Oh Maya! The semester began with one of those savory moments when you realize that you're reaping the rewards from simply being where you're meant to be. We got to help install a Maya Lin show at a museum here. This one, where we sit like band members, is made of all 2x4's. Lots o' drilling and meticulously puzzle-piecing the smaller tiles-- and photo op's.

Then, we got to be best friends with Maya! We skipped down the sidewalk, ice cream cones in hand. If only. But I can tell you a few insider secrets about Maya. She doesn't like "esoteric" potato chips-- the ones fancy delis give you with spices sprinkled on top. She does like, perhaps only for nostalgia sake, White Castle hamburgers. When we went out to dinner with her after the opening, she had the restaurant serve everyone White Castle-esque burgers, except these tasty bites were made with Kobe steak. And, she has a little chin. If I were that fruit vendor in Amelie, I'd make a Frenchy rhyming song with the phrase, "Maya Lin! Little Chin!"

She also thinks collaboration, mainly b/w artists and architects, is way overrated. I found that interesting-- and refreshingly honest. She's communicates clearly and simply, like a middle school science teacher-- the ones you could listen to for hours. Simple curiosity generates all of her work, leading her to investigate geographical forms and translate them into forceful poetry. Unnh! Go Maya.