Public Parks in Dense Urban Cores

As cities see more and more skyward growth, from highrises over single-family detached homes, the value of space also experiences astronomical escalation. Like São Paulo and Buenos Aires, China’s megacities are comprised of towers, where people live in high density. With much less private space at home, the realm of public space and community centers — whether covered or open air — becomes really important.

towering highrises with huge balconies
In Chengdu, one of many clusters of highrise units that fill the city.

Public parks become requirements in a city, as means of promoting physical and mental health, and as sites for cultivating community and individual happiness.

From what I have seen of Chinese parks or 公园, there are similarities but also differences in how people use them. Exercise is definitely a major reason for people to use the park but the types we see are different, between Chinese and American parks. For one, soccer and basketball are activities reserved for the 球场 or sports fields. Exercises you’d find at Chinese parks include Tai Qi and martial arts, ballroom-dancing, bird-walking, calligraphy practice with broom-sized brushes, poetry reciting and singing, and fashion catwalking practice.

Loci of Activity & Fitness

If I think about what I do in my house in California, I cook, garden, do laundry, eat with family and friends, and hang out and chat. If you live in a compact high-rise apartment, these activities become more challenging. Gardening and exercise may become impossible unless you have a balcony and extra space, and not all apartments have them. Ideas about communal laundry (the laundromat as a community center) and about communal gardening (like in many cities in the US) suddenly become really relevant. Open space itself is a meditative and therapeutic resource that appeal to our basic urges.

In fact, the design of the Chinese public parks lend themselves to these activities, with clusters of trees demarcating zones. Hardscaped (concrete and stone mosaic) pathways and plazas provide the surface. Surrounding tall foliage create walls or transition zones between open spaces. The parks themselves are usually free to the public and have multiple entry gates. The park space itself is quite large, like all infrastructure in China.

Dad sitting on bench in park
My dad taking a break at South Park, 南园,in Taicang, 太仓, a city one hour from Shanghai. Many former estates, such as this one, are converted into public parks. A classical Chinese bridge with its steep stairs and generous clearance for boats is visible in the background.

Tertiary zones are characterized by benches and pavilions nestled in the foliage, creating smaller, private spaces for drinking tea, casual conversation, and the occasional smooching. Often times, the park features one or more artificial lakes with a bridge arching high over its narrowest part, offering a view and opportunities to take selfies with friends.

A Social Hub for Passive & Active Participation

The park is never desolate, even on the weekdays. It is a social locus, providing both distance and respite from the bustle and chaos of city life while ensuring some level of safety and society amidst the presence of others also usually in a state of enjoyment.

The buildings now house exhibitions and artwork.
People practicing slow-motion combat, a kind of Tai Qi, where you harness the strength and force of your opponent to protect yourself. Here, men and women of all ages show up and practice together. It is pretty informal and still quite popular.
Offline dating. Here, parents and elders advertise their single adult children to other parents or single people. The flyers atop the umbrellas give general information about the individual: Gender, profession, interests, and personality. At the bottom is contact information. Of course, you are welcome to inquire further with the presiding relative.
Sunday morning in the walkways at People’s Park in Shanghai. Parents helping their adult children with matchmaking. Generations sharing ideas of what comprises a promising partnership.

Gehl ArchitectsOne of the biggest challenges that Chinese cities face is in the reclamation, renewal and retrofit of its cities’ public space, streets and existing urban fabric. The speed, scale and sprawl of Chinese urbanisation has void many citizens their right to quality public space beyond the immediate street layout. To achieve the sustainable transition we’ve talked about here, cities will have to ask themselves – what do we want from our urban realm? And how can our planning systems deliver that against traditional interpretations of urban scale, mass and historical and cultural nuances? Cities need to be evaluated based on other indicators than just GDP growth. We see this change happening now.

Park-like Shopping Centers that Support Historic Monuments

The park as a concept is more important than its literal designation. As an idea, it seems to be a place that provides proximity to nature (plants and animals), contact with open air and earth, and organic social interaction through a flexibility of activities. To this end, I saw many spaces that operate as parks but may not be parks, per se.

In Chengdu, Taikooli ,太古里 outdoor mall features both very contemporary and very old architecture. The balanced proportion of indoor and outdoor space make it a popular gathering spot for all ages. Owned by a private investor, it shares similar usage to state-run public parks.
At the very center of Taikooli is the ancient Daci Temple 大慈寺, the Temple of Infinite Compassion and Mercy. This Buddhist temple has been around for nearly 1,600 years

For example, an interesting trend I spotted was the integration of historic landmark, shopping center, and park all rolled into one. These outdoor malls feature austere architectural design, vast open spaces for social activities such as those practiced in parks, porous access, and mature landscaping. The business rationale behind such a set-up could be economic viability. Landmarks are expensive to maintain and admission fees are too low to make a dent in these costs. However, retail rental income can provide a stronger source of revenue, with shops increasing incentive for visits. Inviting the kind of hanging out that also occurs in parks encourages discretionary spending; however, the full suite of typical activities in public parks may be beyond the physical scope of these commercial gathering areas.

After a day of shopping, you can light a candle at the temple and make a prayer to repent and enrich your spiritual self too.

Medians as Parks

Other atypical park spaces include the generous medians and lush pedestrian walkways in the city. The non-car zones are often canopied with trees and lined intermittently with benches with nestled in abundant greenery. These adjacent, liminal spaces are used for resting, hanging out, reading, and other low-impact park exercises. Their physical and sensorial distinction from the built environment provides mental sanctuary.

verdant medians
The greenery surrounds the bike and pedestrian lanes, creating a park-like travel experience. The dockless bikes collect in a leafy alcove. In the distance to the right, cars along the street are visible. The amount of garden foliage and number of trees are generous.

Public dancing occurs in plazas, on sidewalks that are extra broad and in parks. These kinds of natural, serendipitous social gatherings are more of a cultural ritual than a designed program. They attract spectators and participants in equally, creating vibrancy and free-of-charge entertainment. They also provide a glimpse of local culture unchained to commerce and to politics. These benefits can counter-balance the limitations of high-rise apartment living and strengthen the fabric of communities.

Urban planners can think about creating park-like locales and experiences in interstitial and liminal zones as space becomes scarcer in urban settings. Not every neighborhood can afford the extravagant space needed to establish a formal park. Plus, such numerous and smaller dispersions encourage accessibility for a greater number of residents. This may also be a more “human-scale” approach, rendering the urban layout to be more diverse and reduce impact on the transportation system.

Unabashed dancing takes place in parks and on sidewalks that are large enough to allow. Shyness is not an issue. Informal gatherings with those who are in the mood to dance.

Shanghai Museums

The Bund (外滩 or Waitan), Shanghai.

With only one full day in Shanghai, my parents and I sated our urge for instant gratification at a couple exceptional museums.

Shanghai Urban Planning Museum (上海城市规划展示馆)

We were traversing the People’s Park (人民公园)when we stumbled upon a staircase with a sign that said “Step back to Shanghai of the 1930s.“ Peering down the stairs, we caught a glimpse of people snapping shots of themselves beside a vintage streetcar and imitation old gas streetlamps. Turns out that the underground passage was an abbreviated recreation of yesteryear’s Shanghai!

Smacks a bit of the Bellagio in Las Vegas, as a stage-set reminder. Merchants have yet to take up shop in the themed storefronts.

As curiosity led us to discover that this historic display connected to the nearby subway station and the Shanghai Urban Planning Museum. Is this museum for nerds or what? On second thought, I thought, this is brilliant! People need to know more how cities come to be — between commerce, history, culture and pro-active government action. They don’t just make themselves; everyone has a role to play in them. And honestly, it wasn’t that nerdy, as we soon saw large groups of European tourists buying tickets. Apparently it has some level of notoriety among foreign tours of China as a cultural magnet.

This golden socialist constructivist megalith greets you upon entry into the museum.

The Shanghai Urban Planning Museum, which opened in the 90s, is a prominently large building at six floors tall and explains the past, present, and future of Shanghai through urban design, sewage and environmental impact mitigation programs, water and energy supply systems, transportation, and homes for future growth. For a citadine, this is everything you don’t see but count on to work.

One of many old photos of past Shanghai life on display. Not sure if this was staged, and not surprised if it is.

(AN ASIDE: The first time that I discovered my fascination with the invisible mechanisms essential to the health of a city was when I was 18 years old. My friend Ashleigh and I got stuck in downtown San Francisco after the last BART left and decided to wait out the two hours before the arrival of the first train in the morning. During those hours, as we huddled on a park bench at Powell Station, I recall witnessing city crew emptying all of the street trash cans on Market Street, power-washing the sidewalks, illuminating burned out streetlights, and patrolling the streets for irreverent activity. It was then that I realized that a great army of silent, assiduous keepers tend to the health of the city, whose existence, until that moment, was oblivious to me.)

Multi-media, Multi-disciplinary Content

Never having set foot in an urban planning museum before, moreover encountering one, my parents and I ran on curiosity. The museum encompasses the arc of recent Shanghai history, emphasizing the Qing Dynasty and the European Concessions post-WWI. The media is diverse — from blown-up black and white photos, recordings, dioramas, 3-D wall graphics, and video. For example, we saw miniature layouts of the estates of the governor — in particular, Yu Garden ( or Yu Yuan) as a miniature with mechanical figurines, lights, and sound. Originally an estate of the Pan family during the Ming Dynasty (late 1500s), the sprawling collection of pavilions and interstitial gardens passed hands over the centuries to caretakers of varying levels of conscientiousness and neglectfulness. At present, it has transformed into a grandiose network of shops, restaurants and galleries. So many of China’s former esteemed and exclusive estates and neighborhoods find resurrection from dereliction through new incarnations as outdoor malls. Considering the amount of artisanal and material support necessary to fund the maintenance and access to these historical treasures, the funding must come from somewhere if not public coffers. The money comes from consumerism and capitalist stewardship.

