Wednesday, February 4, 2009

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Key to the design program of the new California Academy of Sciences was incorporating the Academy ethos and commitment to sustainability into the design of the building. The result is a LEED Platinum building which, among other attributes, has interior public spaces openly ventilated to the outside and extensively illuminated by daylight. The east and west walls of the building that face the exhibit halls are 40’ high and 126’ wide, and of the clearest glass obtainable. When the windows are clean, you cannot even see that they are there. The architect, Renzo Piano, stated that he wanted people inside the building to feel that they are in Golden Gate Park, connected to nature.

When the time came to develop exhibits, this commitment to sustainability was also primary. Beyond the obvious “green” tropes of “reduce, reuse and recycle,” the Academy wanted to extend the concept of sustainability to include an evolutionary approach to exhibit content ­–that is, to create exhibit systems that could be flexible. This led us to devise a modular exhibit platform that could easily be reconfigured to accommodate change, both in small adjustments and additions or to be re-worked into substantially new exhibits. This was soon dubbed the “kit-of-parts” approach.

Another very central part of the exhibit design program was to enable the widespread display of scientific specimens in the public space. A museum’s baseline of authenticity is the display of artifacts and specimens from its research collections. In a digital world where avatars, replications, simulations, and virtual existence are becoming implicit substitutes for the real, the collections of real things found in museums provide an opportunity for visitors to see the original object, an increasingly rare experience. These objects are links to all the spheres explored in the exhibit experience: they are sources of knowledge, confirmations of fact, symbols of authenticity, and triggers for the imagination.

These core tenets established for the exhibits we were developing on the main floor embodied a conflict, a primary challenge that was imperative we address and resolve. The programs of sustainability and specimen display are in opposition to one another. To meet the Academy's key goal of having extensive and varied public display of scientific specimens from its research collections and for Collections Managers to allow them to be displayed, one must adhere to conditions that will preserve the scientific integrity of those specimens. Our LEED Platinum certified space, with its natural ventilation, open-to-the-outdoors environment replete with airborne flora & fauna, fluctuations in temperature and humidity and strong daylight, made meeting specimen display and storage conditions very difficult.







In addition to these specimen requirements, the design of all the exhibit elements, including display cases, was based on sustainable principles, meaning that criteria such as carbon footprint, adaptability and re-use, building materials and cost were all constraining factors in achieving display conditions that met specimen preservation standards. In addition to these constraints, we were provided only the broadest of projections from the building engineers in terms of temperature and humidity fluctuation data, making us realize that the humans in the space could tolerate far wider environmental variations than the specimens.

Developing solutions to this tension between program goals led to the "kit-of-parts" design of the exhibit modules and their component parts, including display cases of various sizes and configurations. As the interior space is open to outside air, the specimen display cases themselves had to control temperature, humidity, airborne contaminants & pests, and light levels –all with little or no help from the building systems.

The parameters for case design were developed by reviewing the different types of cases needed in relation to the types of specimens to be displayed. Case types ranged from a simple box with minimal control, to a case with full environmental control: humidity, temperature, ultraviolet spectrum, lighting, and instrumentation, not to mention accessibility, security and maintenance. This called for the most difficult type of design: keeping it simple! We arrived at a standard case typology with three levels of performance. The case material is birch/alder FSC plywood, sealed with a factory-applied UV-cured modified acrylic coating on both sides. A key function of the sealant/stain is to limit off-gassing of VOCs (Volatile Organic Compounds), both from the wood and the applied material. The transparent material is ¼” laminated glass, gaining UV resistance (98%) in the lamination layer. The glass is retained by interior clips and sealed with a rubber gasket,. These materials were selected on the bases of carbon footprint, recyclability, flexibility and in relative terms, low cost.








Our light control strategy was straightforward. We designed cases with cut-in glass panels, placed to optimize viewer sightlines, which resulted in greatly reduced transparent surface area. We also faced cases with their viewing sides away from the windows whenever possible. In several instances, such as in the Galapagos finches exhibit, cases have a hinged lid that must be lifted to turn on LED illumination and see the contents. Not only did this result in a dramatic reduction of light exposure to the specimens, but the act of lifting the lid also stimulated viewers’ curiosity and motivated them to look more closely.

In cases where temperature control was essential, we used a modular unit, essentially a miniature heat pump that circulates temperature-controlled air. Due to the limited capacity of these units, it became necessary to add an insulation sandwich within the walls of most of these cases.

For the most part, humidity control was achieved through the use of desiccant packs, sized to the volume of each case. These can be serviced via separate, sealed ports so that the entire case does not need to be opened.

