Living Morganism

It's just after Christmas, I've just finished the first semester of the Guelph Master's of Landscape Architecture program and I did very well for myself. I made A's in all my classes and though I normally don't find grades to be very good markers of standing or understanding, I am at least a little proud because this program nearly destroyed me. It kicked my ass like nothing else I have ever been asked to do. In hindsight I can't even really say definitively why, but that I don't believe I have ever been more stressed out more frequently and had so little "time" outside of a project, ever. They say hindsight is 20/20 but I must respectfully disagree completely, I rather find hindsight to be quite blind. I find that experiences which seemed like hell in the present, that you would never get through sanity intact, always pass and are remembered fondly. My foresight (which is also regrettably terrible lately, but I think may be right in this) is telli

Chapter 1: The Journey Home It is a difficult endeavor to find a good Chai latte on the road. Over the 1600 mile or so space from Boulder, Colorado to Guelph, Ontario there seems to be a void covering most of the Interstate between Chicago and Buffalo where you cannot even find a Starbucks. And let me just say right off, that Starbucks doesn’t even qualify as decent chai, but it is often all you can come across in a pinch. Starting at the beginning; I have lived the last 12 some odd years of my life in a lovely little bubble called Boulder, Colorado. I am 25 now so I arrived in Boulder at a ripe age for impression. A complete book I could perhaps write on the many interesting ways Boulder has changed me, real or perceived, but this is not about all of that, this is about chai. At least the latter 10 years of these 12 I have become increasingly enamored of the elixir of happiness commonly known as the chai latte, soy latte in my case. The affair began in Boulder and has taken a number

My last post here was some time ago and relating to Canada, my much romanticized homeland. Though I in fact resided in Boulder, Colorado between the ages of 12 and 25, Canada, oh Canada was always home... *soft sigh* Anyway, exciting news, I have now firmly declared Canada home and relocated there. Interestingly enough, a post on this very blog took on a life of its own and propelled me onto an entirely new life path. Ironic (?) that a love letter to Canada would begin a chain of events ending in my moving to Canada. In brief: the post largely concerning the particular landscape of my love spurred a thought in my uncle -John F. (Jack) Crowley III, ASLA, professor and former dean with the College of Environment and Design at the University of Georgia, and founder and president of Urbantech in Athens, Georgia - that I might find interest in the field of Landscape Architecture. I did in fact upon looking into this find great interest and applied to the Master of Landscape Architecture pro