Yu Yuan is now a shopping destination.
There’s a ton to taste in Yu Yuan, from affordable snacks to extravagant, full-fledged banquets.

As the pre-eminent Chinese cosmopolitan, Shanghai embraces a magnitude of dynamism and drama of which this large museum only captures a small fragment. And its attempt is remarkable. The third floor features an all-consuming hand-made model of the city, updated every year to account for its constant change. It is just incredible.

The Huangpu River (黄浦江) separates The Bund (外滩, Waitan) on the west bank from Pudong (浦东)on the east bank.
A ramp encircles the intricate model, for your viewing pleasure.
Lit in blue light is the downtown area. Concentric rings of roads and freeway provide access. Ultimately the subway and bus system prove to be how most get around town.

The Transportation Floor

My personal favorite floor is the fourth, dedicated to the Shanghai transportation. Systematically, it accounts for all modes of movement, from pedestrian to bike to bus & rail to taxi to private vehicles to ferries to ships to airplanes. The lighting takes the form of its subway line map. Its position in “the sky” is homage to its value in society, “illuminating” all that people can see and do in the city. The graphics are colorful and the facts practical and delivered in a friendly manner, conveying with clarity a system that is meant to reach quantifiable benchmarks of service. The visual language of the transit system is borrowed, to guide the viewer through the exhibition.

The Shanghai bus system is swift, with high frequency, arriving every 5 minutes during peak travel times in the downtown areas. They move in and out of bus-only lanes. Onboard announcements of key bus stops are in Mandarin, Shanghainese, and English.
Exhibition detailing the growth of public transportation use in Shanghai
Drawing the relationship between population and the supply of road space and the options of modes of transportation from 1940 to 1917.
Aside from human movement, freight is a huge part of the transportation system and consideration.

Everyone’s a Seasoned Transit Rider

The Shanghai mass transit system not only is the backbone of getting around town for everyone, it also helps people map the city in their minds, even in this phone-addicted era. The average Shanghainese’s awareness of the mass transport system is enough to give rescue to a lost tourist. In fact, while at Yu Yuan, we asked a man how to get to the neighborhood of our hotel by bus, and the location of its nearest stop. He told us without hesitation: the 93 or the 209 buses up the street through three intersections and hang a right. Another notable commentary is the average Chinese person’s idea of “walkable distance.” Often, they’ve described a destination as a “short jaunt away” which, in real terms, was 1 to 1.5 miles away. Your average Angeleno would freak out at this interpretation.

Transportation as Part & Parcel of the Larger Urban Design

The exhibitions demonstrated that the boundaries between transportation, commerce, private vs. public space, natural resources, and population are porous, illustrating a compelling complexity of the inter-dependencies. In fact, the information seemed to settle on the fact that population is the main driver of infrastructure development in Shanghai. According to the exhibition, the population of official residents will be capped at 2,500,000 which should be reached by 2035. The birthplace of the One-Child policy, China would naturally carry out such a population containment mandate in its biggest cities. Nonetheless, it aims to ensure a certain quality of life for both individual and city.

I can appreciate that the urban planners and government of Shanghai invested in exhibition design and curation to declare these bold goals and plans, and make the effort to endow the public with this knowledge. Again, back to that fateful night in San Francisco, I think it is important to make visible the invisible workings of the city so that people know what it takes, can appreciate the quiet and constant effort, and ultimately, pitch in when their participation is needed.

Designations of minimal urban amenities per resident

Fosun Foundation (复星中心)

Fosun is an international corporation based in Hong Kong. Like so many lucrative, large companies, they set up foundations for public benefit. Here in Shanghai, the Fosun Foundation is a museum featuring rotating art and culture exhibitions, such as the Tiffany’s show which we caught.

Fosun Foundation, which is located on the southern stretch of the Bund, in the Design Center.

I’m not even a fan of jewels and diamonds. At first, I was disappointed to find out this subject of the show but my dad is ticket trigger-happy so before I could protest, he had already purchased admission. I’m glad he did! My disappointment quickly dissipated when I saw the stellar quality of the exhibition design. It was sublime and received international rave reviews. Every room is uniquely designed with attention detail, right down to the tiny, pin-prick lights that preside over each piece of jewelry in their cases.

The star of the show was the yellow diamond. A giant thumb-sized rock enchained with more diamonds.

My favorite exhibition hall, this room featured deep, Tibetan chants with electronic percussion, like sounds from the center of the earth where diamonds are forged. The display cases undulated. They were not flat. At either ends the cases contact perpendicularly walls of mirrored glass, so the perception is that the waves extend to infinite on either end, like the looping music. Even the matte black walls of the room are faceted and not flat.
The jeweled artwork rests on shards of black carbon. Overhead, motion graphics of chrystalline facets float slowly and ceaselessly, forming new configurations.

I will forever remember this show for its craft, thought, and beauty — all exuding with generosity. The exhibition captures what I believe design is at its best: a multi-sensorial aesthetic experience in which communication, education, and pleasure emulsify into one cohesive delivery.

Ancient city of Dujiangyan (都江堰)

I’m on vacation with my parents Sichuan Province, China. They love marauding for tales of the past and for delicious eats. I tag along for the surprise, and this visit to Dujiangyan definitely qualifies. We arrived from Sichuan’s main metropolis, Chengdu, via long-distance bus in less than an hour’s time. (You can actually also get there by subway but there are few scheduled runs.)

Though nearby, the environment feels totally different here. For one, nature abounds! The rivers that run through it are turbulent, alive, and the color of creamy jade. The bridges are richly adorned, oft bedecked with carved halls and terraces — clearly the residents’ ode to their relationship with the waters below.

View near the entrance of the Dujiangyan historical irrigation site.

Everyone here is super chill and nice: Smiles and patient advice are delivered generously. It is said that the taming of this river blessed all of the residents with a more relaxed outlook on life. The people here openly welcome domestic and international tourists who come alone or in caravans of tour buses to see Dujiangyan, this UNESCO World Heritage site. How did folks here turn out to be so exceptionally nice and knowledgeable?

It is said that this region had a significant transformation 2,250 years ago. Established before 250 BC, when China, was just getting consolidated into one empire (the Warring States Period), a notable example of irrigation infrastructure was brought into being by the then governor of the region, Li Bing (李冰), and his son.

map of Dujianyan site
Foldout of the tourist brochure, showing the entire irrigation system site.

The river that ran through this farming village would swell ferociously every year, wiping out everything beyond its banks. The floods hampered the village’s ability to grow into a productive agricultural and economic center, and stressed out everyone.

As the largest tributary of the Yangtze River, the Min River brought lots of silt and sediment each time it swelled, exacerbating its magnitude of damage in future occurrences. Attempts to mitigate it failed until finally, the Qin Dynasty King at the time, 秦昭襄王, awarded Governor Li this task of figuring out a way to control the floods. He also gave him a huge budget.

Li could’ve perfunctorily built a dam, which may or may not have worked, and, in fact, several unsuccessful dam designs preceded him. Having an engineering background, he conducted a thorough study of the local snowmelt phenomenon, which led him design a different solution: splicing the river and creating channels in specific locations that diverted the floodwater to other parts when they accumulate above a certain level. This way, the water was kept within its banks and the excess was used for irrigation. Creating this system was a monumental task because tools were pretty basic back then. There was only manual strength as gunpowder had not yet been invented. The river water is fresh snowmelt and therefore freezing cold. No one in China had ever created a flood control/irrigation system like this before.

But before he could even embark on the engineering, some “community outreach and engagement” issues had to be addressed. The Shu tribe who resided in the area saw the river as an omnipotent deity and lived in fear of it, even drowning two Shu girls in the river each year as human sacrifices. They would never dare to support an intervention of altering this sacred river. Such an attempt would not only be crushed by the river deity but would rile its immense and deadly rage.

Governor Li and his staff figured out a creative mythical performance and stunt to subdue this fear and earn the Shu people’s conviction that he was a sort of Chosen One. Steven Mithen, in his book, Thirst: For Water and Power in the Ancient World tells the full story.

Once the public confidence was earned and the crucial human workforce promised, innovative engineering methods had to be devised in order to realize this masterplan design. For example, a channel had to be carved out of the side of a mountain which was entirely of rock. How did they do it without dynamite? By exposing them to extreme heat and cold over and over again, they were able split these boulders and rocks. They would burn wood and grass into every crevice to heat up these big rocks, then subject them to the icy water, in repetitive succession. They fissured and the workers chiseled away the debris. It worked!

An artificial island needed to be built in the middle of the river with a pointed tip that would split the oncoming flow in two. At first, rocks thrown into the middle of the river, no matter how large, would just get washed away. Finally, they devised a successful means: tubes of river rocks bundled together with woven bamboo strips.

At the confronting tip is a massive concrete and stone protuberance named Fish head or Yutou (鱼头) and is quite the tourist site today at Dujiangyan. It is magnificent to see in action.

The Yutou is visible on the right from this view, taken from the tower balcony.

To prepare the secondary “alternate route” for the river, Li’s team had to create dykes and levees to block and contain the water during this process. Again, the invented river stone bundles were implemented and held in place by three-legged bamboo “easels.” Some are on display today.

an image of the bamboo tripods and stone bundles
Example of the structures actually used for dyke and levee construction.
They were installed by the hundreds.

To allow foot-traffic access to and from the island, a rope bridge connected it to north and south banks. The suspension bridge has been reconstructed numerous times over hundreds of years. Walking across the clacking wooden planks held together by thick rope, you’d think it was the original but this one is only the latest rendition of a few decades ago. True to spirit, crossing it feels ancient and unlike any modern bridge.

