General Stanley McChrystal is a humble man, self depreciating, does the right thing even if it hurts him, is concerned for the people and not himself (everything he says shows him to be a very controlled and honorable man, even the reporters could not mar him as an individual), has strong convictions and sticks to them...he'll be a very difficult man to live with, but he does great as a General.:D
But what a man! He sleeps four hours a day and eats a single meal a day. look at his face now! and look at him as a young man! i suppose all that lack of sleep does age people really fast! he was very handsome when young (sans the weird hair). he is still ruggedly handsome now. if he had taken another path his face would be less thin, and he would look extremely distinguished...
hmm, i think i don't mind marrying a toned down version of a man like this (but i'll make sure he sleeps and eats properly...only men like these are destined for singlehood, somehow...and i'm sure he probably won't let me make any decisions for him, which is why i said 'toned down' @@) but i really admire him for his discipline, his humility, even his ascetism (a melancholic trait haha, i can actually relate)
what a man! such men usually end up single for life however, precisely due to their ascetism...
what a man! (sorry, i am very impressed)
okay, sans that i also admire nancy pelosi, another of the TIMES person of the year runner ups (i do not really understand what Bernanke did, so i mention more of the other people, despite he being person of the year). she was a mother of 5 children, a stay at home housewife who entered politics at the age of 47. now that's a rock solid lady of steel. life don't end at fifteeehhh
i will need a project to do when i'm 50. retiring is for wimps. i refuse to retire...i will rot and die.
a simple googling of the word architorture led me to a blog called quiet observations from archi-hell, written by a master's student of architecture studying at carnegie-mellon. he writes poetically, movingly. he is as much a master of the written language as he is of space and form. i find his writings inspirational, especially the earlier posts, and my interest for architecture has suddenly been revived again. i remember torturous nights in studio with strange fondness...hunger pangs punctuated those quiet hours with walks in the cold air to nearby fongseng for hot coffee and a prata or two, off-color jokes and random interjections made funny only because we were tired and any excuse to laugh was welcome during those wee hours of the night. and then there is the fun (and loneliness) of being the only person working in studio (because you get to wander around and feel like you've entered the twilight zone...like a dream and yet not a dream).
i will enjoy my final 2.5 years of architorture in archi-hell, and when i graduate i will miss it, but i will never regret these years! how many people get to experience what i experience? it is amazing. how many people get to pursue their interests with such abandon, and insert anything they want into those interests, mixing and matching and making and wondering and feeling! i am glad there will only be a single project this coming semester. :D 3 last semester made it difficult to pursue anything very far.
btw. BUCKLING. CAUSES. DEATH.
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