of course i will answer the questionette, whether you like it or not.

What’s your multi? farious Local? the charm city
Where were you born? the good side of DC
Where should you have been born? no other iterations are possible
Which COLLECTIVE contributor are you afraid of? dylan thomas Like? dylan thomas
Dirtiest job? peddling literary smut at your favorite big box bookstore. castrating dead mice.
Define choady font? your handwriting in fifth grade, complete with a full complement of hearts-as-i-dots
What are you wearing? silver nailpolish, gold watch. moccasins.
Reading? Rosalind Franklin: The Dark Lady of DNA; Right Ho, Jeeves
Eating? forty spice hummus and Gala apples. coffee.
Color penchant? mustard, avocado, and other food-related tones that you thought had been left in the seventies. white.
Most failed ideas stem from an unwillingness/inability to examine your assumptions
Software vices would probably not be good for holding things in place
Most likely to play you in ANTM? Heather
Spice Girl of choice? Ginger
Spice? salt
What did the most beautiful space you’ve ever been in smell like? cold, cold water
Sound? pages turning
Feel like to the skin? home
Worst client? like people, proteins vary in sociability and interest
Are you a visionary, shape shifter, haphazard, doer, scavenger, or thief? all or nothing
And either way you look at it, I think it has to be grey

Kate Laws
1216 St. Paul St., Apt #1R
Baltimore, MD 21202
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1. Local? clemson
2. Born? Mineola, New York (Long Island). Should have been born ? Mineola, New York
3. Afraid of? Virginia when she's hungry. Like? Dylan when he's 50.
4. Dirtiest Job? cleaning bricks for re-use
5. Chaudy faunt? honestly don't feel qualified to define that yet.
6. Wearing? old asics/jeans (holes in inner-thigh area)/button-down-borrowed shirt Reading? How the Soldier Repairs the Gramophone/The Ragamuffin Gospel
Eating? Rissoto/entenmens doughnuts/ Temples' food
7. Color penchant? yellow, but more as an idea than a color
8. Most failed idea? Have you met me?
9. Software vice? I cried and pretended to be sick (4th grade) to get out of doing a computer assignment for class...it worked.
10. To play me? the one who never quite finishes anything - but gets close
10a. Spice girl of choice? i have no idea Spice? basil (duh)
11. Smell like? hot asphalt and ocean Sound? windy and sad Feel like to the skin? sweaty and arid
12. Worst client? probably somewhere in...new jersey? (voice intonation going steadily downward, bottoming out on 'new jersey')
13. I am a doubtful visionary.

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What’s your multi? Directional
Local? Star[r] SC. Coming soon > Barcelona
Where were you born? Suburbs of Atlanta
Where should you have been born? At a contra dance.
Which COLLECTIVE contributor are you afraid of? Roz. Poets see more.
Like? Wimmy, because we were meant for each other.
Dirtiest job? dish washer
Define chaudy font? A font used so often it loses all graphic meaning.
What are you wearing? Shorts and a slouchy black sweater.
Reading? Borges
Eating? Cottage cheese with bananas.
Color penchant? Lights blues, greens and teals infused with grey.
Most failed ideas are good ideas with terrible execution.
Software vice? Auto-stitch for everything.
Most likely to play you in ANTM? Some chick they found in a bookstore.
Spice? Cloves.
What did the most beautiful space you’ve ever been in smell like? Campfires.
Sound? Distant drums and fiddles. Laughter.
Feel like to the skin? An embrace.
Worst client? My mother, because she hates the setting sun and refused all west-facing windows.
Are you a visionary, shape shifter, haphazard, doer, scavenger, or thief? Scavenger.
Grey or gray? Gr-e-y for cool tones and gr-a-y for warm tones.

Sarah E Moore
864-314-2975
moore.s.eliza@gmail.com
900 Agnew Rd.
Starr SC 29684

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sarah, please re-post. for some reason your first attempt was shutting down the blog!! please resend your information :) Continue

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CV Questionette

1. What’s your multi?

body architect, portrait artist, triangulator, theoretician of the blatant, fondue guide, traveler

Local?

Greenville, Easley, Clemson.

2. Where were you born? Where should you have been born?

Greenville memorial. I don’t know the second question means.

3. Which COLLECTIVE contributor are you afraid of? Like?

afraid of: Kaitlyn.

4. Dirtiest job?

I worked in a dry cleaner. The dirtiest part was finding things in rich people’s pockets that they are too afraid to take out themselves. One time I found a huge bag of coke. Another I found a dead rat. One time I ate Vietnamese food there, and I didn’t die.

