:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 2.08.2003 ::

On February 2nd I had the following revelation: It was not February 1st any longer. Fuck. At this point in time I made the following mental note: Call him today. The mental note was lost in a jumble of crosswords and laundry soap and suddenly it was Friday. So I apologize for not making The Call. The Call will be made within the next 48 hours.

Tonight could be a most important night in the chronicles of my life. Background:

My second year of college, I wrote a research paper on a Landscape Architect Mr. Richard Haag, a designer based in the Pacific Northwest known for his incredible ability to uncover the genius loci of a site. I followed this paper by creating an analytique based on his personality and work. While I did not realize it then, the knowledge that I gained from this project was highly influential in shaping who, what, and where I am today, and am planning on going tomorrow. Suffice to say, Richard Haag is a hero of mine, a mentor and a teacher. If I were a writer, he'd be my Vonnegut; if I were a painter, he'd be my Dali; if I were a singer, he'd be my Dylan.

Tonight I had the opportunity to go to the University of Washington (pronounced: You-Dub) and listen to a panel of Richard Haag, Grant Jones, and Laurie Olin, an astounding trio of designers with awards, recognition, and honor beyond anything I have ever come close to in my life. I listened to their words and found a place I wanted to channel my passion, by creative drive, my motivation, and my life. After the panel discussion there was a time for drinks and socializing. During this time, with much thanks to my boss, I was able to shake hands and speak with each of these men about their impact on my choice of vocation. Moreover, I was able to give Richard Haag an 8.5 x 11 copy of my analytique, which he handed back to me and asked me to sign before thanking me and placing it in his inside jacket pocket. Unfortunately, I do not have Vonnegut's literary skill, for I find myself at a loss to describe what I felt then, and what I feel now.

This night renewed my drive and my passion. I am born again with a goal to achieve. Like da Vinci's concept of perspective, I have a single point of focus. Dramatic - I know - but this is the boost I needed to remind me why I spend my days the way I do. The essence of hope.

"If you can feel what I'm feelin' then it's a musical masterpiece - hear what I'm feelin' well then that's cool, at least..."
:: Freddy F. at 2:30 AM [+] ::