The moist fog and the dense forest setting made the setting so pleasant and the scenery so atmospheric and romantic. You can see nearly the entire levee system. Only the irrigation channel that was dug into the facing mountains was nestled out of sight. I wanted to see this too but the Anlan Bridge access to that side has not been restored, preventing pedestrian access.

On the other hand, once onto the south bank, you can hike to several temples, towers, and monuments, including the stately Erwong Taoist Temple.

One of two major temples at Dujiangyan.
A field of marigolds with temple in the distance.
We only reached Qinyan Tower.

Being that my parents are both in their 70s, we didn’t venture all the way to the temples. Instead, we zigzagged our way up steep stone stairs for 20 minutes to the Qinyan Tower and contented ourselves with this feat by admiring the views from its balconies.

To this day, Governor Li remains the hero of Dujiangyan. My parents and I strolled across the South Bridge (南桥) to the Old Town streets chock full of eateries and shops and graced with distinctive water channels.

The entrance to the South Bridge (南桥 or “Nan Qiao”), completed in 1878, severely damaged in the Wenchuan earthquake of 2008, and subsequently restored.
The South Bridge is an arcade structure with brush paintings and poetry in calligraphy written on the ceilings and walls inside. At night, colored lights transform its appearance.
Here I am, on the bridge. Famous traditional poems, paintings, and motifs are on the interior surfaces. The flooring is hard dense wood.

On the other side of the bridge is a historical shopping center. Roads, sidewalks and buildings remain largely true to the past.

exposed gutter system of riverwater overflow looks beautiful
When the rivers rise to a certain point, water is siphoned off in a myriad ways, including through exposed channels along streets. They are beautiful to see. The channel beds are of sand and stone, allowing for irrigation and permeability into the soil below.

The city has installed wall etchings of old photos of this same street 100 years ago. They were mesmerizing to stumble upon.

Illustrated walls like this one are hidden and scattered throughout the old town, ready to surprise and intrigue pedestrians. In this one, you see the Tibetan trader with his yaks coming into town (on the left) and merchants conducting trade on the right. Everyone looks so thin! Life must’ve been harder back then.

Among these surprise visual accounts of history were reliefs, carved narratives, depicting Li Bing and his teams subduing the Min River.

carved stone relief of men digging into the water.
The throwing of numerous bundles of rock into the water to create an island.
The throwing of numerous bundles of rock into the water to create an island.
Carved stone relief of men digging into the water

I noticed the stain of grid on the artwork and suspected that it was the result of being boarded up for its protection during the Chairman Mao years. At that time, citizens and Red Guard destroyed as much evidence as they could of ancient and imperial China as part of the Cultural Revolution. This beautiful stonework record would’ve fallen victim to the rash tempers of history had not earnest hands swiftly shielded them. Today, the blemishes only augment impressions of past dramas and triumphs that have swept through Dujiangyan, with promises of more to come.

After much walking and hiking, we took advantage of the eateries in the nearby Old Town. Condiments (such as Sichuan peppercorn and all kinds of mushrooms and root vegetables preserved with it) as well as ready-to-eat foods abounded. It was both a tourist and local hotspot. A great way to refuel.

Different foods but all spicy.
Steamed buns made from various coarse grains, fresh hard-boiled eggs, and steamed dumplings.
Steamed buns, corn cobs, sweet potato, and sausage links.
My parents enjoying Dan Dan Noodles, a local classic.
Fresh tofu being made right before your eyes.
Chicken wrapped and fired in clay. The clay also keeps it warm until you are ready to eat it by cracking it open with a metal spoon. Very juicy.
foggy view of Dujiangyan
Mysterious and exciting, as I will remember Dujiangyan.

The Beauty of Age

I am turning 44 years old in August. As of last Wednesday, my spiritual, youthful buoyancy was superseded by the reality of my evident “tree rings.” Somehow, I suddenly felt the weight of my age. I was no longer young, no matter how you cut it or how I attempted to coax, fool, or delude myself.

This made me sad.

Very sad. Depressed, in fact.

How I have relied on my smile and charms in times of strife and stress, and now they evanesce like a springtime flower under the indiscriminate beating of the sun. How some women have felt compelled to tie their identity to it and work so hard to cling to the vestiges of yesteryear’s dewiness, whether from botox injection to rigorous pilgrimages to gym workouts to even just additional coats of foundation.

I am not hopeful enough to adopt these strident measures but look deeply inside for a some other way to face the inexorable/regrettable. (We all must do it in different ways. Denial is also a way too!)

And then I thought about all of the great women who I admire in my life. Never was the admiration pinned to their external veneer, but to the energy and wisdom that they imparted to those around them. I think specifically of the great creative and my former boss, Deborah Sussman.

Having had the honor to attend her memorial service at LACMA in 2015, I bore witness to the ethereal transformation of her being from physical form into transcendent energy. Each person who spoke about her referred to her in the present, as if she were still here, because she is, and with certainty that what she offered was still genius and true. Her exterior had simply become too limited to hold the spirit that she had accreted. She needed to be everywhere.

With this reminiscence, I understand now how feminine beauty transforms with age. In youth, we must experience and surmount so that in later years we can radiate all the strength and insight that we have gathered.

Here are some recordings from Deborah’s Memorial to share with you, so you can get a better idea:

Paul Prejza, Deborah’s husband

Leslie Gallery, friend

David Meckel, colleague

LA Design Festival: Affordable Housing in LA today

This past Saturday, June 23, I attended one of a plethora of free lectures and tours offered in conjunction with the 2019 LA Design Festival. TALK: New Vision for LA x Designing Our Future featured a panel of Elizabeth Timme, co-director and architect of LA-Más and Jim White, Founder of “Home for Good” were moderated by Michela O’Connor Abrams of MOCA.

On the event webpage, the presentation is described as:

… how design thinking is positively informing civic planning…thought-provoking discussion about how creative collaborations are reshaping the future of Los Angeles and how you can be a part of it.

Elizabeth Timme is knowledgeable in a pragmatic way, twitching with intensity as she names a litany of agencies, partner contractors, and regulations vis-à-vis specific projects at high velocity. Jim White is a human resources executive at an entertainment company. Also a real estate investor on the side, he sees the cost of space in this city and how the overall real estate market makes it prohibitively expensive for those with moderate incomes. He also states that the cost of public assistance to the homeless (those without a fixed residential addresses) is exorbitant and wasteful. The money is better spent getting people into affordable or free housing, so they can start and benefit from treatment for whatever their ailments. Uncanny how he is able to translate humanitarian need into fiscal cost-effectiveness.

I thought this panel presentation was going to be on strategies of public engagement, public-private partnerships, and the image of the urban future. It was… and squarely in the domain of the cascading homeless crisis and the lack of social structures for mitigating, moreover eliminating it.

White talked about advocacy groups, including Everyone In LA, and the need for policy improvements while Timme spoke about the more telluric processes: community outreach, engagement, awareness, and navigating the multiplex of government regulation and contractor partnerships to forge new solutions for this housing issue.

The conversation found its plateau around ADU’s (Accessory Dwelling Units or “Granny Flats”) as a viable means of increasing Section 8 housing density in existing neighborhoods around transit hubs, without displacing longtime residents and houses. The triangle of daunting city permit acquisitions, rocketing marketplace prices, and well-meaning homeowners but who cannot stomach the $115K design/construction cost to convert their garages into ADU’s continue to be a barrier.

Both speakers recognized that easy access from housing to transportation is crucial to getting people back on their feet again. White said he takes the Metro 10 Local everyday to and from work, and asked for a show of hands of how many in the audience of 50 have never taken Metro bus or rail. Only one sheepishly raised her hand. Timme said transit must be more frequent in order to become a reliable mode. Transportation and housing remain inextricably intertwined basic necessities.

It seemed to me that these procedural and cost issues were overshadowing another huge obstacle: “homed” people don’t trust homeless people. As a mass transit employee, I have witnessed time and time again how drivers are skittish about trying mass transit and the attendant sharing of space with strangers. The fear of strangers looms large. Between personal vehicles and single-family homes encircled with fences, this very notion of personal possession or property has cultivated a very staunch private bubble mentality. To share means to pop that bubble — and that is a terrifying, unacceptable notion to many. Timme deemed this issue as “fringe” and collateral, as something that we need to move beyond, but I wouldn’t downplay the magnitude of social-psychological shift required to get us all into the necessary sharing and caring way of life. Many are still unapologetically myopic and peering out with parochial vision— and that is a BIG problem.

And I’m not sure where the “design thinking” figured into this talk beyond creative partnerships and pricing. If there was a mention of design, it was in the context of Timme lamenting the bane of Dwell magazine-type ADU. Stark, graphic and minimalist, these coveted mini-homes are realized at no small cost. These ADU’s become jewels of affluence rather than mitigation measures for affordable housing.

Can design become populist? Where is accessible, functional, beautiful design in the context of affordable dwellings near mass transportation? When does beauty and ease of function become an everyday enjoyment for everyone? Or, to put it bluntly, why does the financially accessible option have to be boring or ugly?

I hope next year, the Design Festival tackles the headier issues of how design both perpetuates and redefines aesthetics of class and power. As I strolled around The Row after the lecture, I was impressed by how the Brutalist concrete panopticon (the abandoned shell of the former American Apparel factories) has been re-appropriated for boutiques, a chocolatier, and restaurants. The veneer of the redesign is nearly transparent. The site of blue-collar working class industry is now the playground of the amply endowed. Our ability to embrace and mix up the different design vocabularies across classes gives me hope that we can do it in other essential aspects of life too, from housing to transportation to social relationships.

