You Know You're Sleeping with an Architect When....
Architects are special creatures. They are cut from a cloth that’s all their own, and lumping them in with businessmen, doctors, or lawyers is to miss the nuances that make architects so fascinating.
In all things, they balance art and science, instinct and creativity. They tend to be highly articulate and attend to fine details, and bring deliberate thought to all of their decisions, and those are delightful quirks.
Here are a few more snippets from Matthew Walsh, and how you’ll know when you’re sleeping with an architect:
1. They state their opinions as fact. It comes from years of defending their reasoning and advocating their designs with loads of research, and they need someone who can argue right back.
“”The load on this structure”—I pointed to the roof—”is causing extensive stresses and deformations on the internal supports. The walls, the pillars. And I’d bet anything the foundation has deteriorated beyond repair. A strong gust and this place is coming down. I want you fifty feet away, Miss Halsted.” I passed my fingers down the stone column for emphasis, a trail of sand and pebbles trickling to the ground.
“I’m only Miss Halsted inside the classroom. Call me Lauren.” Her smile was serene, yet wholly impatient. “Are you structures.” I wanted to drag her across the street, lock her in the car, and sure?”
“I make a point of knowing safe then…well, those interests weren’t part of a standard consult.”
Check out the rest at http://freshfiction.com/blog/kate-can...Kate Canterbary
In all things, they balance art and science, instinct and creativity. They tend to be highly articulate and attend to fine details, and bring deliberate thought to all of their decisions, and those are delightful quirks.
Here are a few more snippets from Matthew Walsh, and how you’ll know when you’re sleeping with an architect:
1. They state their opinions as fact. It comes from years of defending their reasoning and advocating their designs with loads of research, and they need someone who can argue right back.
“”The load on this structure”—I pointed to the roof—”is causing extensive stresses and deformations on the internal supports. The walls, the pillars. And I’d bet anything the foundation has deteriorated beyond repair. A strong gust and this place is coming down. I want you fifty feet away, Miss Halsted.” I passed my fingers down the stone column for emphasis, a trail of sand and pebbles trickling to the ground.
“I’m only Miss Halsted inside the classroom. Call me Lauren.” Her smile was serene, yet wholly impatient. “Are you structures.” I wanted to drag her across the street, lock her in the car, and sure?”
“I make a point of knowing safe then…well, those interests weren’t part of a standard consult.”
Check out the rest at http://freshfiction.com/blog/kate-can...Kate Canterbary
Published on October 22, 2014 11:19
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