Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Finally, A Word About Architecture

For a project with the title of A Tale of Two Architects, it has not escaped me that I have said very little about Ayn Rand or Graham Greene, Roark, or Querry, on these pages.

It appears that I have dwelled mostly on the sundry happenings around a small rural lake, in the middle of nowhere, and the hapless family that lived on that lake. I am intuitively comfortable with this because this is really nothing more than a form of psychological procrastination. My experience with life suggests that there are stories waiting to be told that are still percolating, not ready to see the light of day, and, like a cup of coffee that is poured too soon, my guess is that some of these stories would end up being too bitter, perhaps forced, maybe even lukewarm.

So let's talk about my office move. A couple of years ago, one of my best friends and I started our own lawfirm after having been partners at one of the largest lawfirms in the country. Like Butch and Sundance, we jumped off the cliff together, feet kicking, a "holy shit" look in our eyes, and took the plunge into some deep, cold river water. And, forgive my crudeness, but we all know the effect of cold river water on the male anatomy, do we not? Well, the same is true for starting a new business.

Which brings me to the subject of architecture.

I have always felt an odd reverence for buildings, and, in anticipation of moving my lawfirm into its own unique space, we have spent the better part of a year looking for just the right building to move our fledgling lawfirm to. After many fits and starts, this weekend, we are moving our lawfirm into the top floor of (in my opinion) the most architecturally "significant" building in our fair city. It is a building in which form follows function. It is a building in which nature has been both commanded and obeyed. It is a building which most people will drive by and not notice, but those who know something about architecture will notice, and will appreciate. I feel like it is a building deserving of our lawfirm, and vice-versa.

Some years ago, I spent some money I shouldn't have to buy and frame a number of colored sketches of the buildings of Frank Lloyd Wright--his country homes, his unbuilt skyscrapers, even a church he designed. Serving the same purpose as the motivational posters that dot the walls of telemarketing firms, I have always kept these FLW prints in my office, along with the picture of my old sailboat, and a glorious picture of my wife and daughter, each of them reminders to me of things that are important in this life. The reasons for this should be obvious to anybody who has come this far with me on these pages.

Keeping track of such reminders is important. Moving into a building deserving of one's reminders is important as well. Trying to live up to those reminders, however, now that is what makes life exciting, is it not?