Conversations with Frank Gehry

 

[From Conversations with Frank Gehry by Barbara Isenberg. Gehry (Class of ’54) is a USC grad — like me!]

On the influence of Frank Lloyd Wright:

I studied every section drawing, model and building of Frank Lloyd Wright. Everything.

I went to see what he did in Oak Park. I went to see Robie House. I went to see Unity Temple. I studied Taliesin East and Taliesin West. I studied his planning ideas at Broadacre City and his ideas about the high-rise and his Mile High Building. I read everything I could about Wright’s life, and I visited the buildings in Marin County that were built after his death. I knew Frank Lloyd Wright.

On the competition to design Walt Disney Concert Hall, eventually won by Gehry:

My European colleagues thought I had the inside track, but it was quite the opposite. I was the long shot. In fact, in the beginning, I was invited by Ron Gother, the Disney family lawyer, to come to his office and meet with him. He told me that I should get out of the competition because it was a waste of time. They knew my work, and there was no way the family would have Walt Disney’s name on a building I designed. He actually said that.

On the possibility of perfection:

At the University of Southern California, they had cut in stone above the door a quote from Michelangelo which said, “A work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.” I like that because it got me off the hook.

On architects not being recognized until late in life:

It takes a long time for people to trust you and for you to develop a unique language. You also have to develop a way of building that unique language so it doesn’t leak, so it can be done on budget and all of that. It takes a while. So by the time you get there, you’re in your late fifties or sixties. And that’s the tradition. Louis Kahn didn’t get anything until he was in his late fifties. Frank Lloyd Wright was the same. Corbusier. Mies van der Rohe. It’s just a profession that peaks later. And then it’s all over so fast.

Why (Some) People Love Meetings

 

[W]hat … meetings are doing is playing out an emotional drama–conflict, blaming, flirting, one-upsmanship, random outbursts, anger, and so forth….the soap-opera aspects of meetings are the most exciting parts of their jobs….

Indeed, these people are often upset if I show them how to conduct well-run meetings, because I’ve taken all the joy out of their lives.

Another Reason I Prefer to Just Drink at Home

 

TIJUANA, Mexico — The bodies of four U.S. citizens were found strangled, beaten and stabbed in a van in this border city, two days after they reportedly left their Southern California homes for a night at the Mexican clubs, U.S. officials said Thursday.

Programmers Say the Darndest Things

 

It’s done but we’re still working on a few things.

Then it’s not done, is it?

 

It mostly works, but it still needs a lot of testing.

How do you know it mostly works if it still needs a lot of testing? Isn’t that what testing is for — to figure out if it works?

I’m not making these up, by the way . . .

Shopping for Watches

 

I’m at Target shopping for a new watch. My son is with me. He’s 15 years old.

“Bah,” he says, sizing up the display. “Where’s the platinum stuff?”

“Look,” I say, “all I need here is an inexpensive watch that’ll tell me what time it is.”

A guy behind us chortles. He knows what I’m talking about; he’s browsing through a rack of $19 Ray-Ban knockoffs.

“Buy what you want then,” the boy says. “But my watch is very attractive to the ladies.”

“What kind of watch do you have?” He’s not wearing one so I have to ask.

“I’ll give you a hint,” he says. “It starts with an ‘R.'”

“Very funny. What kind of watch do you have?”

“OK, it’s a Casio. But it’s got a really cool band.”

The Myth of the Natural Genius

 

The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.

— Emile Zola
 

People err who think my art comes easily to me. I assure you, dear friend, nobody has devoted so much time and thought to composition as I. There is not a famous master whose music I have not industriously studied through many times.

— Mozart

The Beast of the Buffet Line

 

We had Mother’s Day brunch at Todai Japanese buffet in Orange.

Unfortunately, directly in my line of sight at another table was a 500-pound bald Asian guy — a beast of a man — stuffing huge handfuls of food into his gaping maw.

And when I say “huge handfuls of food,” I mean he seemed to have a python-like ability to unhinge his jaws to accomodate the volume of food he was cramming in there.

Buffet managers must die a little inside when a guy like that shows up.

Happy Mothers Day!

 
At the Park

Hi Mom! Happy Mothers Day! How are things in Iowa?

Here’s a recent picture of me at the dog park. You can see I have an underbite just like Dad. Some people tease me about it but I don’t care.

You would be so proud of me. I’m the alpha dog of my whole neighborhood!

People think that dogs don’t remember their families but of course I remember you and I always love you even though you’re far away.

Your son,

Lightning paw

ABCs of Me

 

This has been making the rounds of my Facebook friends so I thought I’d repost my answers here:

A – Age: Extremely late 30s

B – Bed Size: Procrustean

C – Chore You Hate? If it’s a chore, I hate it

D – Dogs Name? Lightning

E – Essential Daily Items? Nothing is essential

F – Favorite Color? Blue. No, yell– AUUUUUUUUGH!

G – Gold Or Silver? Whatever

H – Height? 6-0, give or take

I – Instruments You Play? Drums and piano, both poorly

J – Job Title? Lord of Logic

K – Kids? Son, age 15

L – Living Arrangements? Wife, kid and dog, in a rapidly depreciating house

M – Mom’s Name? Good question…I only knew her as “Mom”

N – Nicknames? Like Charlie Brown, I always wanted to be called “Flash”

O – Overnight hospital stay other than birth? Burst fracture, L1 (i.e. broken back); laparascopic cholecystectomy (i.e. gall bladder out)

P – Pet Peeves? Other people and their pet peeves

Q – Quote From A Movie? “I am letting you into the secret of all secrets, mirrors are gates through which death comes and goes. Moreover if you see your whole life in a mirror you will see death at work as you see bees behind the glass in a hive.” — Jean Cocteau, Orphée

R – Right Or Left Handed? Right

S – Siblings? One sister, two brothers, and two more sisters

T – Time You Wake Up? Weekdays 5 AM, weekends whenever

U – Underwear? To paraphrase the Dos Equis guy, “I don’t always wear underwear, but when I do, I prefer boxer briefs.”

V – Vegetable You Dislike? “Sex is good, but not as good as fresh, sweet corn.” — Garrison Keillor. Oh wait, DIS-like? Are yams a vegetable? If not, lima beans or squash.

W – Ways You Run Late? Spending too much time on the Internet

X – X-Rays You’ve Had? Dental, foot, wrist, back, head, finger, blah blah blah…do MRIs count too?

Y – Yummy Food You Make? Bourbon and coke. Is that a food? Sometimes I combine two kinds of cereal and it comes out really good.

Z – Zoo Favorites? Meerkats probably

With My Hands Behind My Back

 

A couple of days ago, I saw one of our senior managers walking down the hallway with her hands clasped behind her back.

Walking with hands behind back

I’d never seen her do that before — the hands thing, I mean. It gave her a different look — in fact, it gave her a different sort of presence — so I decided to try it myself.

I immediately felt more thoughtful — or at least I felt like I looked more thoughtful — like a professor strolling across the quad.

Today I was doing it again when I happened to meet up with the woman I copied it from.

I told her I was trying to emulate her hands-behind-the-back leadership technique.

She said the only reason she’d been doing that is her shoulders were sore from Pilates class and she was trying to stretch them out . . .

Twitter: 2009-05-07

 

Stop Moving My Wastebasket

 

It seems we’ve hired on a passive-aggressive cleaning crew at the office . . .

Every morning this week, I’ve come in and my wastebasket is under the desk in front of my chair, instead of under the desk to my right where I always keep it.

I appreciate that they empty it before moving it, but where am I supposed to put my legs if there’s a wastebasket right in front of my chair?