How You Get There is Everything

How you travel is like how you eat. We in LA have a tendency to eat this same meal everyday: Pulling out car keys and driving. There are actually way more travel options out there—each with its own tradeoffs. Being intentional about them can maximize reward for you and everyone else.

The Destination

One Saturday morning, I had to get to Plaza del Valle in Van Nuys for a Metro community event. Two journey options: one achievable in 28 minutes by car and the other, 1.5 hours by transit, bike, and walking.

 I chose the latter.

Why? These were my goals:

  1. To experience for the first time the phenomenon of a bus-only lane, the Metro Orange Line.
  2. To give the air quality a break.
  3. To get an up-close tour of neighborhoods new to me.
  4. To relax and leave the driving to a pro, and avoid affliction with road rage.
  5. To have an adventure.

Connecting to the First Ride on Bike

Off I sped, on my bike from home in East Pasadena to Raymond Avenue and Walnut in old town. One beat after my bike lock clicked into place, the bright orange of the 501 Metro Express from Pasadena to North Hollywood bus loomed on the horizon. The actual stop was only ten paces away, which I covered with an alacrity that, I would soon discover, is essential to getting around LA on mass transit.

Metro 501 Express

The speed of the 501 on the 134 East at 9AM on a Saturday morning is totally impressive. Metro express buses are fantastic at $2.50 paid with a TAP card. With free wifi onboard and plentiful seating, my satisfaction became pure delight when we rolled into North Hollywood Station’s lot a mere 20 minutes later. 

Metro Orange Line

At North Hollywood, I caught the Orange Line for the first time. I was practically shocked by its frequency and the pleasantness of traveling in a bus-only lane. It’s like the express but also secluded from car traffic and parallel only with walkways and verdant foliage. About 15 minutes later, I arrived in Van Nuys, where I would wait 10 minutes for the 233 Local bound for Pacoima. The fares for these connections are no additional charge if you paid for your initial ride with a TAP card and the connections occur within two hours.

Metro Local 233

Now, taking Metro Local buses, here’s a different experience: this is about slowing down and zeroing in on a neighborhood. The storefronts whizzed by through the windows: auto shops, neverias, pawn shops, mom and pop taquerias, county aid offices — signs of a neighborhood trying to get a foothold on LA life in its own way. Engrossed in studying the surroundings, I overshot my stop and would have to backtrack three miles.
Arrival Info Apps

My Transit app and Google both said the wait for the next bus would be ten minutes but, even after three minutes, the apps remained steadfast at ten minutes. It took 15 minutes for the bus to come. None of the buses have a  digital map onboard that shows where you are on the route, at any given time. Furthermore,  the apps don’t have a way to tell you where to get off the bus. You just end up having to look out the window and count the stops very carefully. 

Civic Engagement Event in Van Nuys

Without going into too much detail on the Van Nuys new light rail line, pedestrian walkway, and bike path improvement public engagement event at my destination (which was a blast and such an improvement over typical civic meetings, the details of which I wrote into a report for my Metro work), I’ll just say that taking Metro there gave me an authentic and insightful exposure into the people, cityscape, and overall vibe of Van Nuys Boulevard. I certainly would not have gotten that if I had driven there. 

The Return Trip

The ride back was not bad. The 233 arrived just like the Transit App said it would. However, when I got to North Hollywood, the app said that I had an extra ten minutes before the 501 would depart for Pasadena but, to my alarm, I spotted it pulling away from the stop and already exiting the bus terminal. OMG WTF! 

Remember the essential alacrity that I mentioned earlier? This is it. Recalling that the 501 took Lankershim Boulevard on the way over, I knew that it would take it going back. I bolted down the street. Fortunately, the 501 was hindered by a series of red lights behind me, but soon enough I was neck and neck with it at the last intersection preceding its last stop. 

Of course the bus got there before for I did, but not by long. The bus operator held as I ran up. Breathless, I put placed my fare card on the farebox TAP validator. 

Was it Worth it?

Yes, since I wanted the journey to be part of the destination. 

We can each have this adventure if we choose our transportation modes thoughtfully!

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Landfill & Sewage Plant Tour

This past Saturday morning until noon, my friend Michael and I, along with about 100 others of all walks, participated in a public tour led by the Los Angeles County Sanitation Districts at Puente Hills Landfill and San José Creek Water Reclamation Plant.

People in a long line getting ready for tour.

I was very excited to attend this tour because, five years ago, I worked with Los Angeles County Department of Public Works (LADPW) on a publication called the Countywide Siting Element, an integrated waste management plan for the County’s 10.16 million residents. The document made it clear that the County was running out of local landfill space. That time has now arrived. It had all been in the abstract until now.

The Landfill Tour

Puente Hills Landfill, the largest in the USA at 600 acres across and up to 500 feet deep, is now closed and no longer receiving dumps. The trash items are encased in a concrete-lined basin and buried at least five feet deep in soil. No water penetrates it. You can see a tree-studded mountain off of the 60-freeway.

It looks very natural but as you get closer, you see that the trees are all non-native: figs, eucalyptus, and myrtles, with pipes, full of liquid leakage or methane emissions from the trash, weaving among the tree trunks. You can also see croppings of mysterious tanks and pumps throughout the mountainside. Nonetheless, there are plans to transform it into a public park.

Row of heavy duty tanks surrounded by trees and foliage.

The methane leads to a furnace where it is burned and the heat is used to create electricity. Water is used to cool down the air from the energy conversion and the vapor is released through these stacks.

Large industrial towers releasing vapor into the air.

At the foot of the mountain is a giant warehouse, the size of which I’ve never seen so large in my life. The big trash trucks departing from them, after unloading, look like tiny dots.

Nearly aerial view of a humongous boxy warehouse-like plant at the foot of Puente Hills.

Inside, each truck must pay depending on what it is dropping off and how much. The types of trash are sorted into much more specific categories than just “recycling.” For example: wood, concrete, produce, paper, glass, etc.

Sorted trash in giant piles and bins inside the building.

After sorting and breaking down the categories of trash, they are either sold or transported by truck or train to distant processing sites.

The Sewage Tour

San José Creek water reclamation services existed before Puente Hills Landfill became a thing. It is the oldest sewage processing plant in LA County and a large one too. Check out these buttons. They don’t make them like this anymore!


Today, the largest one is right next to the coast, in Carson, the Joint Water Pollution Control Plant.

San José Creek Plant alone process some 100 million gallons per day. Sometimes, more sewage arrives than can be processed, particularly during storms. In such cases, the raw sewage goes straight into the ocean. A new plan, the Clearwater Project, will have large pipes built and installed into the Pacific, sending sewage a few miles out before it is released into the ocean, so it is away from the coast.

While this preserves the quality of water along the beaches and coastal properties, it does also send a bit of the wrong message: Out of sight, out of mind.

Not today — raw sewage is gross!


Our guide and Sanitation employee told us about the three stages of sewage processing. He said this is basically nature’s own process — accelerated.

Illustrated graphic of sewage processing.
  1. Primary – Raw sewage in tanks, settling beneath closed metal doors. Our guide opened some for us to see. It was too dark to see and the smell was too strong to approach.
  2. Secondary- The debris in the water is digested by the same kinds of microbes in your intestines. The liquid is exposed to the air to enable further breakdown through natural processes. The odor is strong but less so.
  3. Tertiary – The water goes through intense sediment filtration and becomes clear.

Our guide let us know that this water was clean enough for gardening and for washing our hands. He passed around a flask of this water and poured it over open palms of the audience. He also told us that about 1 billion of the world population is drinking water less clean than the tertiary grade.

The residual solids separated from the water are hauled to distant sites to be transformed into fertilizer. In fact, you may know the brand Kellogg from Home Depot’s nursery section (not the cereal brand). H. Clay Kellogg took the solids from sanitation filtration and transformed it into agricultural and residential garden fertilizer in the 1920s, launching his successful business.

Adjacent to the plant, concrete-lined San Jose Creek finds new life through the reclaimed water.


Over 50% of LA’s water is from Sacramento and from the Colorado River. With those sources reducing their exports to LA, we need to curb water waste and, when it does rain, let rainfall recharge our groundwater sources. This means letting it drain into the soil rather than let it run off into the sea.

As we face a city and world that are stretched thin for resources and changing as a result human impacts, what struck me the most during the tours was how much fuel and energy we are expending to manage waste. A toilet flushed in Pasadena must travel through a network of pipes to reach Whittier to be processed. Trash collected from a residential bin from Monrovia travels 30 miles in a heavy diesel truck to be sorted and then put on a diesel train to be hauled to Mesquite Canyon Landfill in the Mojave Desert. We are compounding our waste.

Some ways to conserve resources would be:
1. Worm-composting kitchen scraps. You can use the resulting fertilizer for your vegetable garden too.
2. Installing rain catchment bins and cisterns around buildings.
3. Building bioswales into garden landscapes. Grow native plants.
4. Recycling clean recyclable materials.
5. Buy only what you need and making it last.
6. Avoid single-use items.
7. Know what are poisonous chemicals and toxic materials and dispose of them responsibly.

Death Valley National Park

The desert is a strange place. It is where the hardiest of creatures can live and the rest just die trying.

Mostly dry pale desert with a little bush.

A few Saturdays ago, I bit down on a long-lived desire to visit Death Valley. I recall my elementary school days, in geography class, seeing its outstretched name over a big swath of eastern California. Its largesse and meaning stoked a quiet terror in me. As an adult who”s been to Joshua Tree several times and a friend of a Coachella native, Michael, I”ve actually grown fond of the desert and have come to see the faded greens and strewn rocks as a fertile ecosystem for the small, stern survivalists on this planet. That which once inspired fear now inspires mesmerization.

Paper map of our itinerary. There is no cell phone signal in the park.

