Listening for Luck, a Publication Announcement

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After trying out my second writers group then attending Lee Gutkind’s book signing on a recent Thursday night, I couldn’t have guessed what the rest of the night held. A formerly homeless man bums a cigarette from me at the #62 Hardy/Guadalupe bus stop, and we talk about the gorgeous full moon.

“That doesn’t come to ya unless ya got faith and hope,” says the bespectacled man in the baseball cap.

“True,” I say, thinking to myself, Shit, no this guy’s gonna talk about God and homelessness forever.

“You can pray to him. You can talk to him. He’ll answer ya. But what he says is gonna be much bigger than whatever you’re praying for,” he continues.

“Yep, and you have to work to make your prayers come true too.”

“Yep. You know it,” he replies and disembarks at his stop.

I think about his words. Instead of reaching for my book or listening to my headphones, I just let the moment be. Silent yet full.

There isn’t much showing for my job hunt efforts. Nor for my literary efforts. And at least once a week I get down about one or both of those elements of my life. Still, I know something’ll come along. I’ve made it through far worse than this.

Momentarily, it’s my stop. I walk a block to the apartment my friend has been kind enough to share until I get myself rooted in my repatriated life here in Arizona, sing some Melody Gardot lyrics. The smell of fresh laundry greets me as I pass a house. The site of three cats, fat and lollygagging like Puss in Boots in the last Shrek movie, makes me giggle.

My roommate and I briefly discuss our day, talk about the grocery list, and I open my email. A message awaits me:

“I am pleased to inform you that we will publish your piece Battle of Mianzi in the May issue of Eastlit.

We would also love to see any other work you have! We all liked this piece a lot.

Regards and thanks for supporting Eastlit.”

I don’t know who that man on the bus was but this post, an acknowledgement that god does honor faith, hope, and work, is dedicated to him.

It’s good to have faith.

 

My travel essay, “The Battle of Mianzi“, is running now in the May issue of Eastlit. It marks my second piece to be published within a year. My first, “Burqa to the Loo”, an essay about wearing hijab in Mumbai, only to be thought of as a potential terrorist, was published by Recess Magazine last June.

Tell me about your favorite publication announcement.

HS

City of Phoenix Decision Disappoints

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I’m sorry to see the city’s decision yesterday to proceed with plans for a gimmicky architectural landmark that’s earned the nickname The Pin.

I’m even sorrier than it looks not like an attempt to be Los Angeles, which so many locals claim Phoenix wants to be, but that it looks like a grab at something Seattle’s already done. Unfortunately, architectural renderings of The Pin look like a poor man’s version of that city’s Space Needle.

How many city officials are going to realize that impatience led to this decision? RFPs went out in late March to glean arts & entertainment district ideas to be turned in a month later? Sounds to me like the city already knew it was going with The Pin, especially when listening to this board meeting. There one can easily decipher that little to no thought was granted to the other projects. Perhaps they were poor proposals, but I’d venture a thought against that.

Instead it appears from the board’s conversation that many parts of this project demonstrate the city’s rush to reinvent itself. Pushing to have the project completed by Superbowl 2015 won’t lead to a world-renowned landmark. Nor will it truly boost economic development except temporarily. It will create construction jobs. It will give the developer a project. Then it will provide employment for those who work in a bar or restaurant or other similar places slated for inclusion within the Golf T in the Sky. But that does nothing to address the brain drain Phoenix complains about.

It’s ugly. It’s redundant. It’s poorly planned. It’s indicative of impatience. And it does next to nothing to address true, sustainable economic development in Phoenix.

Thinking on this today made me realize something: I must feel something for the Valley area if such a poor decision can make me pity the board and sympathize with the city’s denizens. It leaves me to wonder What would Jane think? Fortunately tonight marks the annual “Jane’s Walk: Phoenix“, where I’ll be able to discuss these matters with other Valley residents in AEC. Hosted by Will Novak, the event explores the history and urban characteristics of Adams Street, which the city is considering Adams Street as a redevelopment zone. Fingers crossed Adams Street doesn’t go follow by way of The Pin.

 

 

An Architecture Jury: Writers Dwellings

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Arriving at the University of Arizona’s CAPLA (College of Architecture, Planning, + Landscape Architecture), more than a dozen students dressed in the proper architects uniform– black shirts, grey trousers, and fashionable shoes– milled around, nervously. Today, an architecture jury would critique their end-of-term project.

The project’s challenge: design a series of dwellings for writers staying from a week to a year at a writers retreat.

The retreat will in fact exist. It’s current incarnation contains a multi-story library and an equally high white canopy punctured by organically shaped apertures. The canopy rests atop poles symmetrical as streets on a grid system. The writers dwellings would be suspended from the canopy.

My architecture friend Matthew asked me to sit on the jury, as I’m a literary writer and an international architecture journalist. My approach was as Sandra Marchetti wrote on the Minerva Rising blog: “Although each writer needs some modicum of tranquility to write and revise, I also need community and guidance to make my poems into fully realized works.”

Other jury members included UofA lecturer, award-winning architect Michael Kothke; and UNLV lecturer, Valley native, and former Will Bruder staffer, Eric Weber.

Justin Wolfe's Project. See the Kahn?

Justin Wolfe’s Project. See the Kahn?

Suspension Problems

Some designs gave author platform a new meaning. They surmounted the problem by designing a catwalk, a sort of roadway system to each other’s dwellings. I rather liked this option, though I had to chuckle that the architects never seemed satisfied. (Industry people satisfy other industry people the least.)

Other students, troubled by the notion of suspended buildings, placed dwelling entrances on their third stories. That meant writers were forced to access the dwellings in a labyrinthine manner: entering the library, ascending to the third story, then walking across to their units.

Writers wouldn’t want to leave the safety of our writing cave to enter the communal hub of the library. Writers need isolation. Occasionally we want to talk to the other writers and our last desire is to be surrounded by a hub. Instead, we should have access to the ground level for moments to walk the campus/enjoy our solitude outdoors, access to each others’ residential units, and access to the library.

Unique Units

The 14 projects we jurors faced demonstrated a range of imagination. And two surprising points.

Visible influences included Corbu, Luis Barragan, Zaha Hadid, and Jeanne Gang. One reminded me of a writers colony on Fogo Island. One of my favorites reminded me of Japanese lanterns, lighted and ready to alight in the night. On another, the  marriage of futurism and organicism encapsulated the spiritual undercurrents of a Herman Hesse novel or Kafka’s anthromorphism.

A third project, done by a Chinese student, also stood out. My fellow jurors judged her work quite differently than I did. Yet having lived, worked, and played for two years in China, interpreting its architecture for local and international magazines,   gave me a different perspective from them. I might not have privileged her project, but nor did I expect her to create aesthetics that suit my Western views when her birthplace favored almost entirely contradictory set of standards.

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My Own Writing Space

The students surprised me on another point. Many of them showed no inclination to design the furniture that decorated the dwellings. Beyond that, they designed the writing spaces with the sterility of an accountant’s desk. Considering there are slews of books and online images of writers spaces, not to mention the litany of posts that float down my Facebook feed, their failure to research one of the most significant elements of the whole challenge, stunned me.

Overall, I want to serve on another architecture jury. This event nearly combined my travel, teaching, literary writing, and architecture work. Architecture and writing are the two loves of my life. That’s why I understand what it’s like for those students to work on projects until sunrise spills its radiance onto them.

 

HS