BONERS FOR BOOKS: LOUIS KAHN

Christmas came early this year thanks to BSD reader Trenton.*  The post man delivered a big box to my back door nearly every day this week.  Louis Kahn came first.  If you haven't heard the tragic story of one of the world's most famous architects and his estranged son Nathaniel, I highly recommend the documentary about Kahn and his son, My Architect.  Watch a version of the film (with Spanish subtitles) below:

*DOH!  Except this book actually came from BSD reader Chris.  I know!  I'm a horrible person, but in all fairness I couldn't find a slip in the box and just assumed it went with all the others.  Thank you Chris.  Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you!!!!

 

SEEING GREEN

Wouldn't you know, after weeks of waiting, on the very day I decide to post my fan-supplied frame-replacements the postman should deliver a brand new pair of prescription sunglasses, tinted naturally with my favorite color: green.  Addressed to "H.R.H. Crown Prince Colby Keller", the package lacked any other indication of provenance.

One more gif for a gift fit for a king.  Thank you mystery reader!  I may not have a crown of gold but at least I'll be seeing green whatever I do, wherever I go, provided, of course, enough sunshine to require shade.  

THE POSTMAN CUMETH

There may be nothing I enjoy more than opening a big package.

Unfortunately, my UPS man doesn't look like the hunky bookworm above.  Just in time for the last night of Hanukah, I did receive quite a large package in the mail however, thanks to BSD reader Tim who sent two lovely gifts from my Amazon Wishlist: Nature from the Whitechapel Gallery's Documents of Contemporary Art series and The Art of Not Making, by Michael Petry, a talented artist in his own right as well as an accomplished author.  I had the pleasure of meeting Michael in Baltimore a few months ago and didn't realize he wrote The Art of Not Making until I saw his familiar face on the dust jacket.

To say thank you to Tim, I decided to take this I SEE PENIS double wammy: posing with my two new books, my pet cactus Johnson and a new snake sweater my brother Arno claims he knitted himself (though I'm pretty sure he bought at Urban Outfitters):