Wednesday, February 11, 2009


furthermore from sam potts. i read this and smiled the whole way through.

I love that there can be an art to nearly everything. I love that Frank Lloyd Wright was shameless. I love that geometry is ancient. I love that the littlest things can make biggest differences, like cufflinks and a pinch of salt and sometimes, five minutes. I love the lowercase ‘g’ of Electra and the ‘3’ of Walbaum. I love that some things are inexplicable, in fact more things than you’d expect. I love that driving a car feels like a natural ability. I love that no expertise is needed to appreciate a well-made thing. I love that you can pretty much always assume there is a better way. I love that anything can seem new. I love that a computer is referred to as a machine. I love that music doesn’t have to mean anything to be beautiful. This. I love that there are theories about handwriting, the composition of matter, and horse racing. I love the lightbulb joke about how many boring people. I love the moment at dusk when the F train comes out of the tunnel after Carroll St. and fills with golden sunset light and feels like a cathedral. I love the slow motion replay. I love that Japanese architects deliberately inserted mistakes in their designs to appease the gods, who believe only they are perfect. I love that the heart is a muscle. I love the economy of punctuation. I love the Radiator Building, the Queensboro Bridge, and the Sau Voi Corp. on Lafayette St. That perfect swing. I love that anything is interesting if you look at it closely enough. I love the smell of hamburgers that comes in through the window every day, every day, and that’s coming in through the window right now.

i hope you're smiling now too.

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