5. Define Chaudy font?

90s gaming system fonts, except I’m secretly in love.

6. What are you wearing? Reading? Eating?

Deep purple cordorroy with grey undertones, channeling Cruella de Vile in a fierce Parisian jacket and gold broach and velour head piece. Reading: Centennial Eating: eggs, duh. EGG

7. Color penchant? How do you spell gr_y?

Designing: yellow, green, grey. Bittersweet meets fuschia in a saturation show-down.

Wearing: yellow, green, grey. Last season’s royal blue.

8. Most failed idea?

Personally: Thesis. Algorithms. Religion. Trying.

9. Software vice?

Microsoft paint, pop-up windows.

10. Most likely to play you in America’s Next Top Model the Movie?

ugh.

Spice & Spice-Girl of choice?

Spice-cilantro.

Spice girl- sporty

11. What did the most beautiful space you’ve ever been in smell like?

Damp sea air, salt and fall.

Sound?

Constant life on a street below

Feel like to the skin?

Sweat-prickling heat, cold smooth concrete on my cheek.

12. Worst client?

Martha Stewart

13. Are you a visionary, poser, scavenger, or a thief?

I resort to thievery when I don’t value the things I need.

Posing during discovery periods.

Visions break intermittently during hibernating/posing phases.

Scavenger always.

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my Multi- immersed

my Local- charlotte, nc for now

my bith place-charlotte, nc

should have been born in the mountains, seattle maybe

i'm afraid of- dylan's mind

i like-everyone, not even lying

dirtiest job-construction

font- all fonts might have there place, but i dont think i will ever use lucida handwriting

wearing-puma sweat suit (duh)

reading-life and death of the great american city

eating-grilled cheese

color penchant- light brown, and a faded blue

failed idea- keeping a journal of european experiences while abroad. didn't happen.

software vice- photoshop/illustrator depending

ANTM- not sure, ya'll can choose

spice- oregano

spice girl- posh

sound- nature, or possibly a wilco concert, complete opposites

feel- cold marble

worst client- someone who wont return your phone calls or emails after you try and contact them

i am a- doer

its Grey

Whit Self

2310 Queens Rd E

Charlotte, NC 28207

704-564-4296

whit.self@gmail.com

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What’s your multi? alternative_Local? CHS_maybe NYC-West coast-AU?
Where were you born? Minneapolis, MN_
Where should you have been born? Ireland_
Which COLLECTIVE contributor are you afraid of? i fear only myselfLike? all... esp those who started n keep this thing straight_
Dirtiest job? cleaning vaca homes_
Define chaudy font? this one_
What are you wearing? marigold skirt, black bunny-spray-painted shirt, lavender robe_
Reading? Breakfast of Champions, Ayurveda: The Science of Self Healing, The Unknown City, _
Eating? Dehydrated eggplant chips previously marinated in olive oil, honey, & cayenne pprs_
Color penchant? royal blue/ Azurite blue/ bright n eye grabbing_
Most failed idea? moving home to try and figure my life out
Software vice? not knowing anything but adobe...._
Most likely to play you in ANTM? the one that crys cus everyone's so mean!
Spice Girl of choice? Scary_
Spice? fenugreek
What did the most beautiful space you’ve ever been in smell like? fall crisp breeze_
Sound? echoing voices_
Feel like to the skin? _cold and smooth, or cold loose sand
Worst client? ones unappreciative of my time_
Are you a visionary, shape shifter, haphazard, doer, scavenger, or thief? Scavenger Shapeshifter visionary_
I spell it grey.



Hali R Knight
halimeda@gmail.com
843-509-5046
1123 Garland Rd
Charleston, SC 29464

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my answers.

_What’s your multi? Tasking
_Local? Los Angeles
_Where were you born? Jamestown, NY
_Where should you have been born? The 40s
_Which COLLECTIVE contributor are you afraid of? Wimmy because he makes a fierce geisha tranny
_Like? Casey because we don’t front
_Dirtiest job? Working at Hollister
_Define chaudy font? Font that is wrong in a bad way
_What are you wearing? Skinny jeans and a vintage baseball T-shirt
_Reading? The September issue of Wallpaper
_Eating? Scandinavian cheese and water crackers
_Color penchant? At the moment…dark brown and cerulean
_Most failed idea? Ideas fail when you don't learn anything from them.
_Software vice? Photoshopoholic
_Most likely to play you in ANTM? No idea. Any thoughts?
_Spice Girl of choice? Posh
_Spice? Crushed red pepper
_What did the most beautiful space you’ve ever been in smell like? Leaves burning at night
_Sound? Wind, sirens
_Feel like to the skin? Gentle, cool
_Worst client? A ballet director that would show up super late to our meetings or not at all.
_Are you a visionary, shape shifter, haphazard, doer, scavenger, or thief? Shapeshifter
_I spell it grey.

