These past few days, I leave work past most people’s bedtime. Oddly enough, I’ve found the best form of relaxation in the combined neuroses of the entire Crane family from Frasier re-runs I watch online. That show is still one of the best, really, even years after its finale.
And as coincidence would have it, I spent last Saturday evening in a somewhat Frasier Crane- esque circumstance. My friend Mark invited a few of us from the old office to his dapper- looking flat in the East, for dinner and drinks. I was supposed to leave after a short while but ended up at his place until 2:00AM, immersed in a seemingly endless conversation with Gen and the host. It was as if sentences were never- ending, only constantly evolving… as any single thought is inclined to.
We talked about much, mostly hinging on the profundity that Architecture can sometimes be. We people do it. Why we do it. And many other so forths.
Pseudo intellectual talk, if you will. I haven’t had to hash out this much ideas- literally- on a table, since my long lost existential breakdowns in college! We all need mental exercise by way of hearty conversations, I guess. If time would only permit it, I wouldn’t mind going to parties for this sort of thing.
Tomorrow’s another mad working day, I suppose. So here’s “…wishing us all good mental health!”Designer furniture strategically strewn about, jazz music inside the kitchen, and two bottles of red wine. Frasier Crane on a Saturday, so it would seem.
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