Saturday, February 24, 2018
Mary
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02/24/2018
After work yesterday evening Angela and I were taking a short walk in our neighborhood. After two blocks we saw an elderly woman, probably in her early 80s, attempting to cross the street perpendicular to our direction. She was having a difficult time stepping off the curb with her walker and instinctively we crossed the street to help her.
Mary (her name written on a strip of paper taped to her walker) was wearing pajama bottoms, a tee shirt, sneakers, and a long but thin sweater. Although it was still sunny, the temperature was in the low to mid 50s and there was a little wind blowing which made it feel cooler. I commented on how lightly she was dressed for such a cold day and she mentioned that she didn’t need to go too far, “just down the block”. Mary walked with some difficulty so we asked if we could walk with her to make sure she arrived safely. She was very thankful and accepted, but when we asked what her address was she said she didn’t remember, only that her house was yellow. What street was it on, I asked. She didn’t remember that either but said that if we walked far enough she’d know it when we got there.
But one more block was the end of the street, and we pointed that out to her. She was a bit confused and was getting agitated. “What street are we on?”, “What city is this?” She asked. My answers only seemed to confound her more. We asked her if there was someone we could call for her, but Mary didn’t remember any phone numbers. Or names. Or how far she’d walked that afternoon. She was weak and tired and thirsty. “Maybe it’s a good time to call the police” she said, but I was already dialing. As I stepped away to talk to the operator I over heard her say “I don’t want to go back to the nursing home” to Angela.
While dispatch put me on hold I knocked on a neighbor’s door and asked permission to have Mary sit on a chair in their porch. Instead they kindly let her in the house, helped her sit on the sofa, and gave her water and a warm blanket while waiting for the police to arrive. I had to leave but the owner of the house told me not to worry, that she’d make sure Mary was in good hands.
If, as Mahatma Ghandi said, “A nation’s greatness is measured by how it treats its weakest members”, then we are pitifully inferior. We don’t provide adequate housing, medical care, and social services the elderly need for their survival let alone for a dignified retirement. We warehouse them in god-awful places where all they do is sit, hoping death comes quickly; or worse, we put them out into the street to fend for themselves.
Meanwhile, the government is itching to privatize (i.e. pillage) what’s left of Social Security, the insurance companies and their cronies in government fight tooth-and-nail to prevent a single-payer healthcare system and destroy what’s left of the Affordable Care Act, the pharmaceutical companies take every opportunity to raise prices as high as the market will bear. In short, a concerted effort to pry the last dime off the hands of the elderly, the sick, the disabled, the poor, the veterans, the mentally ill.
What a shame, on all of us!
Carlos Ovalle
Friday, April 4, 2014
Gentrificación - Chusmatizacion
Luego de leer, en español, un resumen del termino, Angela comento que la inversa había pasado en nuestro vecindario cuando compramos nuestra casa. En ese entonces estábamos rodeados principalmente de gente de raza blanca y de mayores ingresos. Nosotros logramos comprar la casa debido a que había estado abandonada por mas de un año y estaba en condiciones de ruina. De no ser así no hubiésemos podido. Pero, al mudarnos, el vecino mas antagonista y racista le comento a los otros vecinos, "when those Mexicans move in, there goes the neighborhood" (cuando se mudan aquí esos Mexicanos se arruina el vecindario). Entonces, pregunto Angela, ¿cual es el antónimo de gentrificación? Chusmatizacion, conteste yo.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Thoughts on the California drought emergency.
Why are you discussing global warming?." My response follows:
It is disingenuous to address the issue of drought in California without addressing everything that impacts the drought, and without addressing the entire region's drought crisis. Nothing exists in isolation. The drought is not just an issue of lack of water, it's also about politics, money, and climate change.
Certainly, as mentioned before, long-ago deceased political and financial wheeler-dealers were a factor in creating the mess we're in. To my knowledge no one here disagrees with that. However, politicians being what they are, they continue to cater to the whims of the business sector (agribusiness, sprawling home developments), common sense not withstanding. Hence the recent back room deals that allow almond and pistachio farmers (big business really) to have a permanent water supply, whereas vegetable farmers do not. Guess what, money crops win and politician's pockets are lined. Such is the state of affairs in this state, and without hesitation I can tell you that it's the status quo in every state of the union. Here it's water, there it's coal, over there it's oil. It's always something, and the crisis du jour happens to be the drought in the southwest.
Conservation costs money. Once upon a time farming was a mom and pop operation with very little mechanization, thus labor intensive. Profits required larger tracts of land, mechanization, fewer laborers, and a larger planting season. The southwest (and that includes other states than CA) proved the ideal conditions for industrial farming. Industrial farming (or agribusiness) carries a lot of weight financially and politically, hence special deals for this kind of business. But folk snowed in elsewhere in our nation enjoy produce grown in CA, hence our plight is not just CA's plight, it's the plight of the nation as a whole. To believe otherwise is not to be in sync with reality.