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While we're on the topic of food...

For those in the Collective who are abroad, this is a little table I found for kitchen conversions to the metric system, and a pretty rad recipe for Metric Cookies.


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ambitiously, i propose a series

While I always enjoy seeing what everyone in the Collective is up to (and may be somewhat guilty of substituting web-monitoring for actual contact with many of the members), I was especially interested in a line of discourse opened by Hali late last month. What I present to you here is the first in what I hope to be a series of brief essays inspired by your members’ perception of, for lack of a better term, the “conflict” between science and art.

Of course, in the interest of full disclosure, I need to make something completely clear: I am a scientist. I have, like many of you, already made a vocational decision that reflects my ultimate opinion on the subject more than this series ever could. That said, I became a contributor to the Collective because I believe that there is value is maintaining an interdisciplinary dialogue along the art/science continuum. (Where architecture falls along this spectrum is not really for me to say.) I am less interested in drawing conclusions from these writings than in provoking discussion, so if something I say offends your sensibilities (artistic or otherwise), you should let me know why. I’m living in Baltimore these days: I’m fairly resilient.

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The physician must be able to tell the antecedents, know the present, and foretell the future--must mediate these things, and have two special objects in view with regard to disease, namely, to do good or to do no harm.
Hippocrates

A great deal more is known than has been proved.
Richard Feynman

The toughest part of approaching any problem, I think, is to figure out where to start. Taking the advice of Julie Andrews, I have decided to begin at the beginning (but not, as it turns out, to seduce and marry my employer or to make my clothing out of draperies. We can’t all be so lucky.). In response to a fundamental issue that I perceived in the conversation, I’m going to go ahead and call this installation

Science v. Medicine: the qualifying round,

which I hope will serve as a delicate reminder that, not only are the professions of science and medicine disparate, but the people who practice them are motivated by different philosophies and evaluated by different criteria, even when the end is the same.

While the goal of both a scientist and a physician may be the same (to end Terrible Disease X, let’s say), the fundamental approach to those goals is different. (For the sake of simplicity, I’m leaving money out of this. Mo’ money, mo’ problems, longer essay.) To the scientist, we stereotypically attribute a drive related to the thrill of discovery (“Oh! That’s how Terrible Disease X works!”); to the doctor, a humanitarian desire to help people overcome illness (“Did you know that 98% of deaths from Terrible Disease X are actually preventable?”). Medicine is a field based upon the treatment of patients, a treatment that, if all goes well, results in the restoration and maintenance of that individual’s health. Doctors who treat their patients as human petri dishes are, categorically, bad at their jobs. Medicine is not the investigatory element, the component that delves into causation and other complexities; the value of medicine is not judged by whether or not the treatment prescribed is rational, but whether or not it is effective. Thus, it is hardly relevant to the advancement of medicine whether the mechanism of a drug is known or a particular disease-causing agent is isolated so long as the drug works and the disease is effectively combated. Consider aspirin: while its production for public consumption began in 1899, it was nearly seventy years before the precise mechanism of its action was elucidated and then, it was not physicians who did it: it was scientists.

Science, unlike medicine, is not merely a trade: science is a philosophy. This statement may make you sort of uncomfortable, especially if you are accustomed to watching movies, since Hollywood is pathetically preoccupied with the idea of Scientist as Very Severe Mischaracterization of a Utilitarian, whose ends always justify his sinister means. This perception not only does science an injustice, it grossly oversimplifies utility (hrm...do I smell another topic?), so I’m going to go ahead and encourage you to stop thinking of all scientists this way. No, the common philosophy of science is not utility, but an assumption: that all phenomena have natural explanations. This assumption is called, appropriately, naturalism, and you might say that it is one thing (the most fundamental, although not the only) on which all scientists must agree. Without it, the scientific method basically gets thrown away because, well, God could keep interfering with your data set, and no number of experiments could ever appear to be conclusive. One consequence of naturalism is the stunning number of scientists who, when asked, report themselves as atheists. In a 1996 study published in the scientific journal Nature, 93% of the members of the National Academy of Sciences (a group of elite American scientists) surveyed defined themselves as such. A 2001 survey directed by Dr. Ariela Keysar of the City University of New York put that number at about 16.1% for America as a whole*.