Along the nearly 300 miles from Pasadena to Death Valley Junction, we encountered scattered settlements, towns anchored by familiar chainstores, conspicuous federal infrastructure facilities, and abandoned commercial enterprises riddled with graffiti. The latter fascinated us. They are remnants of grandiose dreams of vacation oases and of metaphysical healing spas for fleeing urbanites, now left to weather under an unswayed sun and through the erosion by prolific vandals.

The Amargosa Opera House features Marta Beckett performing nearly nightly, as she has done for over 40 years.

The Amargosa Opera House also offers hotel rooms, and the peeling paint gives it distinction.

That kind of visionary”s mirage is also what brought Death Valley into the collective consciousness — through mining. 10,000 of them. From borax to gold. All and all, unsuccessful with priceless costs. In the end, humans” attempt to claim nature”s gifts evolved into nature reclaiming her own gifts for humans to awe.

Dune-like hills, with the namesake''s dusted with darker dirt, as if chocolate-dipped.

In the four hours that we had at DV, before heading back, we saw quite a few sites and realized that we would need to return again one day to see more.

1. Zabrinskie”s Point

2. DV Museum

3. Artist”s Palette

4. Badwater

There was a contemporary look to this stripped down, minimalist, barren scene. The nearly consistent light beige of the mounds and the hazy sky united in visual harmony. I remarked to Michael that this looked like an art exhibition, or that today”s art more and more takes note from the desert. I can”t tell if its minimalism is post-apocalyptic or pre-civilization. Well, if you ask Earth, these are one in the same, I guess!

These colorful mountains showcase the variety of mineral deposits.

I longed to see the real Artist”s Palette, after seeing a bunch of heavily photoshopped versions online. And here it was, at the most ideal viewing time of the day, sunset. The mountains swirled with color like a Rite Aid ice cream flavor. Artist”s Drive must”ve been the inspiration for Big Thunder Mountain at Disneyland. The roads dipped, swooped and turned in extremes in characteristic ways. Every turn brought another array and display of color in these barren mountainsides.

Salt-crusted shallow lake that stretches to infinite on each side.

Close up of salt crust.

Michael strolling salted pathway

\r\nA display of tectonic dynamism, examples of undulating, collapsed and tossed masses of landscape of towering proportions, striated with multi-hued minerals variegated our every vantage point. I have never seen such extreme and stark tectonic results. A single stripe of color, a strata of rock layer, was visible across a range of mountains: at first horizontal, then zigzagging up and down, and finally ending up vertical — all denoting the kinds of buckling, bunching and colliding of earth that needed to happen in order to create it. The mountains were like frozen tsunamis of rock looming above us. None of it looked friendly but all of it was awesome. Nothing was gentle about this landscape. Its magnitude and grandeur conjured the greatest orchestral pieces in Michael”s synesthetic mind. As we left, the sun sank over the highest peaks. Haze shrouded the day and shut out all light at night. Outside my car, you could not see anything beyond one foot”s distance. It was dead silent and pitch black. For Michael, this totality summoned the most striking moments of every horror film he had ever seen (and that was a lot). For me, my backpacker”s wonderment was piqued by the extraordinariness of this phenomenon and the ecological qualities it afforded, especially in contrast to those heavily influenced by human activity. What a luxury this place is to nocturnal animals with supersonic senses and night vision. It is totally unpolluted by noise and light. I could indulge myself in this imagination, only because our paper map assured us that we were on the correct route!

The night was total pitch darkness, as if we were in outer space.

Trepidation gave way to voracious hunger when the sparkle of city lights appeared in the windshield. At this point, Michael released a breath of relief, reassured by these beacons of civilization, and for second, we shared the probably the same sentiment as our ancient ancestors returning from a long wilderness journey on a much less human-inhabited earth, heartened to see the distant flicker of the tribal bonfire. It is a prehistoric feeling.It was nearly 9pm. How early all of the restaurants close in the desert! We drove all of the way to Barstow before stopping at an In-N-Out with copious seating for perhaps 70 but occupied by a motley 15. I regained vitality first with a hot chocolate while Michael went straight for the fries and burger. After refueling both the car and ourselves, I said to Michael, you can sleep now. I”ll drive. He said no. He would stay up and DJ an 80s playlist because our spirits still needed fueling. We sang to young Madonna, The Jets and Janet Jackson during this final stretch. Before we knew it, the 210 junction appeared and the whole day felt a lot like a dream.

The night was total pitch darkness, as if we were in outer space.

Honestly, this trip should really be made in a minimum of two days, with overnight camping in the park. There was so much left to see, including the dunes, the canyons, and the kilns. DV also features an impressive Visitors” Center and Ranger Station, with a comprehensive museum and screening room about the history of the park. We had had to race through the exhibitions and forego the film. Many visitors were inside, including those in line for Wilderness Permits for backcountry backpacking. We did it all in one long day. Too much! It was more of a charter expedition to scope out the territory for a more in-depth and extended journey in the future. Rangers said that November is usually and ideal time to visit.

Graph showing the older you get, the more it hurts to have an adventure, but you are in denial and you still do it.

Sequoia National Park

I needed to hit reset by way of adventure, nature, and novelty. It”s so weird that I could actually achieve that in such a short period of time! I”m spending my night at home now, typing on my laptop on the dining table, even though the morning of this very day began atop the Sierras hundreds of miles away. Such is the phenomena of modern life.

Topo map of Lakes Trail

Active Transportation

For a mere nine miles, I was my own transportation: these two 42-year-old limbs. It had been a good long while—decades for that matter—since I have done any significant amount of backpacking in the wilderness. While an undergrad at UC Berkeley, I had picked up the pastime, through a student activities organization on campus called Outdoor Adventures. This time, I was going to go backpacking alone for the first time, and for just one night on the Lakes Trail in Sequoia National Park. Destination: Emerald Lake.


Going at it alone does require additional precautions. I read up on it on the interwebs, and ended up bringing mace, per recommendation of this kindred spirit, Ali Gates.

But why even?

The winter had bestowed an unusual amount of precipitation upon the Sierras. My last trip to Yosemite after a markedly wet winter rewarded me with unforgettable views of swollen rivers and waterfalls and verdant foliage. I did not want to miss the opportunity this year to see the Sierras rehydrated after five years of drought, even if no hiking buddies had time to join me. Plus, the wilderness had been calling me for a long time, and this moment seemed like the right one to carpe diem.


Kaweah Oaks Campground sign

I shoved off from Pasadena midday on a Wednesday and got to Kaweah Oaks Campground in the town of Three Rivers about 3.5 hours later. During the trip-planning phase, I had discovered the Visalia Transit Sequoia Shuttle service, which stops at a handful of pick-up points between Visalia and Three Rivers and takes passengers to the Giant Forest Museum, the heart of Sequoia National Park. For a $7.50 each way, you can leave the 1.5 hours of driving up the windy, construction-ridden 53 miles to a pro. In a way, it was perfect, as the Three Rivers stop is at the town’s Historical Museum, just next door to Kaweah Oaks Campground. I paid the grounds manager an extra fee to leave my car in their shaded parking lot for the night I”d be tenting in the forest. Known as a “cyclist’s campground”, the outdoor lodging is perfectly no-frills. Capacious individual sites to pitch even Coleman-sized tents, plenty of water of the non-potable variety, a common port-o-let, and a common booth shower. If one truly is a cyclist camper, I noticed that each Sequoia Shuttle is also fitted with a rack to carry two bicycles.

Kaweah Oaks Campground, my site

That night, bats careened over me, as I walked in the dark from the sink and back to my tent. I prefer to exercise my natural night vision as much as possible, before resorting to the flashlight. It is amazing how many more details you see in your peripheral vision, without the harsh spotlight of a lightbulb. At first, I was a little leery, because I was the only guest at the campground, but by 9pm, company showed up, as in a couple with three coolers full of drink and victuals. They seemed jolly enough. I walked up and thanked them for their presence. They smiled and said no problem, as if there wasn”t ever anything to worry about.Across the street, behind the karaoke bar, the Kaweah River roiled and raged, emboldened by the meltdown of this year’s oversized snowpack. The snarls of current were ready to pull in anything that got close. The overlapping roars created a white noise, that drowned out any sudden sounds that might disturb sleep, if it weren’t for the nocturnal 85-degree heat. Without the respite of a breeze, I lay in my tent slightly sticky.

checkboxes of trail quotas at permit desk
checkboxes of trail quotas at permit desk
trail conditions at permit desk
Environment near the beginning of Lakes Trail

Somehow, I got through the night, precarious with a heavy-headedness the next morning. Let’s give this a good pour-over of freshly ground coffee beans and leftover Saag Paneer with brown rice from last night. Reheated on my compact MSR stove, it was supremely delicious, elevated by the magic seasonings of my extraordinary fatigue and hunger. Recounts of such details would often perplex or sadden my family members, prompting them to ask why I subject myself to such so-called miseries. In my perspective, these are the small sacrifices for larger gains which, in this instance, was the experience of being in the wild. Oddly enough, I also do achieve a re-calibration of my senses through operating close to baseline. For some, this may be deprivation but, a session of it can make you realize how little you need to feel sated and powered up for the next undertaking.

Swiftly, I refueled and packed up, shedding excess materials in my car and carrying the essentials in my internal frame pack, which also contained my sleeping bag, sleeping mat, and tent. As I waited at 6:50am at the Three Rivers Historical Museum for my shuttle ride, a man living in the house across the street walked over and told me that the shuttle is never quite on-time. Silver hair overflowed from underneath his sun-beaten baseball cap. Eventually, we started chatting about life in Three Rivers. He told me that the place had pretty much been caught in a time warp of the 1970s until recently, when milllenials from LA and San Francisco started coming in with their city cash, and driving up the cost of everything, especially property. As they are not showing signs of reproducing, and the native kids are growing up and moving out to the bigger cities, the class sizes at schools have continuously dwindled. He also said that these millenials imported with them their “city politics” and their liberalism. He said he’d rather take capitalism over Muslim proliferation, and at that point I interceded. Perhaps I was yet another manifestation of the liberalism of which he referred (I don’t know) but I suggested that unbridled capitalism is not the way to go. After all, even good old Sequoia National Park, the glory of Three Rivers and the balm of over-frenzied city dwellers like me, was on the chopping block, under the prevailing administration.

