Architectural Imaginings

               Before Puff the Magic Dragon fell thru the portals of an air pop machine, there dangling from interpretive coalitions of wandering motifs were the beginnings of String Theory, and not necessarily from archaic and posthumous Yo-Yo champions.  Inside many heads were lurking some form of coalescing geometric patterns that would somehow symbolize not only the form of the cultural heritage involved at one's birthright, but the functionality or purpose being implied.
               One would have to bargain into being the freedom of expressed consent as to making an exponential leap forward, like thru the window, down the front steps of the porch, touching nothing but net, forging not just the river bed of creative wonder, but lasting tributaries that would bind the inital choreography of global impressionism.
                You could, one day, watch the topography of a road trip evolve and melt away as each of the micro-cultural symbols of climate, lifestyle, and culinary influences first appeared and then faded into the background, as the architectural nomenclature came increasingly close to being the language that made you languish in another foyer of international post hypnotic suggestion of your choice.
                This then would be a recollection of my first travel date with my wife, now of 25 years, as I professed my desire to take her down to San Francisco to give her an idea of mine, how there is a linear pattern involved in the cultural anthropological nature of Architecture.  I'm not saying Mickey Spillane would have any mind meltdown while he was propped up against a streetlamp on a cold, foggy and misty night, the brim of his hat pointing skyward at a 45' angle, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, trying to figure out whether or not this latest Dame of a client was somehow pulling his chain, but he could have a calm afterthought staring into the distance at some structural image that held some form of warm and coalescing memory from his childhood.  Nowadays one finds a mixture, or fusion, blending history and tradition with not only purpose, but artistic sensibility.  Also involved in the design is a way to blend it into it's surrounding impressions,  along with some form of technology that behooves the natural flow, and also adds the ability to bend the structural integrity of the material involved, without sacrificing the safety or cultural indoctrination of the architect himself.             
               So before you slowly wile away the hours of an ordinary day, and put down one too many cups of coffee or energy boosting drink, just remember to muse on the opportunities around you, not only on the interior design layout and movement of the space you occupy, but take the time either to stare out the window, walk outside your mind and put into motion, with your freedom to think and reflect on how you are so lucky to know these simple concepts and how easy it is to enjoy yourself no matter the momentary situation your in.  These little exercises may someday provide you with the therapy you need, to continue to rise every morning, give credence to your existence and not rely on asking your doctor to provide you with some convoluted profile given to you by some surrealistic commercial, or stop and think over whether or not the tacky, pissy rhetoric you heard sometime in your day made enough sense to linger, instead of being the perky, unorthodox individual you once thought of yourself to be.