Where do physicians fall on this spectrum? According to a survey conducted in 2005 by the University of Chicago, about three quarters of doctors believe in God. You may be tempted to make some sort of “there are no atheists in foxholes” argument; most people would, to the chagrin of atheists everywhere. This, however, ignores the point: the philosophical mandate that is the cornerstone of the scientific method is not one embraced by physicians. As such, physicians don’t feel conflicted about practicing their trade and believing in God. For a research scientist, the conflict in unavoidable.

All right, so science and medicine are different. Still, why Science v. Art rather than Medicine v. Art, besides the fact that the former is the historic framing of the question? Rest assured, this option has been considered, and on the basis of several points, medicine has been ruled out of the debate. First of all, the outcome of a physician’s work is usually evaluated fairly simply; that is, if a patient makes a recovery, he is successful. Both science and art have more subjective ends. Although science has profound breakthroughs, most scientists will never make earth-shattering discoveries and don’t have to; that is, science benefits as much from experiments that don’t work as from experiments that yield new discoveries. Art, I have a feeling, will turn out to feel very similar, with varied criteria coming into evaluation, making a consensus difficult (and maybe even resulting in some relativism). Additionally, strong arguments have been made (that are definitely worth evaluating) for both science and art for their own sake; medicine for the sake of medicine is, by definition, impossible.

Okay, maybe. But what exactly is the “sake” of science? Of art? Do such practices benefit either field? Is one “sake” nobler than the other? Stay tuned, kids. It’s going to be a long ride, and this is only the beginning.

*If you’re interested in the sources that I used, I can provide them for you. I thought it best not to link to academic sources when not everyone reading has access to academic journals online.

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faba: for architects by architects

architecture school (not to mention architecture) is a product, and we're going to sell these babies in tomorrow throughout the studios on some fierce metal racks (photos coming soon) to remind the whole school of that. other shirts feature the cost of one credit hour ($1,117) here. get the picture?

available herotects:
hadid
le corbusier
wright
mies

these versions lovingly spraypainted.

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wimmijimmis = totally marketable
temples... get on that fashion school application

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Elegy

Andrew’s Subtle Post has already shared a mutual pain that the two of us felt today over the fall of Gourmet. I’d like to preface this post by saying: yes, I am aware that it is just a magazine (of a major conglomerate, no less). This is not a cry over the impending death of printed word--which I do. Every night.

But there is nothing trivial about food. Aside from the survival dependency factor, we look to food to teach us about our culture, mannerisms, and distinctions. Gourmet offered commentary on food politics, culture, travel, literature—all of which stretch beyond recipe suggestions. Ever been touched by a writing about peas? Take a look at the plethora of remaining food magazines. If you know how to peel a carrot, you’re likely to be bored with them.

Why intellectualize food, though? I ask myself this a lot, particularly in a foodie-concentrated society where an obsession with truffle oils (stupidly) boosts status. I’ve settled on a conclusion that I’m satisfied with: food is an art, a realization of passion, and a study of human behavior, none of which are trivial. Not when a simple fig off a neighboring tree can inspire you to make a buttery tart. Or when you can sit back contently watching your loved ones devour what you’ve made. All you want to do is to immerse yourself in this world of creativity and vigor and to know what drives others; hence the need for such a publication.

I say all this without even mentioning the impact that Ruth Reichl, editor of Gourmet, has made on our eating habits. Consider that she emerged in the food world before there was such a phrase as “food world,” a time when Campbell’s soup was the height of culinary sophistication. The public was not eating naturally or, quite frankly, very well. Now we have choices! We can have mesclun greens—not just iceberg lettuce. We can have soup that doesn’t originate from a powder. Along with others (James Beard, Craig Claiborne, Alice Waters, etc.) Reichl has spearheaded a campaign for natural and fresh food, not “convenient” packages. Her regular commentary will be missed.

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aquí és la col·laboració!

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WHAT! WHAT! WHAT! IM BLIND!

photo, Brigitte Lancombe

Via the nytimes: Condé Nasty Has chosen to close Gourmet Magazine over Bon Appétit! They're closing the Bible! DESIGN YOUR SAVE RUTH REICHL t-shirts Now!

Also: Slotted Spoon is the word-of-the-day. Just say it. Slo-tt-edah-spa-oooo-nah. Like music. 

UPDATE adding to this apocalypse; No one was informed until it was published in the Times today, they've given staff only two days to leave, and one of the best editors in publishing drinking tea one day, cleaning out her office the next. 

UPDATE UPDATE The lovely Chef Anita Chen will be our guest correspondent for this tragedy. All hysterical emails, reports of the death of your inner-fat-girl, or shortages of butter due to mourning should be sent to her. 

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fourth wall: door scene time lapse

Here is a time lapse video from the film shoot of "Fourth Wall".

