Monthly Archive for August, 2007

Arch school admissions: they better know who you are

I’ve only been in class two days, but here’s the dig on YSOA admissions:

  1. Your school matters. The first thing every prof and adviser wants to know is where you went to school. Moreover, it matters whether the people admitting you know faculty at your school, and thus whether faculty at your school actually like you. (For example, Eisenman’s an Ohio State alumnus; every year his friends there call him and tell him who their top students are.)
  2. Whether or not other schools have accepted you matters. They talk. They all know who’s going where. Yale (aka Dean Stern) is in a dead heat with Princeton and Harvard… especially Harvard, it’s like a more happy Cold War. They could give less of a crap about Columbia, which is why I didn’t get more monies when I appealed to fin-aid with “but Columbia gave me $cash!”
  3. 3. Your family couldn’t hurt. Some of the faculty know a surprising amount about who comes from what family, as was made abundantly clear in class today.

So, undergrads, be memorable.

The sort of thing I say upon inebriation, or, big time hottie, or, somebody’s got to be first

You know, it’s the quirky girls who say weird things that are really the most attractive, and yet everyone wants so to be absolutely normal. So it’s like a game, like I end up testing the reception by saying/doing things weirder than I normally do.

I’m actually not entirely sure what I’m trying to say here…the good ones are always taken—like 2-3 years taken. Life.

School starts

(warning: written under the influence)

Yesterday we toured New Haven by dual bus, New Haven the thoroughly American city, scars and beauty marks and all. Afterwards we had a sunset welcome party at Professor Bloom’s Guilford estate—big band, roaming bigwigs, oysters and all. (I count six mosquito bites.)

Now today, today was a somewhat Harry Potter-ish affair: the official welcome and sorting into studios. I roused at 9:25 and got to room 130 by 9:35, dashed off my registration sheet and took a late seek to the intro lecture. For expediency, Dean Stern’s half Dumbledore and half Fraiser’s dad, Assistant Dean Krumwiede is a sunnier Snape, and Associate Dean Jacobson is Prof. Flitwick. Dean Stern was clearly born to be Dean of YSOA.

After that I snuck into the 3rd year Advanced Studio Lottery, where famed professors presented and 3rd years ranked where they wanted to go. Each visiting prof gave a little (or not so little) spiel, so the affair was a bit like 10 mini-lectures at once. And yes, star-studded: Tod Williams and Billie Tsien are taking their studio to India; Peter Eisenman and Leon Krier are going to Rome; the principals of London’s FAT are going to, ah, London; Jonathan Prince-Ramus (ex-OMA, now REX) is off to Istanbul; Massimo Scolari is set on Egypt. And of course, Yale foots the travel bill. (Or rather, we pay Yale to foot the bill… mere details.)

A quick pizza break and it was time for my first year studio assignment. Prof. Gage is heading up Arch 501a together with six other lecturers, for an average studio size of eight(!). He’s taking over the intro course from Prof. Easterling, thus a brand new curriculum under a Prof notorious for his overwhelming work fetish. We’ve got three projects in twelve weeks—three projects which could each be twelve week projects in their own right: a delivery center/dealership for Mercedes-Benz Smart cars, a prototype for the suburban expansion of W Hotels, and a new center for the TriBeCa Film Festival, respectively in Brooklyn, New Haven, and TriBeCa (NYC) and all in close collaboration with our respective clients. This Saturday we’ll drop by the Richard Serra exhibit at MoMA and then head out to our site at the base of the Williamsburg Bridge (Williamsburg-side). So it begins.

Around five I left studio and loitered around the entrance; I ended up with a bunch of summer students at an Indian restaurant housed in a mid-30s diner. (Surprisingly scrumptious.) I’m becoming more sober so medium story short, the entire school marched in the Art Gallery’s ingeniously hidden auditorium for a lecture by FAT collaborator Urban Splash, largely regarding how awesomely successful Urban Splash was/is. Then we marched back to the architecture building for a ridiculously well-stocked alcoholic reception, featuring the aforementioned lemon and olive martinis*, cheap chardonnay (passable), mineral water, and other things I was far too inattentive to remember. While chatting up first and second-years I learned that tonight’s heavily liquored and appetizer’d reception was but a mere warm-up to ridiculous networking-tastic receptions later in the year.