What are Californians to say? 'Mea culpa' and thump our chest in repentance for the crimes others in times past? I certainly won't. My family and I have done our utmost to promote responsible development, including water conservation measures that in our area mean essentially that we do not need Mulholland's aqueduct. For now we're essentially isolated because 99% of the folk I speak with immediately accuse me of being everything from a tree-hugging liberal to a Water Nazi. These folk cry about concern of their manicured lawns as a constitutional right akin to the First Amendment. Same thing when I talk to them about prohibiting special water rights to cash crops (almonds, pistachios). Same thing when I tell them farmers are going to have to start paying the real cost of water, which means substantially higher prices at the market because conservation costs money. It's not just politicians who are living from election to election, thus their myopic view of things. It's all of us really, and that includes EVERYONE in the U.S. who enjoys relatively and artificially low priced produce from CA.
Change requires not just exhuming Mulholland and his ilk (Eaton, Lippincott, et al), and of course Theodore Roosevelt, and whipping them back to hell for their sins, but also every politician from the 1890s to this very day. More importantly, it means reeducating everyone so that this sh*t isn't allowed to happen again. Wishful thinking on my part, I know. So what will happen in reality? Some dumb politician of whatever inclination is blamed, his butt is thrown out of office and a new one takes his place. And the cycle starts all over again. Without a quantum leap in understanding that everything is interrelated (politics, money, climate change, globalization) all we will do is jump from one scapegoat to another.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZSdrtEqcHU&feature=player_embedded
Sunday, February 7, 2010
llamarada de tusas - rebuilding Haiti
What worries me most is that there is always a flurry of activity, ideas, money, etc. during a short period of time after a catastrophic event such as with Haiti. The long term consequence of all our well-intentioned albeit short-sighted help is that Haiti will be left with nothing to show except millions of empty plastic water bottles and not much else. Eventually reconstruction will happen, as it always happens in these cases, in anarchist fashion. The debris from the quake will be cleaned up a little, the bricks or concrete blocks trimmed of excess grout and reused with nary a piece of reinforcing steel, the foundation will be the ground trampled under foot, the sewers will be open trenches on the street. History repeats itself. I assure you however, that the national palace and the cathedral will be rebuilt stronger, and likely grander, than before.
All that said, there is a ray of hope with organizations like Architecture for Humanity. Rebuilding Port-au-Price will require a concerted effort that will pay significant attention to a sustainable infrastructure. It's not as glamorous as say, carting a bunch of FEMA trailers and setting them up on blocks as some have suggested in other venues. More importantly, rebuilding will require local participation; we must not, under any circumstances, foster the paternalistic tradition of giving handouts. Public participation is essential at all levels. Not just in regards to the urban planning aspects but also in the creation of cooperatives and micro-enterprises for the actual rebuilding. In the end, it will give Hatians a sense of ownership and the result will be the rebuilding not just of the city, but of the spirit.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
The big green picture
How do we, in the U.S., look at sustainability? I suspect that in many ways we see it as some kind of redemption for our conspicuous consumption. Do we feel much better living in a MacMansion because it is certified by LEED or any other 'green' entity? Of course, but we haven't made the quantum leap away from conspicuous consumption, we've only sugar-coated it. My next task is to investigate, at least at a conceptual level, what impact does it have on the carbon footprint to reduce the size of a home or office by 10% using standard construction practices Vs. a space with the same programmatic requirements but with a LEED rating. What impact does a smaller car with a standard combustion engine Vs. a hybrid SUV? On a grander scale, what impact on the environment does a compact and efficient city have Vs. a series of independent green developments?
Saturday, January 2, 2010
A new year
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Looking forward: Hidden Sources of Income
Friday, October 9, 2009
A firm is born

It's been a little over three months since I was laid off from WMA on June 30, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Santa Cruz, Bolivia
We're home, after a nearly 19 hour trip.
They say a liberal is a liberal until he gets mugged. I guess the problem is that neither Angela and I consider ourselves liberal to begin with so the saying doesn´t apply to us.
