Rookie mistake. Curves drawn on a floor plan look cool, but rarely translate into beautiful buildings. Here’s an example of curves used judiciously in elevation rather than plan. A little creates a big impact. I have designed many buildings with curvy floorplans and have
We Built Robots. That Battle. Out of Legos
The Story It all started with this. A single motor. My six year old boy, Beck, was rummaging through his cousins’ old Legos and came across this motor. “What’s this, dad?” “Looks like a motor… Hmm…” I grumbled. “I didn’t know Lego made motors. They
Skills for Life (or Twenty Years to Life)
Robyn and I attended a welding class at the local art center – because you never know when you might need to weld some steel. It was between that or a course on CPR. I think we made the right choice.
Sketched and Sketching in Firenze
You can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a street artist in Firenze, Italy. And because of some warp in space-time, both “yes” and “no” mean “si” – and “si” means, “I’ll pay anything you ask, if you would only sketch
Less is more. More calm. More Serenity. Less clutter.
I sometimes daydream about the minimalist spaces I could create if my clients would do without furniture Minimalism is about simplicity, stripping away ornamentation, leaving only the functional. Well, almost. It’s about much more than that. A space may be functional and simple, yet still
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To those of you who have subscribed and read this blog via email (sorry, Mr. President), I regret to inform you that you only receive some of the images (at least I won’t get a call from the Secret Service. Again) and none
Reflections on My Saturday Morning Ride
A typical Saturday morning conversation at the Bjella house goes something like this: “I’m off to play with my racquetball friends, dear.” [muffled sounds from under the covers] I speak loudly in case she’s still asleep, because I am a good
May the Haiku be with You
Last night we took Beck to see Star Wars I, or IV (or was it VII?). It was the latest one, anyway, where they blow up the big planet-destroying, star of death. I think it was titled, “New Hope for
Just Another Walk in the Desert…
Flipping through these old sketches reminded me of a night hike through the desert of Arizona (not to be confused with my once daily hikes through the desserts of Arizona. Those were more like pilgrimages, frankly). Walking along a gravel road with a few friends
Bathtub Surprise – Slow, but VERY Scary
Pinewood Derby 2016 As is our tradition, Team Bjella lost again, yet won again. Who would have thought it was possible to be less aerodynamic than last year’s car (for love of Pete, it was a crate! Literally, a crate.)?