man attended performances of Gilgamesh.

leaving Houston: Distrait, once or twice distraught, feeling feels. Feels on wheels. Goode Co. (x3) and The Pit Room (x1) did not disappoint. Old friends were warm and generous. The new buildings did not uniformly blow, but many expectorated into spit-cups in their several ways. These were 4 faves:

The storied edifice that was once Taft Architects’ first office.

My favorite Taft Architects house now over-shouldered by more recent dwellings that appear to more aggressively max out their development envelopes. You can’t see from where you are but I am bowing deeply from the waist.

I’d all but forgotten.

🎶 “Is everybody in? Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin” 🎶 Tomorrow is Pynchon In Public Day. Prepare.

My adulthood in New York feels as though it is bracketed by The Civil Wars: A Tree Is Best Measured When It Is Down, and Moby Dick. . The painting is of a North Atlantic Right Whale in the prodigious act of breaching. It sneers. Its eye is the eye of a god.

BAM.org film series Pynchonesque kicks off on his birthday, May 8——celebrated globally as Pynchon-In-Public Day——with Inherent Vice, (2014, Paul Thomas Anderson)

Robert Wilson at BAM: His Moby Dick is cleansed of toxic males and mighty whales. . Terribly pretty. Talented performers. Terrific songs. Wrung out libretto. . Puts me in mind of the rat tart sketch…. “Is that whale tart? Disgusting. I’ll ’ave a slice wi’out so many cetacea in it, please.”

Worth crossing state lines to see: The Ross Winans House Baltimore McKim, Mead, and White 1882

Shai Hulud hides in plain sight out SW Boone’s Ferry. Portland will do nicely, thank you, under his protection.

Architects! Architecture critics! Local design review boards! Attend! — A big building should own its size. President Taft’s tailor didn’t build him a suit out of the mismatched clothing of three smaller men in hope of making him “fit in” with the crowd. Say it loud! I’m big and endowed!