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Relay Race

Seth and I just wrapped up a wildly fast café for the co-working space Galvanize. Instead of a traditional lobby/waiting room setup, Galvanize brought us in to design a full-service public coffee shop. And we only had a few months to pull it off.

I really liked the idea, but knew that the schedule would be our biggest challenge. The café is designed to be super-efficient while providing a little something special to the well-kept industrial building. When you look around, you’ll see a lot of existing exposed metal hardware, some dating back to when it was a bustling grocery warehouse, some that was recently added by the architecture firm that used to be there, but all pretty cool-looking. That combination of hardware provided an aesthetic point we happily chose to follow. So we decided to make a big deal out of the metal hardware we were adding to the space, and got the chance to work closely with the local fabricator, Sol Design Lab.

I took part in a similar exercise during the build-out for Sightglass on 20th. In a way, we created a product line of metal hardware – each piece subtly refers to the others, but has its own function and can totally hold its own. The dramatic pendant light fixtures talk to the quieter sconce fixtures, which relate to (and can be incorporated into) the shelf brackets, and that motif can even be traced down to the hooks that display the sleeve of the record on deck. It was an inspiring process, and when it came time to design the focus for the Galvanize Café, Seth and I took our eyes off of the finish line and put our eyes behind some welding masks in our shop.

I wanted to start imagining the smallest component, and let it grow and adapt to accommodate other applications. I started sketching the bracket that holds the wood bar over the stone counter, and Seth and I both liked one that sort of resembled the letter “Y”. And then we just ran with it. Our schedule made constructability critical. We knew that if it was too hard for us to put it together in a day, it would take too much time for the fabricators to put 40 of these together in a few weeks. Admittedly Seth did most of the dirty work, but I drilled some artfully off-center holes through steel, and stood by to strategize as issues came up. We built one bracket, and I have to say it felt pretty awesome. We brought that to our next site meeting, handed it off to the fabricator, and they took it from there. Recalling the experience of putting one together, I came up with details for similar metal pieces for the rest of the space – table legs, wall shelf brackets and the like. It was exciting to see what the fabricators changed – they bent some angles instead of cutting and welding them, they chose to plug weld to save time, and they were able to turn around an INCREDIBLE amount of work in a very short period. It was a bit of a relay race, and that heavy metal bracket was our baton.

Putting that mock up together allowed me to be on the same level as our fabricator. Their decision-making processes were much clearer; I was working with experts, but I was also collaborating with teammates. Those little brackets hold a story. They’re unique, efficient and special. They talk to the older hardware in the space, but don’t imitate any of them. And, for me, they represent the effectiveness of our teamwork. Which is totally sappy, but also pretty great.

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Craft and Where We Find It

Change requires a perceptive account of the existing. My recent explorations have narrowed with an emphasis on craft and where we find it. In the effort of maintaining an identity forged by the small and intimate, how can we mediate between the old and new? For me, it began with recognizing the timeless processes found in the everyday. Here are a few shots of an Inner Sunset favorite.

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Now, Next, Future

A little over a week ago, Becky, Jason, Stephanie and I took a trip down to sunny Southern California to attend AIACC’s Now Next Future conference in Santa Monica. When anyone asked me what the conference was going to be about, I jokingly replied, “The Future,” waving my hands mystically. All joking aside, this was actually pretty close to the truth. More specifically, the conference focused on current and emergent technology and the ways in which it will affect how designers think, work and practice in the future.

The conference was held in a Pecha Kucha presentation style, so a lot of ground was covered in the two days we were there. The schedule was jam-packed with speakers, including  Ann Hand of Project Frog, Iwamoto Scott, Dr. Tom Albright of the Academy of Neuroscience for Architecture, the head of model production at Morphosis, and a slew of other bright, progressively-minded movers and shakers. The keynote speaker, Skylar Tibbits of MIT, spoke about his research in self-assembling and programmable materials. His TED talk on the subject is fascinating, and definitely worth watching. It was especially inspiring to see the prototypes these designers are making to develop and communicate ideas that fall outside of typical construction methods. Jeff Day of Min|Day gave a rousing talk about craft and process that made me want to head into the BBA workshop and figure out new ways to make things.

