I saw a picture of Philip Johnson's Glass House when I was in college and have wanted to see it in person ever since. So I booked a tour for while Greg and I were in Connecticut last week and we went to check it out. Everything was going swimmingly in the visitors center in New Canaan where the tour begins, until our tour guide mentioned that old Phil had a passing fancy with... um... Nazis. She said that he came to denounce these beliefs and that professing admiration for the Nazi philosophy was "the biggest regret" of his life, but Greg did a deep dive into his biography after the tour and concluded that the "regret" was lip service to save his reputation, made just before the U.S. entered World War II. His affiliation with the Nazi party and his admiration for its doctrine was well documented in the '30s and '40s, and despite being defended [weirdly] by several prominent Jews, including Frank Gehry whom Johnson mentored, from what we read, he was a white-supremacist, anti-Semite, and generally terrible person. There's no denying that the Glass House is exceptional and his architectural designs were revolutionary, but the rest of his story is a huge bummer.
Saturday, May 18, 2024
Bulls, Bears, People from Connecticut
Grace Farms in New Canaan
We wanted to get out of Boston for a few days, so last weekend, Greg and I drove to Connecticut with plans to see a few places and also take the train from Stamford to New York one of the days we were there.
Grace Farms is "a place for meaningful interaction where people of all ages, experiences, and interests come together to collaborate for good and pursue peace within our local global communities." Mmm k.
We went because I was intrigued by the River Building which we were able to tour. Designed by architects from the Japanese firm SANAA, the building and grounds are minimalist and very appealing.
Tuesday, May 7, 2024
Monday, January 29, 2024
Three Bays: Monterey, Half Moon, and San Francisco
Friday, December 8, 2023
Tulum
The Saturday after Thanksgiving it was twenty degrees in Boston, but after four hours in the air (flight to Cancun) and 90 minutes in a van (drive to Tulum), we had the sound of the Caribbean in our ears and powder-like sand under our feet. This is how we spent the week: wake to the sound of waves, walk to breakfast either down the beach or down the road, back to our beach bungalow, read, nap, swim, order lunch to be brought to the beach-bed or just have some snacks, read, lounge, walk to dinner, read, maybe a movie on the iPad, sleep - repeat. Didn't think about work, didn't think about much, had a great vacation.
| We had the lower half of this casita, room was fairly simple but the view was spectacular... |
| entrance to the hotel property from the road |
| path between casitas |
| most hotel zones are crowded and busy, but other than Saturdays when a lot of guests to the area arrive and depart, this is what the road out front looked like. |
| two minutes down the beach, where we ate most of our meals |
| across the street where we ate breakfast a couple of times |
| Our one adventure away from the Hotel Zone into the town of Tulum! Other than to walk down the road to restaurants, there was really no reason to leave our lovely beachfront. |



