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Final chance to RSVP Masterclass this Week!

As part of the Student Architecture Festival 2015; the following Masterclasses and Walking Tours will be offered; with varying activities available for students and professionals, as well as members from other artistic disciplines. 434 more words


Pittsburgh 1972 News Clippings Part 1

Here’s a few articles from my personal collection…These ones are just a few from two binders a family friend gave me about two or three years ago, one containing articles from 1980/1981 regarding John Lennon’s assasination and its trial, the other containing Alice Cooper and Rolling Stones tour books, tickets, news clippings, ads, and even a few magazines. 105 more words


SAF Masterclass #3: Exile on Main Street

BOOM Architects, Julia King and Jhonno Bennett.

Saturday 26th September, 9:00 – 13:00

Fee: Students: R60; Professionals: R120

SAIA Accredited CPD Points Available: 0.4 Level 1… 718 more words


The infinity mirror

There are many clocks in my mom’s 500-year-old house but none of them agree on the time, they’re all about 10 minutes off and it’s unclear which one is right — so instead we go by the town church bell, and now I know the logic behind its toll every 15 minutes since the beginning of time, since before people had watches or alarm clocks and needed the church to get them up every day. 628 more words


Not From Brighton

For those of you who know me, this blog is for you, so you can find out whether I’m alive, dead, homeless, etc.

For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Rebecca. 148 more words

Concert review: The Rolling Stones

Ohio Stadium, Columbus, OH – May 30, 2015

The self-coined appellation is an inherently tricky business. Nicknames are one thing – a fun trifle, maybe, or a calculated way to push a promising career – but capital letter Designations, as if the artist’s name alone is insufficient to possibly contain his, her, or their grandeur, imminence, or supremacy, are quite another. 2,503 more words


Turd on the Run

“Tryin’ to stop the waves behind your eyeballs,
Drop your reds, drop your greens and blues.”

There have been countless times that I’ve gotten into the car, and just sat there. 1,237 more words