He paused, and said, ok, then we have to have a third choice of moderation. As I nodded in agreement, the shuttle pulled up and I waved goodbye to the conversant neighbor. Transferring to one of the free Seki local shuttles connecting the Giant Forest to Lodgepole Visitor Center, I would obtain the wilderness permit there for my Lakes trail. Since it was one of the few trails whose permit is only available on a first-come, first-serve basis, I wanted to maximize my chance of securing one by getting there as early as possible, which was, by now, 9AM. As luck would have it, Sierra Swinney, the ranger, assigned one to me for a fee of $15 and took notes on the description of my tent, pack, and emergency info. She also gave me the scoop on the trail conditions and the depth of the snow towards the lake. She had a natural and outdoorsy ruddiness, with glowing complexion and a lean strength to her build. Sierra assured me that it was safe for me to backpack solo and that, in fact, she has to backpack alone regularly on various trails for her job.I also rented a bear canister, where I would store my food that night in the forest. These sturdy bulky plastic cylinders have tops that pop open with a turn of a coin or screw driver. Bears cannot get them open no matter how they kick and bang them. Some forego using these and opt to do a bear hang instead, which is a method of hoisting the sack of food with a rope over a proper tree branch 15 feet off the ground. The only problem is, you may not have such the ideal tree branch arrangement where you set up camp.

Taking another Seki shuttle from Lodgepole to Wolverton trailhead, I unloaded even more excess baggage and left a cinch-sack full in one of the several bear lockers that every trailhead has. It’s always hard to figure out how much you’ll eat out there but, more often than not, you eat less than you think and you feel burdened carrying the leftover.

Hitting the Trail

Now, the pack weighed about 30 lbs, which is kind of a lot, especially considering how constant and difficult the ascent was. The trail started out with partial shade, surrounded by many decomposing fallen pines and firs, and dry, hot air, perfumed with sawdust smells. As I proceeded further, I neared creeks, which gave life to tall grasses and delicate blue belladonnas. The moisture cooled the air here. Butterflies of variegated colors and patterns fluttered. The nice relief countered the increasing difficulty of planting successive uphill steps. Along the trail, I sporadically crossed paths with other hikers of all ages and nationalities. Many were day-hikers, doing the roundtrip in one shot. There was also a solo backpacker lady returning from her trip, bouncing down rocks with contentment.

How could one not read the allegory in this backpacking trip? Life is like a long hike and we get so focused on executing the routine that we don”t lift our hands to take in the beautiful environment. It is like life in other ways too. Every time you reach a lake or a vista point, the anguish of the physical journey disappears instantly to make room for feelings of pleasure and joy. You become glad that you stuck it out to this point. It”s also like life in that responsibilities or chance may pull you in one direction or another.

I crossed babbling brooks and clambered over large fallen logs. Many rest stops slowed my ascent. As I got higher, more giant rocks appeared, which made breaks easier, as they helped prop up my pack and gave my bum relief on the cool granite surface. The proximity of rivers on this trail also made it convenient to refill bottles with water, filtered through my hiking pump. I was so thirsty, drinking lots of delicious cold water and passing it through in the form of profuse sweat. Too bad, I couldn’t take more pictures. One discovery during this trip was that my iphone is really just a gadget for the city. It is of no use in the wild. The battery drains quickly for some reason and none of the basic apps work. The best equivalents to carry into the forest are:

  1. Analog compass
  2. Topographic map (preferably of durable and waterproof material)
  3. Kinetic watch (such as a Rolex)
  4. A real camera

As I was panting up the steepest portion leading up to the ridge before Heather lake, I started to question my own competence as backpacker. Should I simply look now for my spot for the night? Would forcing myself forward only cause more problems, like getting a migraine that would jeopardize tomorrow’s return to Wolverton? Backpacking provokes substantive questions, as it is very analogous to life itself. The wilderness puts you in your place without fail, and you feel very small. At the same time, this sense of inconsequence empowers you to pursue joy. I watched a honeybee collecting copious pollen from a flower while another was riding her. Just at that moment, a descending hiker came into view. I asked him what the trail was like ahead and what wonderful things I could hope to see. He was smiley and encouraging, saying that the trail would get easier, the upcoming snow patches were manageable and that I had got to see the a spectacular sweep of the mountain range across the valley. Such sudden incidents of strangers appearing at cusps of surrender would recur.He was right. This is what I saw. I wish that I had enough juice in my iphone to record the sound. It was thunderous. Every so often, you would hear a pop as a new stream would burst through the snowpack and create another waterfall. I hung out for a while, wondering if this should be my final destination. The thickness and extent of the snow was formidable. While my hiking poles would help a lot and my boots were very solid and waterproof, I did not have snow shoes like the three young men did ahead of me. Smoothly, they proceeded into the engulfing whiteness.


Recalling traveling on snow during a past hike through the Anselm Adams Forest in Inyo National Forest, I remembered that it is much easier if you step into someone else’s footsteps. So, I decided to go for it — this time down the mountainside. Careful not to barrel forward and turn into a snowball, I leaned back a bit and planted my poles hard. There were a few unforeseen slips and falls but fortunately nothing major. The air was still warm, so I didn’t feel as cold as the scenery would suggest. At the foot of the descent, a brook ran, and there again, I would filter refreshing snowmelt and drink it with satisfaction.

View from above Heather Lake, before descent
where i set up camp

It is amazing to see how eagerly the new season of greenery takes root and sprouts. These little plants poke out of every patch of thawed earth. They don’t skip a second to start growing. The snow around the trees and rocks are the first to melt, and it was clear that many rivers gushed invisibly beneath the whiteness. You have to be careful to make sure not to sink and fall into one of those streams. If not a stream, there could be tangle of branches and rocks underneath that could really mess up your ankle or leg. Then, you’d have to contend with injury and immobility with no one to hear you and with freezing snow all around.

Just a few yards ahead was Heather Lake, half-frozen and mysteriously awesome. Of the three hikers ahead, one had already stripped down to shorts and got ready to jump into the chilly water. His shout was silenced by a splash. After a few seconds, he scrambled out, laughing. Without regret, he said he had become too dirty and sticky. He had to do it.

Frozen Heather Lake
Heather Lake reflection

I walked slowly around the perimeter of the lake, admiring the translucency of the lake’s water and the opacity of the remaining ice. The bordering mountainside blended into the floating whiteness. I could only imagine how wonderful it would feel to swim in it in about two month’s time.


At this point, I was dead tired. Heather Lake is 2,000 feet higher than the trailhead, which was already 4,000 feet above sea level. Plus, struggling through the snow takes up lots of upper body strength. The jury was done deliberating. The verdict was to set up camp on the next ridge, which divides Heather Lake from the valley adjacent to Emerald Lake, which would be surrounded by even more snow. Emerald, Aster, and Pear Lakes would all have to wait until another time.

where i set up camp

And it wasn’t bad either. To say the truth, the views from this ridge were stunning and immense.I started to set up my tent on the soft snow when two more hikers showed up, two young men who had the build of waterpolo players. They were wearing shorts, t-shirts, and mountain running shoes, and only carrying the most compact of backpacking packs. I said hi and asked them if they were cold. They looked at me incredulously and asked me why I wasn’t heading to Emerald. It’s only a mile or so away, they said. The forest clearly behold many animals, even a variety just within the human species. When I told them that I was exhausted, they hunted around for a better place for me to set up my tent and found one a bed of pine needles, softened by freezing and thawing and propped up by a single vigorous pine. No sooner did I thank them did they start skipping down the mountainside of snow. I relocated my gear and started to put together my kitchen, on a cluster of big rocks. It’s best to eat before sunset, as things get harder to see and the temperatures start to drop.

stove, fuel, cooking stuff

The good thing about camping around snow is that you don’t have to hike down to the river to get water. The water is everywhere! You just have to melt it. As I enjoyed a cup of green tea, I boiled more water to make mac-n-cheese from a box. Adding some real cheddar and powdered milk, I made it extra rich. It was soooo yummy! It was the most satisfying meal I’ve had in a long time. After eating a sizable serving, some celery and carrot sticks, an apple, and a piece of chocolate, I boiled yet more water for a sponge bath and finally completed the toiletry rituals. All food and fragrant things had to go into the bear canister, which got shut tight and crammed into a crevice. At last, I rolled into the tent about the same time that the last bits of light retreated from the sky. I spread out my spent limbs. The bed was so soft and relaxing. Sleep came in no time.


The next morning about 6am, bird chirps and the first sunrays woke me up. The bear canister was exactly as I had left it. My pots and cookware were undisturbed and now dry. I guess no quiet visitors came last night. That’s nice. Knowing that I had to catch the Sequoia – Visalia shuttle from Giant Forest in the late afternoon, I did not laze through the morning. A breakfast of fresh coffee, more mac-n-cheese (it was so good), and fruit materialized pretty quickly. I broke down the tent, consolidated all equipment and took a moment to make sure to leave no trace. This location had served me well and I gave it a little prayer of thanks.So longThe return hike up the mountain of snow was much harder than I thought. It’s like three steps forward and 2.5 steps worth of sliding back down. After trying this a few times, I realized that it would totally exhaust me without reward, so I devised another plan. Given that there were scattered dry spots, I made freestyle switchbacks between them and eventually zigzagged my way up the mountainside. The only problem was that now I was completely off the trail. I had no idea where it was anymore. Time to consult the compass and the map. Hmm, I could hike in the trail’s general direction. After about 200 feet of cutting through bushes and branches, the brightness of a magenta silk rose on the sunhat of a woman hiking with her husband caught my eye. I waved to her and shouted that I couldn’t find the trail. She stopped and pointed it out. All order was restored. They were heading in a different direction and zipped away. (I’m always impressed about how my presumptions about age and diminished vitality are continuously dashed.)

