master builders


Subject: master builders
From: Scottie Bowman (rbowman@indigo.ie)
Date: Sat Jan 29 2000 - 07:50:19 EST


    I used to have a secret fantasy of being an architect too
    - until I got to know two or three of them in the course
    of my work. (These were all jolly good designers -
    not in any way mad or significantly more neurotic
    than the rest of us. And they had to their names
    a number of fine, original, individually stylish houses:
    houses I'd have been delighted to live in.)

    But in their actual, day-to-day work they seemed to spend
    their entire time drumming up trade, squeezing money
    out of bankers, arguing over contracts, fighting with builders
    & - above all - trying bully, placate or otherwise manipulate
    mentally retarded clients.

    What a life.

    My fantasied self had been a Frank Wright character
    dreaming all day long over a cool drawing board &
    creating heart-breakingly beautiful, water-tinkling,
    wood-grained, ranch houses to place in various picturesque
    Western settings. But all my friends ever seemed to have
    time to do was sketch a little something on the back
    of a menu, get the the slaves back in the office to run it
    all up - then watch the next six months of their lives
    gurgle down the plughole arguing the toss with people
    you'd normally cross the street to avoid.

    Not wishing to be the skeleton at the feast yet again,
    but I hope you know, Catherine, just what you're
    getting into.

    Scottie B.

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