The speakers came from a variety of backgrounds: architects, hackers, self-professed geeks, social media experts, BIM technologists, neuroscientists, academics and practitioners. The common thread, however, was the fact that all of these individuals are asking the right questions. The exciting part about all of these new technologies is their potential, and this sort of speculation is necessary to drive the conversation. As Moore’s Law describes, technological advancement is accelerating at an exponential rate. As we hurtle toward harder, better, faster, stronger, designers need to sharpen their psychic skills and take a stab at prognostication to remain relevant. The right questions are critical to way-finding these new territories.

The future is now.

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Make Time That Does Matter

Inspired by Anand’s recent blog about despotically scheduling time to feed your passion (even when free time seems like myth), I decided to try my [touch screen] at calendars.  I quickly found that scheduling events for my nights and weekends was incredibly easy.  My soul felt at peace knowing that my obsessive lists were organized into clean blocks of time.  And if I felt like revising my list, well, then any invitees were instantly updated. “How fun these calendars are,” said the #millenial.

I loved scheduling so much that I started making blocks of time for every mundane (and unnecessary) task I could imagine.  I loved scheduling so much that I couldn’t tell you what I was doing tomorrow without looking at my calendar… And in a moment, I realized that I had become that person – fanatically wrangling 30 minute appointments for the sake of ownership alone, even though my hoarded minutes were completely and utterly empty.  No meat.  I had missed the point entirely. In my delirious attempts to organize my many projects and my personal life, I had expended my energies making time that lacked any substance.  I needed instead to “Make Time That Does Matter.”

Recalling how Stephen Mather (the first director of the National Park Service) had frequently overcome depression by escaping into the wilderness of America’s early parks — and knowing my own deep love of adventure — I resolved that the best way I could make time would be to leave it behind in civilization.

So in early August, I put my new calendar skills to work scheduling a multitude of getaways.  My plan, which only looked slightly maniacal from the outset, would be to escape to a different wilderness every weekend for the next 10 weekends.  My journeys were plotted at random; i.e. any National Park Service managed land within 300 miles (and then some). In the end I would find myself navigating slimy tufa at Mono Lake, wiping waterfall mist from my face in Yosemite National Park, surveying miles of fog in the peaks of Pinnacles National Park, gasping for breath at 12,183 feet in Rocky Mountain National Park, marveling at some of the tallest trees in the world  in Muir Woods National Monument, staring at purple anemone colonies along the California Coastal National Monument, horseback riding with my coworkers in the Emigrant Wilderness, and choking on sulfuric steam at Lassen Volcanic National Park.

Just three weeks into my grand scheme I felt worn out, exhausted… and panicked (how many more campsites do I have reserved?), but I noticed that I was generally less edgy.  After five weeks, I was dragging myself out of bed because I was so immensely tired, but I started to realize that creative ideas were coming easier and more efficiently at work.  Seven weeks in I had to go to the doctor for a host of maladies, and yet I found myself singing to myself out loud on my walks home, dreaming up new dreams and goals.  And today, fresh off a 20 mile round-trip hike to a volcano and back, I have never been so exhausted in my entire life.  And I have never felt so completely and utterly satisfied.

I learned a lesson, and I can’t even explain it to you.  I’m better with visuals, so I’ll just let John Muir do the talking:

“I only went out for a walk, and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.”

– John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir. 1938.

 

Special thanks to Bobby for going along with “the plan,” to my friend Sara for dealing with my altitude sickness, to BBA for being incredibly supportive, to Anand for the motivation, and to Ken Burns for the PBS documentary The National Parks:  America’s Best Idea.  Watch it… if you can make the time…

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Sleep Away Camp

Sleep away camp, for me, conjures thoughts of forced physical activity, serial killers lurking in the woods, and writing letters to your parents begging them to send you better snacks. So I was excited but a little apprehensive when Anand told us our summer retreat was going to verge on the summer camp experience at Pinecrest Lake, a peaceful spot in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. As the new kid at BBA, was I going to be the killer-in-the-shadows bait?