And with that, I went home. Along the way back I saw a white dresser (missing one drawer) on the curb and slowly, painfully carried back to my apartment—just one of the many benefits of being modestly inebriated. A fine end to a long day.

*Although disgusting, Dean Stern likes ‘em, thus their reliable appearance at our receptions.

Photos: Yale Sterling Library Carvings

I’ve uploaded photos of the carvings on Yale’s Sterling Memorial Library to Flickr. I’m disappointed that I couldn’t think of any amusing, snarky comments to describe them.

Oh Obama, or, don’t fight today’s enemies with yesterday’s government

On August 1st, Barack Obama stated “I will not hesitate to use military force to take out terrorists who pose a direct threat to America.” He added “As President, I would deploy at least two additional brigades to Afghanistan to re-enforce our counter-terrorism operations.” (source)

I’m not buying that. He don’t seem to really understand who wants to vote for him and why: war-weary people who want a fresh face and no bullshit, who want desperately to trust and believe again in American government. I’m not troubled by the media’s accusations that he lacks experience, because—to paraphrase Barack—experience doesn’t necessarily mean good judgment. “We try to remind people, nobody had a longer résumé than Dick Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld, and that hasn’t worked out so well.” (source) I’m troubled because, at least here, Barack has judged so poorly.

The first step must be getting off the wrong battlefield in Iraq, and taking the fight to the terrorists in Afghanistan and Pakistan. (&hellip) If we have actionable intelligence about high-value terrorist targets and President Musharraf won’t act, we will. (BBC)

No! Hell no! Say it with me: you can’t “fight” terrorists with a conventional military! This isn’t World War II. You can’t fight terrorists by invading countries; you can’t bomb, blast, or blow-up a completely liquid, ideologically-based enemy. That just makes them stronger while completely pissing off whatever country they happen to be in. Attack the terrorists and the terrorists win.

We’re looking at a fundamental paradigm shift in how our enemies attack and how they’re to be fought. In the short term, we must address our methods of engagement: America now is like Britain in the Revolutionary War, lining up in bright red suits and firing in orderly succession, all the meanwhile being massacred by colonial rebels hiding in the brush and sharpshooting from behind trees. Our tactics are outdated, geared for assaulting proper armies with proper bases and proper governments behind them. We need to understand that, as far as fighting terrorism is concerned, force is obsolete: fighting terrorism involves small elite squads backed up by incredible support teams and impeccable, exhaustive military intelligence. In short, the near opposite of today’s immense, lumbering, largely useless military-industrial complex.

In the long term, we need to understand that the 21st century isn’t the 20th century: foreign and military policy needs to be more nuanced, more sensitive, and more holistic. The only way to really, truly stop terrorism to any degree is to understand why people become terrorists and why they hate America and the West so very damn much. We need to admit that yes, they have several excellent reasons to be extremely pissed and we need address those. The time for doing as we please is over, because they now know how to fight back.

And it’s clear that this is exactly what Barack doesn’t completely realize, let alone something as simple as we don’t want another Iraq, ever. Yes, there are those in America who think guns-blazing dick-wagging military might is still the answer, but they aren’t Barack’s supporters and they never will be; meanwhile, he’s losing those who believed he would think twice (or at least once) before rolling out the military machine.

On the upside, I still largely believe Barack’s a smart guy with great potential, someone caught playing a political game he’s obviously not the best at. His conditions for giving Pakistan more aid and, ah, not invading are that Pakistan acts to close terrorist training camps, evict foreign fighters, and prevent the Taliban from using Pakistan as a staging area. That suggests that’s only reaching for the “blow up now” button on the second or third round instead of the first, and that perhaps he was going in the right direction before violently pulling the policy wagon back around.

But those of us who are pro-Barack, we need to realize that we like Barack largely because he’s so damn likeable, and that we’re largely betting based more on his personality than his actions and words. Personality worked for JFK, but do we really want it to work for Barack?

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