Giant Forest Grove

Hiking downhill was much easier than hiking uphill, though the knees and the quads work harder to stay engaged. Be that as it may, at last, I could thoroughly take in the scenic richness of this trail, without concentrating so much on breathing and energy flow. I saw fur-fluffed marmots, wild grouses, lots of chipmunks, and even a lithe doe, who carried on feeding upon moss without a care about my presence. The early morning and quietude offered so many precious encounters. On the way down, I met a solo hiker with a surfer”s aura in his late 40s, who proclaimed he was from San Diego and explained that he loved doing solo hikes, including 160 miles over nine days along the Pacific Crest Trail between Yosemite and Inyo. I asked him if he ever got nervous. He said that he trusted his judgement and found exceptional fulfillment in communing with abounding nature. He recommends it to anyone with the physical strength. I looked at his wiry and moderately muscular build, his wild hair, and the leatheriness of his skin. This guy was the real deal. Another remarkable variety of the human species.And it was Friday, the gateway to the weekend, and the stampede of hikers was on its way. For example, a 14-member squad of the Sierra Club hiked past me. Whole families with preteen kids, receiving hands-on inculcation into the ways of the outdoors. They are lucky!By 1PM, I arrived at Wolverton trailhead. Such a surprisingly quick trip back! I had to return my bear canister to Lodgepole and then go to Giant Forest to catch the Visalia shuttle, but greed, untamable greed, intercepted me and I hard-lefted to the Giant Forest grove to be surrounded by the Sequoia Trees. I’ve been to this park before, so I thought I could bypass this familiar grove but I still really wanted to see them one more time. It never ceases to amaze me how these powerful and gigantic creatures originated from a small seed in the soft earth. Over the course of thousands of years, they soar towards the sky. They are truly magnificent and mesmerizing, no matter how many times I see them. My silent reckoning with their telluric persistence seguéd to the brevity of my own, by comparison.

Back to Civilization

Alas, shuttle I must catch, and downhill to Three Rivers we rode. It was still hot as hell down there. Though initial plans involved staying one more night at Kaweah Oaks, I felt at this point I would much rather drive the three hours or so back home to Pasadena, take a shower, and sleep in my own bed. I did exactly that, passing by farmlands and fracking fields. It was weird to face the terrain of very evident human influence after being in the forest. I guess we need to do this to survive, or do we? As much as I tried to minimize waste and take public transportation at Seki, the ridiculousness of me driving 200 miles to a location, just to hike nine miles — it”s nuts. To make it worth it, I need to make it a longer trip next time, and bring friends. And that might even actually be more fun.

On Solo Backpacking

My assessment of solo backpacking now is that it is overall good. One must have one’s calm, wits and resourcefulness about herself. One must also be ready to carry slightly more weight than when hiking with another. I’d do this again sometime. As for the being able to touch the water, I went a little early. I think late August or September may be better, insofar as the rivers will not be so pernicious and of a more soothing temperature for a good swim.

AIGA 2016 Conference

Welcome spread in program book.AIGA Conference program, notebook, and my Metro mug.[/caption]Statement by Christopher Simmons, conference chair.Welcome spread in program book.

The AIGA decal on the glass entrance door at The Mirage hotel.
The AIGA decal on the glass entrance door at The Mirage hotel.
We”re in Las Vegas. The sun is setting, and peeks at us right above the horizon, blasting its honey rays through the full-length windows of gate C22 at McCarran Airport.I just wrapped up 3.5 days of the annual AIGA conference. Sadly, missed the Chuck D finale presentation for fear of not being able to pierce the thickening ring of security that was tourniquetting the roads and freeways to my outbound flight. The final Hillary vs. Trump presidential debate was taking place that night at nearby UNLV.The confluence of events may have been a coincidence but, by most indicators, this year”s AIGA Conference found a way and a need to grow in the midst of a barrage of uncertainties in the national landscape, the least of which was the shaping of our future presidential leadership.
Ken Carbone Election poster.
A series of posters designed for the conference and the impending election.
Sheep as people, wolves as governement poster. Voting is free while liberty lasts poster.From the outset, I was unprepared for the gush of show(wo)manship but then found my second wind or got high on my own greed. The event”s productions were immense and elaborate, with multi-level stages, three giant screens, music intro”s, and lighting design.Three screened stage in the conference. Lots of audience.And the presentations examined subjects as diverse as the speakers themselves. It seemed that AIGA wanted to offer something for every kind of designer. From the looks of it, about 700 people were involved, including attendees, organizers and speakers. The average attendee was a young woman, either a student or a neophyte of a design practitioner. For this reason perhaps, a number of presentations were pep-talks (i.e. AIGA Executive Director Julie Anixter’s opening speech, Alina Walker’s David Bowie presentation, Diógenes Brito and “Earning a seat at the table”, etc.). As part of the more veteran minority, I thought it was sweet.I attended none of the additional fee events because the “standard package” was already over-the-top — I mean literally: from 7:15AM until 10:30PM at night with 1-hour breaks in between for meals. The morning symposia occurred simultaneously so the selection was tough. Based on what I was able to attend, these were the main themes of the talks:Encouragement\r\n


  1. Equal pay and career opportunities for both genders.
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  3. Feed curiosity.
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  5. Have fun. Find audacity and fervor, exuberance, and personality to express through your work.
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  7. Dare. Don’t fear messing up. Learn from each mistake.
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  1. Don”t forget who the real clients are: the client’s customers.
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  3. Educate the client. Many don”t know what design is or what it can do for them.
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  5. Show empathy for the user.
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  1. Being ready to do your own research and not relying solely on the facts that the client has given you. It may not tell the whole picture. Initial research to inform the design project and then, follow-up assessment research on the performance of the final design in the environment and with the audience.
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  3. How to iterate quickly and productively.
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  5. Have a complementary practice outside of design, whether it is music, writing, and/or art. It”s a way of digesting one’s work and giving it inflection.
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  7. Be more than a traditional designer: Designer as content-maker, as programmer, as venture capitalist, as business manager, president of a school, as motivational speaker.
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\r\nThe jam-packed conference schedule.Vegas is an interesting place to have this AIGA conference. It can be seen as the epitome of all that design does not aspire to be: gaudy, excessive, contextually fragmented and jarring, a visual assault with lights and fire. While the The Strip entranced with its dazzle, the limpid swimming pool and jacuzzi taunted with its refreshment and the plethora of restaurants promised copious and savory offerings, I was here for design first, and relaxation second… Although nearly every one of the design presenters mentioned that having fun was the magic elixir of making great work!

View of the Mirage swimming pool from hotel window.
Too bad, pool only open from 9A to 6P.
Shiny colored metal Popeye statue by Jeff Koons at The Wynn.
Popeye statue by Jeff Koons on display at the neighboring Wynn hotel.
zipliners at night in the city.
Zipliners hurling through an upside-down half-pipe of an LED screen, a canopy over the new old downtown Las Vegas.
Vegas is also a uniquely fecund seed tray for fantasies, dreams, and alternate realities of all sorts, including the diaspora of notions contemplated throughout these three days. A metaphor that encapsulates its mystique was the nightly eruptions of the volcano at The Mirage, the location of this year’s AIGA action. An enormous, custom-made outdoor water feature of fiberglass boulders, pyrotechnics, and tribal percussive rhythms and toucan calls. It was tremendous, and impressive, not unlike the conference itself.The dormant volcano outside of the hotel and at night.Ok, perfect place for AIGA.Those who slept in registering for conference in hotel.The mornings from 9AM to noon held the symposia. On Monday morning, I kicked off with the Management Practice Symposium, on how to run (keep financially afloat) an independent design entity.Husband-and-wife leadership, Justin and Sarah Ahrens, of Rule 29 in Geneva, IL were rockin’ and talked about the push-pull between balancing the business’ revenue and expenses, and how to seek projects: some of the more creatively enticing ones may not be as lucrative as the cut-and-dry ones, but with a grasp of the business’ needs, a balanced design diet can be achieved. Harvest was their business software of choice. They also discussed the imperative of having an advisory team, consisting of a CPA, a lawyer, another creative professional, and a professor, with whom they check in on a quarterly basis. They addressed when it makes sense to hire freelance staff versus full-time staff. All of this to say that a pro-active business posture, with foresight and anticipation for future income and project types, is just better than a reactive one.What I appreciated about these two was their clarity, the abundance of memorable anecdotes, their willingness to use their mistakes to exemplify points, and the live performance of the jovial and respectful chemistry they have together.The value of a strong creative and financial partnership was echoed during our round-table with Ken Carbone of Karbone Smolan in NYC. Ken is a designer, artist, entrepreneur, rock guitarist, writer and educator. He is in charge of the creative and Leslie Smolan “knows how to make money.” They”ve been partners for 40 years. He credits her with being indispensable to the success of their firm. “How did you find her?” Another asked. Ken replied that it was pure fate. I”d say he must be a good judge of character!Ann Harakawa, Principal of environmental graphic design firm Two-Twelve, flavored the symposium with how to seek and prepare proposals for new projects, drawing the difference between public and private sector pursuits. She talked about how to get as much information as possible before embarking on one’s own submission of quals and how to figure out the secret of the budget. She also touched on the interview experience and, once short-listed, the negotiation rigamarole. All and all, one could extrapolate from her wisdom that advice is helpful but the ability to procure a project is a skill truly mastered through practice. Ann said that she’s had many failures and many a lesson learned from each one of them. Ann is both business leader and creative director of her firm, and a Yale classmate of my CalArts prof, Lorraine Wild.A photo of a projection showing the line-items of to prepare for an RFP.Linda Joy Kattwinkel and Shel Perkins talked about copyright and what of graphic design can be copyrighted and therefore compensate the creator. They even walked us through applying online for copyright and the careful language that must be used and what words must be avoided.So the morning started out with the hard facts of how to keep the lights on. The opening ceremony was to follow after the lunch break. After a series of celebratory intro’s from the leadership and organizers of the event, the speeches veered back towards more aspirational messages.As I absorbed the panoply, it became evident to me that design is a gaping broad gamut. We had Luke Woods of Facebook talking about user flow processes on mobile devices and Gemma O”Brien talking about mural-sized calligraphy. From appearances and from the nuts-and-bolts, these are like totally different professions. They seem like night and day but something links these disparate practices…what is it? I would propose two hypotheses:\r\n



