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Nocturne in Black and Gold: Falling Rocket

ajax placement center
"A bored materialist can’t understand that a house has to become a home. It happens, not through perfection but by participation."
reading apartamento, totally unrelated to the ajax building which used to be on campus, on hemphill. now it's a courtyard. before it was a placement center it was lester maddox's cafeteria style restaurant, pickrick.

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just tell me everything you can remember.
aero zeppelin

smash is the worst show

last night we watched the skin i live in.
i wanted to crawl out of my skin, forsake it, forget it.
stayed still through the credits, sort of pressed, weight of being made of a material soft and permeable. my housemate said her dream/nightmare last night was a blend of this movie and sucker punch. where in plastic surgery was paid for by forced prostitution.

"just act like i'm not here," he says, while i stand over your shoulder and read every word you type aloud and in monotone. "your apostrophe key gets stuck sometimes. it's a pain in the ass. it makes me want to avoid contractions."

you read like the star of a hooked on phonics.

"hipster filters." hip bone knee bone ankle bone cankle bone toe bone piggy bone cried weee weee weeeee "whitney houston is dead!"

how did her voice blow into the room so far in front of her?

like by a meter and a half. that distance. it is an uncanny coincidence that i would say that distance.

there was one box of theraflu at cvs. rations. something. glob.

riddle me this: do we belong to it? or does it belong to us? then if it's it, who decides what is right? and if it's us, who decides what to write?

To report graffiti in Atlanta, call 404-546-4288.

In his 38 years at the steel mill, Dunn broke his back, caught a burning steel rod through his cheek and lost part of a finger. He stares straight ahead now with sharp brown eyes, but he can't move his neck. If it weren't for the loving attention of his 88-year-old wife, Verneeta, God only knows where he'd be. As it is, he and Verneeta still live in Home Park, just a few blocks from the mill, which is closing next month to make room for a massive real-estate development.

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At the site of the old Atlantic Steel Mill, just west of I-75 AND I-85 merge, Jacoby Development has planned a $2 billion project for an intown, mixed use community. The 138 acres will become a highly dense blend of residential, commercial and retail spaces, offering everything from a neighborhood store to a neighborhood nightclub, all within walking distance. This caters to the desire not to be far from the city and is an opportunity of focusing growth in areas that already have infrastructure," says Larry Frank, an architecture professor at Georgia Tech who aids in planning for Jacoby. In addition to pedestrian walkways and bicycle lanes. Jacoby plans to offer a bridge over I-75/ I-85 that will connect the area to the northern portion of midtown with direct MARTA shuttles and service to the arts Center Station.

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Er. yeah. Yeah. Graffiti Park. I think there was some old train thing there. Yeah, all my friends who were taggers would go there. Huge tagging place. A junkyard graffiti park. I'm talkin early 90s.

Some December night, as I was tucking into bed, I sleepily wondered what product to choose for a mechanical engineering assignment to render shop drawings and chart production analysis of a given design. The point being, not mere torture, but that in order to design for production one must be able to describe in painstaking detail, along a set of established guidelines, how something is made. Our parameters were to select an object consisting of at least 5 assmebled parts, two of which must be a type of plastic and two of any kind of metal. For time and simplicity's sake, my ideal was something that had the fewest parts required. Aviators were resting on top of my dresser. I dozed off thinking..."aviators, those have like 5 partszzzz zzzz that'll be easzzzy zzz zzzzzzz." yeah, 5, or 26. As I took apart the drawing into the exploded view you see above, there were streaming wtfs to accompany the discovery of all the tiny pieces I'd neglected to observe at the outset.

"Aviators" were created and patented in 1937 by medical supply company Bausch & Lomb, parent to manufacturer Ray-Ban, for an air force lieutenant recently returned from a balloon trip with sun damage to his eyes. B&L, founded in the 1850s, had been receiving army commissions for objects such as binoculars, microscopes, and projectors since the turn of the century via Teddy Roosevelt's presidential campaign to increase the naval fleet's command. Although aviators were immeadiately adopted for use across the air force, thus the popular name, they really went from balloon rides to bad-ass when General MacArthur rolled up 20,000 deep onto the shores of the Phillipines in October of 1944...within a year he was in Tokyo accepting Japan's surrender. It was the shades.

For the remainder of this term we'll spend studio time working on projects related to interactive design. Two projects will address lifestyle support for elderly and two projects will be intergrated with museum education/entertainment. It's been noted that Christa and I are so fittingly assigned - made apparent by our respective illustrative and sculptural elaborations.