Our first night at Pinecrest kicked off the weekend with cocktails and a playlist of 90’s rap and R&B; trust falls are so passé – nothing says team-building like a sing-a-long to “I Believe I Can Fly.” Saturday started with a big breakfast (sans bug juice) to fortify for the jam-packed day ahead. First up was our group horseback ride, and we hit the extremely literal dusty trail with our horses – Bullwinkle, Joyce, Bob, Cash, Mork. Our ride took us by some incredible vistas and through a ski area. I was nervous about the ambitions of our trail guides when glimpsing a double black diamond sign as we began our descent back to camp.

Next up was our pleasure cruise. Two party boats, dubbed “Booze Cruise” and “Snooze Cruise” (take your pick) set out on the gorgeous lake, where we suntanned, grilled, jumped off the boat, jumped off rocks, jumped into floaties… basically jumped off anything that was sturdy enough to launch from.

Saturday evening was capped with a dinner at the Steam Donkey Restaurant. We chatted away about upcoming projects, the balance of creativity and critique, our favorite wines… and presented Seth and Bonnie with a surprise, funny books full of silly candid shots that we had been hoarding for an appropriately embarrassing occasion. We continued the party late into the night, playing boisterous rounds of Heads Up and Salad Bowl.

Sunday came all too soon, and after a huge stack of pancakes, we made one last nature stop in the Stanislaus National Forest, for a great view of the Echo Lake Reservoir. I sat on the edge of the cliff, watching the shadows of drifting clouds move across the surface, thinking about how much fun I had with my colleagues, getting to know everyone better and blowing off steam… only to be interrupted with a jolt by the painful sting of a wasp. Time to get back to reality!

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Taking Time Out to Make Things

After being in our office for over a year now, we have finally outfitted our shop.  We’ve undertaken our first building project:  a laminated wood table for our office kitchen (reclaimed wood courtesy of this office and other jobs).  All designers love to make things, of course, but are often a bit sad / jealous to let someone else have all the fun in actually building our projects; we are contractors at heart I suppose. Yes, we do fun “architect” stuff like making beautiful images and solving difficult but rewarding three-dimensional problems, but like any modern day desk person, we also do our fair share of emailing, phone calling, chart making, and calendaring, etc.  Happy clients and contractors (and dare I say building officials?) are a wonderful product of these efforts.  But sometimes you need a tangible pat-yourself-on-the-back object that you can admire and say, “We made this!  With our own two hands!  And look how awesome it is!” The sore sanding muscles, gluey fingers, blisters, and greasy pizza refuels are not just things to be worked through or dealt with, they are part of the enjoyment of making real physical things. We aren’t yet at back-pattable status, but that’s just because (we hope) we aren’t done yet.  This table is on its way.  Stay tuned.

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Architecture and the City Festival

Upcoming Architecture and the City Festival Behind the Scenes Tour of Trou Normand
Date:  Sept 10, 2014, 3:00pm – 5:00pm

 

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Architecture and the City Festival

Upcoming Architecture and the City Festival Behind the Scenes Tour of Sightglass on 20th
Date:  Sept 7, 2014, 2:00pm – 4:00pm

 

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It Never Ends

My project will never be over. There will be no big single unveiling of successful completion, nor an admission of defeat. There will only be the occasional thrill of incremental progress mixed with a general lack of progress. At least that is how it seems. I have been remodeling my home for as long as I can remember so why should I be able to imagine it any other way?

This is where I live right now – in a semblance of what my home used to be, and a hint of what it promises to be.  My space is covered in cardboard and draped in plastic, but the plumbing and some fixtures work so I am able to convince myself it is livable. This is exactly what I have warned countless clients against – living in your remodel, even for a little while. But the hope of improving things and the reality of not being able to move out have proven unavoidable. And, as it turns out, there are no secret deals for Architects; we exceed budget and go over schedule just like our clients.

It’s not so bad really.  I take my victories where I can get them. I actually enjoy the process. I like making things and seeing things get made. I like learning how things are done. I am comfortable with potential. But I could get used to moving on as well.