As the exhibits change and evolve, Collection Managers, working with exhibit staff, will continue measuring the critical environmental factors in the public spaces for the effective display of specimens. The availability of sensitive, low cost, networked sensors to measure environmental variables such as temperature and humidity will enable data collection and monitoring of display methodologies. As data is gathered, we will be able to assess the efficacy of various solutions and make adjustments in design and systems with the goal of putting more specimens on public display. As a type of industrial design project, a five-year timeline makes sense.

Overall, sustainable design is a question of resource trade-offs. At the moment, 100% green is impossible, especially if one accords value to other criteria, such as effective communication techniques. A sustainability initiative should be understood as a strategy executed over time.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Game On...

Normally, I am extremely interested in what a girl has to say. Only if words match features does my interest really become piqued. Sure, I thought what you had to say was definately worthwhile, but more importantly, I thought what you said evidences what is fueling that raging beauty you managed to capture in a tiny little digital rectangle. Hat's off to you JB, I'm gonna not cancel my subscription tomorrow like I was gonna and wait one more month until you get off the fence and pony up some cash in order to respond to my urgent request... Hurry, I'm sick of this site.

Hello,
Urgent request granted. I paid up today, and am moving to LA on Sunday. Much movement. Not sure how to proceed from here; I guess feel free to send me an email or call me when I get into town and in all cases tell me your name.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Half a Man with Two Names

Years ago, I met this girl. I didn't realize she was a girl at first, just a personality that I wanted to connect with more and more. Time rolled by and we became good friends. A little too good if you know what I mean. You probably don't know what I mean. What I mean is, you're probably somewhat normal and thinking that we were getting it on or at least kissed or something. That's not what I meant at all, although I wish it were. I meant that I was really into her. I mean, really into her. I thought she was beautiful and smart as hell. We got along so well that I didn't even bother to assume that she felt somewhat similarly about me. I guess I just kinda took it for granted. Like I said, I'm not altogether normal. Had I not taken it for granted, who knows, it might've gone somewhere different. Needless to say, it didn't. It went exactly where it went and that is the unfortunate part. It went clear across the other side of the country following some foreskinned dick I had met enough times to know that it was all a load of crap, one way or another. Whatever, what I know don't mean shit. The story doesn't end there. Or maybe that's where it always ends. It's hard to tell nowadays. Maybe it consistently ends there. Be that as it may, we got back in touch. You see, this connection we have is almost bigger than us both. Given the right circumstances, which are not very hard to come by in this case, we just connect. It's almost effortless, that is if I was the type to never take responsibility for my actions it would've been effortless. No, I'm kind of a dip shit. I actually put my effort into this reunion. Just like the first round, this go was not all that different. Except, maybe, that I and/or she was more determined to make sure that this time there would be no confusion as to whether or not we should be together. To her credit, so to speak, she had a kid with some other dick who happened to be circumcised this time. This pretty much put a lid on things, and thank god. I don't want no baby-momma-drama. He was a cool guy, and hell, I loved the shit out of her so I did all I could to make sure this shit worked out. Turns out, I couldn't really do shit. Hell, it wasn't my relationship and kid, what the fuck am I supposed to do? The kid kept calling me dad. Real awkward, let me tell you. His real dad was already the jealous type and it had taken quite a bit of time before he was somewhat cool with me. Dip shit that I was, I convinced myself that she was only a friend and that I really didn't want to have anything to do with her "in that way". Go figure, she dumps this guy and he thinks it's my fault when I was the guy pushing her to give him every benefit of the doubt and make every effort to make it work. I also told her, when she told me he knocked her up, that she better think long and hard about this one. "You might not think so, but this kid is yours. Don't expect him to be around in the long run." I don't think she wanted to hear that, but what the fuck? someone had to say it. Turns out I was right. Not only did he think it was my fault, which in a twisted, roundabout way I kinda agree with him, but she also came to believe it was my fault too. Unfortunately, she doesn't know this but she doesn't have to. It's her life. More time goes by and again we reconcile on her behest. I'm a little leery, but game as well. Dumb fucker that I am, I fall in love with her all over again. The kid's a little older now and we get along great. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to be the kid's father. If I ended up being some kind of a role model, good or bad, that's his fucking problem. Really, you can't blame me. You can, but if you're honest you'll realize that if you made the same mistake I did and reconnect instead of keeping your distance, you would fall in love with her too. She's fucking smart, except when she's a fucking complete moronic idiot. Beautiful in her own unique way. Funny as a puppy on acid. And from what she tells me, pretty good in bed, except for all that baggage that takes up most of the covers. I wonder sometimes, are my efforts being wasted? Then I wonder, what efforts? I've never really told her how I felt. I've always just tried to show it to her. Maybe I should've kissed her or just stuck my dick in her. It's all academic at this point anyway. Turns out she never gave a shit about me in the first place. Actually, at the time I thought it was cute, but she used to call me Mike. I would love it when she called me Mike. It was like we were sharing our own little secret that no one else was a part of. Til yesterday that is. Yesterday, my dad came by to visit. He walked in and said "Hey, Jon, how've ya been?" Jon is my name. She never knew this. Or to be more precise, she just never paid attention before. I told her numerous times but she kept calling me Mike. "How cute" I thought. Yeah, cute. Real fucking cute. Turns out this lonely feeling I got right now has been there the whole time and I'm just too fucking stupid to have realized what it was. I guess I can't get too angry with her, but I did know her fucking name. I wonder what's gonna happen when we get back together in a couple more years when she ends up dumping her super-rich sugar-daddy and swears off men. I'm sure I'll be the first one she calls.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