    1. A deep interest in and commitment to the quality of the user”s experience. The emphasis was on knowledge-gathering to drive the design process. Several dealt with digging deep and investing significant time and creative measures just to find out what were the heartfelt issues that their audiences contend with.
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    3. Soft power. Design thrives in the world of soft power, of cultural permeation and evidencing behavioral change through persuasion (or dare I say inspiration) in contrast to force or coercion. While many businesses now grasp the strength of soft power, it”s something that still needs to be articulated and demonstrated to clients.
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\r\nEach designer”s approach was individual and distinct, with their specializations not exactly interchangeable but the commonality, the linchpin, seemed to be empathy. Hearing all of the presentation, I walked away with the question as to how do I engage empathy? What is my personal design approach for doing so, at least for right now?Designers can have different approaches at different points in our lives. The esteemed Paula Scher humbly looks back on her own and acknowledges that she”s lucky to be able to keep working in design at her age, when many contemporaries failed to maintain relevance. Her talk was framed around what I call Paula”s 10-Step Program to Staying Relevant as a Designer:Paula Scher at the podium.\r\n




      1. Think about and remember the pieces of design that inspired you to pursue design as a career.
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      3. Who are your own heros and heroines?
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      5. Push back against something, like a norm or a convention. Challenge it.
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      7. Defy the age staircase. Climb further instead of extending the plâteau.Paula''s slide showing what each decade of your life means.
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      9. Go the distance. Stick with it even when the going gets tough or confusing.
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      11. Be a neophyte and keep learning and stretching.
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      13. Have a point of view. Sometimes this means doing personal work on the side. It will find a means, a beneficial way, to influence your design work.
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      15. Work for free to build relationships in your community.
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      17. Hang out with people smarter than you.
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      19. Do what you do best but change with the times.
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\r\nThere was a generosity and awesome strength to Paula”s choice to confide in us her own fears and struggles throughout her magnificent career. Her personal accounts that intimated each point in her 10-step program resound with poignancy and pertinence. I really appreciated the soulfulness of her presentation.Same would be true for John Maeda”s. He has engineering, art, and MBA degrees and now runs, Automattic, the company behind and which is hiring, by the way. All that follows a stretch of serving as president of RISD. The arc of his career is driven by “why not?” and “what if?” choices that run on iron rails of vision, curiosity, and, of course, hard work. He says that most creatives are bad with money and the business side. “Why not look at money as institutionalized love. If you love me, give me money.” He quipped.A nice respite came from Quindar, a joint project between Mikael Jorgensen and historian & curator of modern and contemporary art, James Merle Thomas. Suited up and bobbing their heads, these DJs worked their electronics against the projected backdrop of photos of 1960s astronaut trainings and archival footage of deep space. Sound waves pervaded: That”s the great thing about design conferences… Entertainment and education coalesce in the brackish waters of – was it a kind of edutainment?Shifting from the speech format to film, the evening showcased a documentary called Design Disruptors, which examines the endemic role of design in the vitality of businesses and products, which, the piece notes, is really being embraced today. Here”s the trailer:\r\n slept some and the next morning… Design criticism symposium — an unprecedented subject at the AIGA conference. My favorite part of the entire conference!Andrea Lipp, associate curator at the Cooper-Hewitt Museum of Design, said, this is the first and hopefully not the last time criticism gets a spot in the lineup. Ed Fella, Prof Emeritus at CalArts, explained, “Well, you know, the AIGA has historically been for the practitioners and the commercial side of graphic design.” Louise Sandhaus, Prof at CalArts, succinctly responded,”Yay!”Andrew Blauvelt at the mike.I enjoyed Andrew Blauvelt”s presentation on design”s place in culture. (Before I go any further, Andrew Blauvelt is the head of Cranbrook”s art museum. He started out as a Designer at The Walker and became Creative Director. He has also taught design.) Andrew made a distinction between public curation and social curation where the access afforded by the former does not equate to the kind of participation by the latter. Tracing examples through history from the French Salon (as it went from monarchical to public), to the Whole Earth Catalog, and to the modern day pinterest, he argues that participation in the form of reviews (judgement and criticism) can evolve into more artful criticism, thereby pervade a larger practice of active involvement in culture-making. Social criticism about design enriches the tradition and health of design criticism, much the same way that art criticism arose out of the democratization of The Salon. He suggests that such a spirited and active dialogue could usher in a new and overdue age of enlightenment.While Andrew was trying to start a movement, Jeremy Mendé operated as a one-man shop for instigating change. Jeremy runs his own firm, Mendé Design in San Francisco, for commercial clients. He questioned that if design is so good at messaging for consumerism, then why not use your powers to vocalize the roar of your own conscience, designers?Jeremy''s ven diagram of conscience, awareness, and morality.He lamented how a google search for “Deep water horizon” now brings up Mark Wahlberg and an IMDB rating before the actual historical disaster. He commented that if that explosive oil hemorrhaging of the earth”s surface in the Gulf of Mexico was of an apocalyptic level, then the public nonchalance towards its aftermath is as well. Jeremy felt compelled to stir consciousness and did so with graphic design as public art in a provocational campaign, 100 Years from Now in Italy, in which he printed one of five verses of a Futurist poem on separate posters. Jeremy explained how jarring these plain and direct ads appeared amidst the mosaic of other ads in the landscape. Confronting the poster”s appeal, the viewer must decide to act or ignore, and neither is easy for the conscience.Jeremy''s poster, black helvetica on white paper, that says, I was really moved by Jeremy”s personal design intervention and motivation.My handwritten notes on Jeremy Mendé''s talk.

Andrea Lipp talks to Jeremy.
Andrea Lipp interviews Jeremy.
During break, I cut out and went to another symposium on design and yoga (essentialy Buddhist tenets), which was intriguing in theory and strong in principle but was difficult to relate to. On Wednesday, I attended an interaction design symposium MC”ed by NPR Creative Director Liz Danzico. Luke Woods effectively presented Facebook”s design efforts on humanitarian capabilities such as disaster relief communication functionality. I felt less persuaded by the Littlebits presentation, as it centered more on the product and its sales successes rather than its particular insights on the nature of interactivity and the future potentials for interactive product development.The Branding symposium was entertaining too with Yo Santosa, Creative Director of Ferroconcrete. She is such a colorful and bubbly personality, translating her childhood joy of shopping and hanging out at malls into her adult profession of thoughtful product branding and merchandising. A substitute presenter (sorry, I missed his name) for Andrea Sullivan of Interbrand told the story of their Sydney Opera House rebrand project. Interbrand converted the client”s source of confusion and fragmented identity into a noteworthy characteristic. The Opera House envelopes myriad arts programs, retail spaces, and dining venues. Rather than letting these dissipate a single branding image, Interbrand devised a graphic system that was porous to its various offerings while still conveying a single strong identity to encompass them all. See it.99% Invisible”s Roman Mars was the MC throughout the conference. I didn”t know about this Oaktown podcaster and design critic with a mischievous molasses voice.He gave a little slideshow featuring Kate Wagner”s critiques of McMansions but what was really awesome was “Unpleasant Design”. During the introductions, I fully applauded how he prefaced each speaker and rounded each out with a short interview. His wry humor and sardonic wit took the edge off of things as 700 designers in a room can get pretty intense.All speakers were recorded and to be accessible via the AIGA website. Don’t know when, but sometime. Worth catching!* * *\r\nBtw, let me say, nearly every guest speaker really knew how to present. As a Toastmaster, I’ve got a few clues as to what”s the stuff of solid oration. Not only chucking the notes but also:\r\n




      • Naturally flowing yet concise language
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      • Eloquent and varied vocabulary.
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      • Movement around the stage, using the space entirely and effectively.
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      • Projecting one’s voice and enunciation.
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      • Emphasis techniques: Intonation, dramatic pauses, hand gestures and body language.
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      • Using humor and personal anecdotes to illustrate a point.
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      • Using slides to augment what is being said, not for reiterating it.
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\r\nFrom a TED talk standpoint, most of these guys have got it. In fact, they got it so bad that one of the speakers, Pat Kelly of Kelly&Kelly, parodied the Thought Leader presentation rubric. It was hilarious. They have a radio show called This is that, if you want to hear some.* * *The exhibitors were fantastic: Adobe, some art schools, some paper companies, Pantone.

Ibm''s minimalist, introspective trade booth.
IBM”s minimalist, reflective trade booth.
* * *Maybe I”ll add yet more to this blog as new thoughts arise. If you go to next year”s in Minneapolis, tell me about it too.