During the entire trip we've been staying in less-than-stellar parts of town. Not to say that we've been asking for trouble, I mean, we don't stay in the skanky rooming houses next to the train stations or bus terminals, but we do stay in pretty inexpensive hostels. The problem is that we are overly curious and walk everywhere instead of taking taxis or renting cars because we don't want to miss anything, we want to fill our senses with everything that one can only experience on foot and sometimes I suppose we let our curiosity get the best of us, despite that sixth sense telling us 'don't go there'. Three days ago was one of those days. I knew we shouldn't have gone there ('there' is a hill in the center of Cochabamba with a monument to the woman heroes of the independence movement "Heroinas de la Coronilla") but I didn't say anything. Angela did say that she had a bad feeling but we agreed to keep going. It was all fine until we started to head down the deserted hilltop monument. All of a sudden we were surrounded by three young guys with long butcher knives yelling at us to get down and hand over everything. My first thought was anticipating the feeling of the cold blade entering my stomach, a feeling that the leader of the gang was threatening to make real. That thought quickly faded when I glanced over at Angela, who wouldn't hand over her bag to the second guy even while the third held a knife to her throat.
In the end we lost all our money, credit cards, Angela's ID, my new camera -the first I've owned in over 20 years- assorted other stuff in our pockets, my prescription glasses. The worst was the loss of the best pictures of the trip, including photos of the ancient colonial cities of Sucre and Potosi with wonderful architectural details, photos and movie clips of indians protesting against discrimination, photos of political graffiti and posters including very refreshing ones from the local Trotskyists, photos of our trip of the salt flats of Uyuni -one of the natural wonders of the world-, and photos of the amazing people we met during the trip -locals as well as from other parts of the world-.
All in all though, we came out physically unscathed. I will have to reserve the feeling of sharp cold steel entering my gut for another occasion. Angela and I both agreed that we came out winners, having come out with our lives, as everything else is replaceable. The pictures of things we can most certainly find in the Internet, the pictures of the people we met would probably bore you. Most importantly, this event could have happened to us anywhere in the world, including right in our front yard in the U.S.
We can't say we're not angry, but we know that crime is a factor of the incredible poverty in this land-locked country. Bolivia's mines have generated amazing amounts of silver, copper and tin for the world, creating wealth for international and local mining interests but nothing for the local population. Now with the green movement and electric and hybrid cars a reality and photovoltaics in everyone's mind... and sometimes on their roof -at least in the industrialized countries-, with the consequent demand for adequate energy storage which only lithium batteries can provide, the greatest reserves of lithium in the world in Bolivia's Uyuni Salt Flats promise to further increase wealth for a few at the expense of many.
Aside from that isolated mugging incident, we found the people of Bolivia to be amazingly warm, friendly, polite, helpful, and many more nice adjectives. Even the ones with decidedly different points of view than ours. The country itself is beautiful despite its extreme poverty, and I would highly recommend it as a travel destination for it's cultural and geographic richness. For those with an interest in politics, the country is in an exciting phase as the indians begin to assert power as a majority under the leadership of Evo Morales, to the chagrin of the mestizo and white ruling classes, who at best make only feeble attempts to disguise their racism. Certainly there are mistakes being made, and the opposition makes great fanfare of these mistakes. But no progress has ever been made without mistakes, and this revolution is irreversible.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Hanging out my shingle
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Design-build and BIM (Building Information Modeling)
Recently many clients including governmental agencies have begun or are considering moving, away from the traditional public bid for Architects and General Contractors. The trend towards design-build contracts is show in the graph below [not yet posted]. Cost and time the primary reasons for doing away with the traditional design-bid-build system, but in the not too distant future it will not be a choice.
With the advent of BIM, the traditional relationship between design professional and contractor will necessarily blur to the point where perhaps there little will be left of the architect-contractor relationship as exists today. Already, the primary software systems used as an integral part of BIM require the design professional to be intimately familiar with how a building is put together, as the building has to be built in virtual reality.
This new paradigm requires close and continuous collaboration among all the participants, including not just the design professionals but the owner, contractor and subcontractors as well, from the early stages of design through construction. The holistic approach made possible and necessary by BIM will render obsolete the need not only of traditional construction administration documents but the traditional design-bid-build method. Ultimately, rolls of plans will disappear as well, at least in the sense with which we are familiar.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Smart Apartments
The trend in the last few decades has been to double the size of the typical American home while the size of the households has been steadily declining. As with the trend against larger gas-guzzling vehicles, there is a nascent trend towards smaller yet more efficient dwellings. Borrowing the name from the European Smart Cars, the objective is to offer to our developer clients innovative compact and intelligent "Smart apartments" that occupy a smaller and well designed footprint while giving the appearance of larger areas. These apartments should encompass green principles and should be designed to easily meet the requirements of LEED Gold Certification, as well as take advantage of innovations in newer methods and materials with an emphasis on prefabrication.
The following video is perhaps a little bit extreme of what I mean, but the concept is there; namely, that it is entirely possible to have a lot in a little space if it is well designed.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
The Maelstrom
safe is sorry
A long time ago, while standing on the edge of a precipice (figuratively speaking) and about to make a life changing decision, a great friend told me "safe is sorry". I thought about that while reading this quote I'd copied on a post-it note:
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."
-Mark Twain
