Sorry it took so long to say that this blog is over. While saying it was a tautology, of course: it was already finished since July. I even saw it coming since well before the lack of freshness and frequency of many of his last post.
myself when I realized that the blog was running I thought to look for a figure or a significant date for full closure. Close to reaching a hundred other deliveries or at least fifty more was an option, but more excited that I did was to coincide with the late architectural studies of my daughter Teresa. If the Manual Criticism of Architecture I started right on the day she started the race, could be nice to this other work (the blog) is close to its actual completion. In one of the last post I commented that after one year of professional experience while making the Final Draft, Teresa had decided to park the architecture and get to study medicine. His laudable determination to which I hope have contributed in no small all my writings.
Although I still think (with and as Alexander) that "a person is so shaped by its environment that its state of harmony depends entirely on his harmony with the environment" (Mode, p. 96), I've stopped thinking that we can modify, improve, or affect the environment from our profession and the most we can do is to adapt personally to the target environments we will bring. Ie, that the environment is no longer a rational decision framework has become a legendary stage and uncontrollable. And for this task of adaptation, the consolations of medical insurance are much more useful than posturing and irrational superb architecture architects teachers have taught at the school.
could write to anyone other than my daughter Teresa because I wanted issues and missing, but as I was writing was not aware that the works we do come alive in this life and the works there are also a beginning and an end . With the break of the summer of 2008 and the distance I could see what has been done, I've noticed that the blog (not me) was finished. That the format did not allow for more.
continue to write, of course, but in other formats. Go back to the books? No, you know I do not like anything. "In journalism? Not to mention, in that pen I do not go unless I get vaccinated euros (to have bodyguards or to flee, of course). Correspondence with friends is, once again, the most attractive of temptations but as is always open and known pathway may think of other things: dating notebooks, notepads, chains of thoughts, core readings, etc.. Online or on paper, by subject and intention. The key issue in the choice of means is to avoid too public internet makes private life as a vice so prevalent at this time to empty our own inner lives to turn into a spectacle (and free up). LHD
rubble and open to stay here until reading blogger allows it (of course I have a digital copy and print in case google disappeared). Rubble is left with 100 entries and the index on the last, and the LHD, with the 295 entries whose indices are in the next column: the first 100, the next 50, and 145 of the New LHD "I just upgrade today to the last entry.
on the other two children of LHD (Anguciana and amount) I think they will have different dynamics. Anguciana is likely to advance in temporary campaigns, while Montes advance so infrequently as their own excursions or souvenirs. Whoever
comment on what is written here and left, you can do in the same post (to be forwarded to my mail) or as I prefer, for that of avoid where possible the horrible and ghostly anonymous email directly with the author: juandiezdelcorral@gmail.com .
(As an illustration of another finishing both have spoken here, the architecture, a farewell get photos of a couple of buildings (one already finished and the other still under construction) I just discovered in Vera ( AlmerÃa). As I said a woman of the people are the work of an architect who studied in Barcelona).
Farewell.
