If you are traveling up north I might suggest taking San Marcos pass, possibly a side trip to Solvang, along rolling, long curves of whispering long blades of grass, seemingly flowing with your route, steering you to stop for a sip of wine. A convertible is not all necessary, especially if you are trying to listen to the soundtrack of Sideways to coincide with your daydreams of Miles drinking from the spittoon at the winery (careful keep your eyes on the road). There is a particular hill I will not quite deem a mountain, not yet anyway, that forever grows to my attention. Driving to and from home to San Luis Obispo I looked forward to finding it. There isn't anything spectacular to rant about its physical attributes. There are, however, stories that forever grow once I find it, every single time, around a bend of crooked tress it comes to view. I never remember which bend or curve, as if the road changes itself like a PC game intending to make it that much more mentally challenging with every new level. I'm ready for it. I believe I found some sanity in 3rd year, that I was transitioning out of home. I knew SLO was temporary, but was scared and excited for every new bend and curve in my road of life.

imperically emperical

Great conversation tonight, almost as I had relived Socrates arguing with his students Plato and Xenophon while on the steps of the Acropolis. But, if empirical evidence still has a say, it was merely me and my two friends chatting over a cup of coffee: discussing exactly that: what is real evidence. I am telling you this happened, but the only evidence you have that my meeting happened tonight is me writing about it here in my blog. Do I carry enough trust in you, the reader, that I am telling the truth? Do you need to check my ATM card to see that I had purchased a decaf frappaccino? Do you need to take hair samples from the arm chair to prove I was sitting there this evening? Or maybe it is the saliva from my straw? All this which we will decipher through science, is merely just theory, like all science. Science is not "science" for lack of an explanation. We will, like we handle all theories, disprove one science theory after another, call the previous a farce, and the new idea a "break though." However, no one, or nothing, will or can disprove that my two friends and my account of being there tonight. In essence, we are the only three who can provide empirical evidence that we were at Starbucks tonight. After we disappear from earth, it will be just stories about the three wise men chatting over over cooked beans for coffee during one late spring evening in San Diego. Story becomes a myth. Than one day, far into the future, someone will question this myth if the event actually occurred at all. Maybe we should record it in someway, like this blog, and call it, say a bible, but I think that has some copyright issues. Yet this blog tonight is mere an account in writing by me. Maybe what I am actually writing is an account of my two friends Socrates and Plato, who if they won't stop throwing pebbles at me, I'm gonna clobber them with one of my Air Jerusalem's, right here on the steps.

Chaos architecture

I mentioned on a previous blog about drawing parallels between Chaos theory and the common denominator for all design. I believe that it is the driving force why we find ourselves ever searching for a better architecture. My argument is that these changes are part of a normal cycle that may seem we are changing. Are we to define our change to our advancements on technology? In the midst of all these technological advances we are held together by some of the similar basic ideas and morals, as humans ( i don't yet want to enter the religious argument) for the last few thousand years. With that, technology is just another facet in our Spirograph of the change of our existence, the answer to all our design problems: hence the chaos theory. Don't worry, this wasn't meant to make sense.