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waiting for godot

My first scene design assignment is "Waiting for Godot" by Samuel Beckett. This is one of the most well known absurdist plays and it is a critique on how we spend our lives. Didi and Gogo arrive at the same place every day waiting for a character named Godot, and every day a young boy comes by to say Godot will be coming tomorrow.
I am playing with the idea of time lapse for my design. Their actions are in cycles, so I thought it would be interesting to show the growth and death of a tree. Each image would show what is behind and ahead in the cycle. Perhaps, layering them through multiple screens and using lighting as a key part of the design.

Also, those of you not familiar with the play; the scene in the script is described as "a tree. a country road." I played with other ideas but I feel like you cannot...should not...design this play replacing the tree.

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link on, folks

So I'm too poor [and lazy] to get an official webspace going.... instead I'm using Wordpress. [gloriously free] After exploring different setups and playing with a little hexidecimal color coding, something happens that isn't entirely crappy. [whoo hoo!] There's a lot of space for hosting images and even a happy little widget that lets me link my blog to the Collective. I'll reiterate: free free free free free free ... etc.

It's still waaaaaaaaaay in a scrap phase, since I don't really have images up loaded yet. But the address is http://moorsea.wordpress.com/

I'm thinking of changing the header image too... but at the same time I've always loved the idea of painting rooms. So empty, with all this opportunity. [I took that pic when I painted my apart. back to white] Thoughts?
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my local studio (aka glorified shoe box)

wall art [found]
and because i'm lame and can't get rid of old models: might as well make them useful.
and yes, the books are organized by color.
Mom's old Singer...
retro floor lovin'













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la nova escola - metáfora

a sampler of my space and some of art school so far. MUCH more to come.

l'escola - carrer papin 29

desintegración de lisboa - clase de fotocopias

me espacio propio...que trabajador soy! it's presently a scalding hot mess.

el patio - núcleo de degustación y cotilleo

ordenadores. y ya está.

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d & t massacre

assignment: take away the surfaces in the photo and re-create the social situation. with 5 other people whose skills you don't know and whose skills you can't identify. and two of them don't talk. when they do talk, they don't look at you in the eye (mild social disorders?).
p.s. 30 hrs to get it done, with the only crit 2 hrs after the assignment done over a computer conference system.

when life gives you lemons, ignore them.

my first d & t was a pretty awful experience. you can choose teams, but for some reason i was willing to go pot-luck. and i got some bad potato salad, if you know what i mean....

so naida and i's response was basically to produce on our own, and just make it happen. turns out it's not a huge deal if whatever the end product is can't be built. the result is an "emergent scape" which deforms according to density. the roof is supposed to be some sort of inflatable fabric structure caught between pipes? who knows. i just wanted to show you guys this stuff, though it will never be resloved.


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early poem to be workshopped next week. (click continue to see...)

After sex we talk about the farm, and you’re beside me

breathless on your back. You look like a man catching fire, a

careful graven image on the bed, and isn’t that what we swore,

didn’t we promise past the grave?

Even so, I decide that I have to stop loving you for awhile. I don’t tell you this,

fighting the weight of faithlessness, of undecorated fear. Your blistered hands

graze the small of my back. You’re still telling me about our life,

half whispering three days of rain, of gathering earth.

I am gathering scenes. I see you rolling out to sea while I am in the garden

jealous, keeping the goats away, watching them climb the towers that you built,

kicking up our crooked dust.. I weep for you to forget your

life. I whisper it down each row of beans.

My fear is palpable. One day you will leave, the water will fill with oil, and you

not needing me, will follow other watercourses dark with kindness. I don’t feed you,

or mine for you seeds. I lie with you in the half-light. I have a delicate mouth. I write

poetry. These are ways to kindle, but I cannot

quench. You assure me like a sunrise, burning on the sheets of our bed, but there are no

roots, only rivers and three days of rain. Why do I doubt your love?

Some would die to have a man like you. I would too. What species of murder is this,

thinking twice about happiness, brooding deep ditches after sex?

Under the weight of my insanity I am tilling a red soil without you. I am pallid but brave. I am

vying for a simple kind of grief, misery the color of ivory, a worry I can see, but I am in the red field

without you. Who will protect me now? Who will make my dry mouth water? I search you, I

examine the canyon of your chest, run my finger across your mouth.

You turn and press your damp body against me. I’m not going to tell you how alone I feel. I let you

unzip me. I let you look at me naked in this path of light.

***I need help with a title. Any suggestions? Preferably it would allude to the fact that its an ABC poem, but I don't know how to do that gracefully.

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