Except for the fact that that the levels of the second floor don’t make any sense (the two bedrooms could not connect via the shared bath/dressing closets because they’re at least 3—if not 4—stairs’ difference in height, and the rat’s nest of the kitchen wing needs some work, I generally like this one.
Casa Óculo is a single-family house located in a residential neighborhood on the outskirts of Palma. Defined by a simple and bold architectural gesture —a large flat roof stretching east to west— the project explores light, materiality, and climate as the main design tools. The clear and rational form responds to a south-facing topography, open mountain views, and a client with a structured and well-defined program, resulting in a contemporary Mediterranean home that balances efficiency, texture, and a deep connection to place.The roof rests on a series of load-bearing walls finished in lime mortar, running north to south. These walls organize the spaces, set the rhythm of the house, and filter the views —shielding the sides from neighboring plots while opening long, framed views to the south and the mountains. Their orientation also encourages natural cross ventilation, ensuring passive and consistent thermal comfort throughout the year.
The broad roof acts as a protective plane that wraps the house and generates generous perimetral porches. These shaded thresholds blur the boundary between interior and exterior, provide shade during the warmest months, and allow the house to be lived in flexibly throughout the year.
I also have my funerary arrangements in place. One thing that I brought with me out of the horrible 90s was the urgency to get that shit taken care of so your survivors don’t have to. I contacted The Neptune Society (again, based on my experience in the 90s) and arranged everything so Ben wouldn’t have to. It wasn’t cheap, and they force you to buy a ridiculously expensive wooden box to hold your ashes that isn’t worth a quarter of what you’re charged, but it was still cheaper than going the traditional route. When the time comes, they’ll pick up your body pretty much anywhere in the world, take care of all the paperwork, cremate your remains, and deliver the ashes to your loved ones.
Many years ago Ben gifted me a big blue Tardis ceramic cookie jar with the intent it would hold my ashes until he could decide what to ultimately do with them. Personally, my first choice has always been to have them scattered at North Baker Beach in San Francisco, but I realize the logistics of actually pulling that off are more difficult now since I don’t actually live there any more. My second choice would be in Sabino Canyon north of Tucson. Ultimately, Ben will do what he feels is best and brings him the most peace, so if that means scattering over the back yard so the dogs can roll around and play in me, that’s fine too.
Do you find that you actually only listen to about a dozen discs with any regularity? I know I have my “go to” titles that seem to get all the rotation in my collection especially when I don’t know what to listen to.
In no particular order, they are
Verve Remixed (vols. 1 thru 5)
The Best Of Blue Note
Blue Note Reimagined
Blue Note Reimagined II
Marla Glenn – The Best Of
Nina Simone – Four Women (box set)
Chris Isaac – San Francisco Days
George Michael – Listen Without Prejudice
George Michael – Faith
Miles Davis – Kind Of Blue
Miles Davis – Blue Miles
Disco Discharge – European Connection
Anything on the Three Blind Mice (Japanese Jazz) label.
And of course, probably because of the novelty of something new from Madge….
You may have noticed that sapphire blue beauty in the top row in some of my recent posts.
It’s a Sony D-EJ985. While not from the last model year Sony made portable CD players or even the newest in my collection, it (along with the D-EJ915) are my favorites and is one of their best IMHO.
You’ll also notice another D-EJ985 in silver at the lower right corner. That one appeared on my eBay feed first, and was advertised as “Untested. Comes with charging stand, but power cord is frayed and I have no gumstick batteries to test functionality.” It was ridiculously cheap, looked to be in excellent cosmetic condition, and since I’d been wanting this particular model for a while and the 985s are usually way out of my price range, I jumped on it. I figured I could always send it off to “my guy” Shawn for repairs if it wasn’t working.
Of course, as is often the case, within a day of sending payment, the much more desirable blue one appeared. That color! Yowsah! I had to get it. (It was also manufactured in a plum/maroon color.) Despite my rather monotone existence, I do enjoy splashes of color.
It was selling for about $20 more than the silver model, but the seller evidently didn’t do his homework prior to putting it up, because I got this one well, well below what a fully functional, “tested” unit typically goes for.
Turns out they both work beautifully. I have Sony power bricks that work with them just fine and I’ve even got an inline remote that came with one of my MD players that is essentially the same thing that originally shipped with the 985s.
I certainly don’t need two of the same model in my collection (even if they’re different colors) so I’ll be eBaying the silver one this weekend.
…and I was overcome with such emotion. I consider myself so very lucky to have called San Francisco home for nearly two decades. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times but despite all that it was time I wouldn’t trade for the world.
Behind a quiet wall in Scottsdale, a different kind of desert residence begins.
From the street, it feels protective and sculptural, board-formed concrete, corten steel, black metal, sand-toned plaster, and desert stone shaped into a low industrial silhouette. But inside, the house softens into stillness: warm oak, limewashed textures, black reflective water, filtered courtyard light, and Japandi interiors guided by Wabi-Sabi calm.
This is a private residence designed around contrast, raw exterior, silent interior; urban edge, desert retreat; architectural strength, human warmth. Every frame is built for atmosphere: the corten entry portal, the courtyard pool, the rooftop terrace at sunset, and the living spaces that open quietly toward the Sonoran landscape.
A modern home for slow mornings, cinematic evenings, and refined desert living.
Since WordPress first introduced the Block Editor in 2018, I have avoided using it like the plague, going to far as loading a plug-in that activates (or at least recreates) the Classic Editor.
After 8 years, however, I’ve decided it’s time to embrace change and give the Block Editor a serious try. It’s still confusing as hell to someone like me who has been using WordPress for the last twenty-some years and didn’t immediately adopt the new paradigm.
Maybe you can teach old dogs new tricks. Let’s see how it goes.