FROG'S LEGS D'JOUR

I'm fucking pissed. Someone just stepped on my pet frog. Dammit! I just got that hoppin' little fucker. Worst part about it, aside from the juicy mess, his fucking legs are missing. Who the heartless hell would step on a frog and take his fucking legs? That's just sick man. Never mind, it was just a frog. Not like I gave it a name or anything. Shit, I never said anything like, "Hey, Mike the frog, wanna go get a smoothie?" That would've been almost as stupid as stepping on a fucking frog and taking his legs! Man, I just can't get that out of my mind. What the hell does someone do with frog legs? I've never heard of a dog getting run over by a car and someone screaming, "Oh my god! My dog! Where the FUCK are his legs!? I guess weirder shit has happened to me. Like one time I had a girlfriend with a really great ass. One day she told me she loved me. I might've been stupid and young back then but I sure as hell wasn't gullible. I kicked her on that perfect ass of hers and landed her "love" on the porch. Locked the fucking door. "I love you" she said. How fucking weird is that? Nobody says that. Another time was when I was in kindergarten painting some bullshit on some recycled piece of paper when this prissy blond bitch interrupts my artistic fucking expression to tell me that I got paint all over her sweater. "Bitch, I didn't get no fucking paint on you, but if you don't get out of my face I'll get something else on your sweater". I wonder if at that age I could've. Dumb fucker that I am I painted my whole sleeve blue just to keep her from telling the teacher I did something that stupid fucking bitch and I knew I didn't do. But taking a squashed frog's legs? What kind of sick joke is this? I got home from school today and saw my little brother sitting on the couch eating chicken watching his retarded cartoons with this shit-eating grin on his face. Everything seemed normal 'til I got up to my room and found a legless squashed frog on my floor. SHIT...

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Paper Balloons

You know when you sometimes see balloons flying high in the sky without their owners? Today I say a piece of paper wafting through the atmosphere a good 500 feet above level ground. It was the first time I saw a lone piece of paper floating so high. A weird sight to say the least. I was thinkin', what's a piece of paper doing all by itself way up there. It looked like an ad page. I know what I do when I get those colorful pieces of junk mail at home, right in the trash. This one obviously had enough of the neglect. Not only does no one pay any attention to those things in the first place but what about the paper itself? Always trumped by inky letters and flashy logos. So, I think this particular piece of paper took off on it's own and did something no other piece of junk mail even conceived of before. It went flying. My full attention was devoted to this flying piece of pulp. I could care less what it was intended to pander, I only saw the paper itself, in it's full glory. My hat's off to you paper. No longer filler in a dump, but an innovator soaring through the air.

What if...

What if we were soul mates? Only we are snails and we are both slinking down our slimy paths when our boneless bodies collide. Of course it would be a rather anticlimactic collision but we could not say fate didn't give us a fair shake. We exchange antennae greetings and cross signals. I just crawled over a neglected pile of canine dung and you just finished gorging on some discarded rotten chicken, both of us just don't represent who we are according to our feelers at the time. So, slowly, ever so slowly, we go our separate ways leaving behind a shiny reminder of of paths crossed yet never truly joined. What if we were people...

What if...

What if life was about being a penny? No matter if you are neglectfully tossed into the take-a-penny/leave-a-penny tray, or stuffed into an overflowing paper cup fated for a burial at the local coinstar, or used to finish off a perfect transaction in which real goods are exchanged for monetary funds elevating your worth from change to money tendered? Maybe you're right, maybe life is how you do it and not what you do with it? Or maybe life is something that is regardless of what, how, why, or when you do it. Maybe there is nothing but life. Maybe we should clear more space for people we think are doing things all wrong. Or maybe we should limit ourselves to whatever it is we find worthwhile. I know one thing for sure and that is: "life is" no matter what you might think about it. Really enjoyed your thoughts. Just thought I'd share a couple of mine...