a "crossroads" of sorts has come up. within one week i've graduated, found out that the firm i thought i was starting was gone, will be moving out of my house, and more. again everything "intersects" all at once. i wish i had a "sign" to "guide" the "way."
so here's a farewell to the mercat palace and to blackland architects. here's to moving into beehives and moving on to more secure jobs. i hear the sirens calling. a mercat is half cat/half fish.
thank you. it's been kind of a rush of everything over the past five months and i feel like i haven't given credit to you enough. amidst the moves, weddings, papers, projects, graduation, and jack rabbit navigation you've been right there or at least a long winded phone call away. i'm proud of where you've put yourself and can't wait to be your loyal cheerleader in the coming months.
thanks to everyone else for the past five years, though i don't think we're entering some kind of bookend. or maybe it's one of the intermediate bookends that holds the middle of a volume of encyclopedias. they're usually not fancy or gilded, but they serve the same function of holding stuff up. yeah, that's what y'all've done, supporting volumes H-K while definitely touching on the hearty LMNOP of our next stage. and now i'm mixing my metaphors. hey, who wants to go swimming?
how i wonder what you are. -marc
i'm a few days removed from the big presentation, but i'm not exactly sure how long. outside of school and finals, all i have to schedule by are major holidays and graduations. and i can't even seem to pull that one off. the point is that i'm done with this semester and all school indefinitely.
in celebration, i will allow myself to stretch. no papers or exams or design focus forums to cramp my spine. just me going about the months, setting my own schedules, and being responsible to myself and that which i really care about. i'm laying down, standing up, or doing whatever possible to avoid what this wicked wooden chair has done to my vertebrae over the past year. the world is a big place, but even more than that it's infinitely large when you look closer. so we'll start there, sitting in the middle of a field. outstretched. rolling around in the freakin grass.
roll on.
to say i'm writing by candlelight wouldn't be not true, but the warmth of a seventeen inch monitor seems to lessen the effect. nonetheless, a huge storm rolled in tonight and knocked out power for a few good hours. so in the midst of tomorrow being my last day of school ever and me spending these past couple nights entrenched in my new job, it was nice for austin to just shut down for a while and chat with kate amidst candles. everyone's plans seem to be falling into place, despite the fact that no one knows what the hell we're doing.
get your children out of the muddy muddy. children of the lord.
