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I'm often surprised at how architects, both those brilliantly deft at manipulating form and those dismally ungifted with it, equally defend the position that form is the only rightful end of architectural propositions. I'm shocked at how egregiously silly they sound and how unaware they are of it. "The hunters for form" take many guises and cut across all generations.: young narcissists stricken with computer puppy love, who believe in magic (and software faeries too no doubt), and are totally enthralled with  whatever the beloved machine digitally excretes;

_Sanford Kwinter, "Far from Equilibrium"


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monologue Wednesday, April 07, 2010 I'm often surprised at how architects, both those brilliantly deft at manipulating form and those dismally ungifted with it, equally defend the position that form is the only rightful end of architectural propositions. I'm shocked at how egregiously silly they sound and how unaware they are of it. "The hunters for form" take many guises and cut across all generations.: young narcissists stricken with computer puppy love, who believe in magic (and software faeries too no doubt), and are totally enthralled with whatever the beloved machine digitally excretes; _Sanford Kwinter, "Far from Equilibrium" [Archives] January 2005 March 2010 April 2010 May 2010 June 2010 July 2010 August 2010 October 2010 December 2010 March 2011 October 2011 November 2011 December 2011 January 2012 February 2012 March 2012 April 2012
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