Four years ago I thought I'd start a blog. Why? Hadn't a clue, just seemed a nice thing to do. It would be a bit like an online diary. My patience often flags and I was convinced this would die its own little death and end up like one of those abandoned satellites that whiz around the earth only in an ethereal void.
It didn't die. Nor did I lose interest. In fact I can't imagine living without my blog. It's become my alter ego: if I'm the me then it's the not-me. We can't occupy the same space but we are close. We aren't terribly sure what the blog is. I suppose it has more work-related posts than personal ones but they are important to me. So I and not-I are going to continue blogging for as long as we can. The first four years are just a warm-up!
The last few days have been a reflection of the mixed state of this blog. I am furiously trying to finish a paper on lawyer-client relations, which is almost there. Unfortunately a few weeks ago I went to a seminar on professions and encountered a book, Architecture Depends, by Jeremy Till. I have been reading it this weekend and now I have to radically revise my paper because what Till says about architects also applies to law. I have to incorporate some of what he says, especially his use of contingency in architecture. I have been galvanized by what I've read in this book. And I recommend to anyone who is interested in professions. READ IT.
Damn, bloody Till! Why did he have to do that? Didn't he realize he I was almost at the end of the bloody article? How inconsiderate can one be? If the book had come three days later, it would have been too late. But no. The bloody thing comes just as I'm thinking, "This is it, you're almost finished, John."
Of course if that was all, I wouldn't mind too much. No, of course there's more. Till, it turns out, is dean of architecture at my university. OK, that's not too bad, but there's more. His house (click here and go to Stock Orchard Street) known as the Straw House was actually one of the very first houses ever portrayed on Grand Designs--see my previous post--and he then taught the architect who designed my Grand Designs house.
It doesn't quite finish there. Till used a fiendishly complex German heating system in his house which my architect was enamoured of and had put in his house. Which of course meant the bloody thing went in mine too. Problem was the stupid plumber didn't know what to do. We had to contact Till's plumber who it seems was the only person in the country (all right, London, but that is the country) who knew how to install these systems. According to him we could have heated the entire bloody neighbourhood with what we had. Looking sideways at my architect, I was wondering where the bloody money was going....
I feel as though I have lived with Till for a while but now I've got to read him as well as live with him. It's too much, I tell you.
But do read his book. It's terrific.