Casa Mesquite was born from the search for contemporary architecture that, beyond its aesthetics, transmits warmth and a true feeling of home.
From its facades to each of its interior spaces, the project maintains the same language: clean lines, warm materials, natural textures and lighting carefully integrated to create serene, welcoming and timeless environments.
Each space was thought of as part of a set, seeking continuity between architecture, materiality and interior design. Social areas open up and connect, while private spaces find a more intimate and quiet atmosphere, always maintaining the essence of the project.
Casa Mesquite represents our way of understanding architecture: spaces that not only respond to a function, but generate sensations and build an identity of its own.
It’s been 4 days on the high dose prednisone, and if you compare this to the previous picture there’s been an obvious improvement: not many new blisters, and the overall pink rash is in retreat. I’ve given up on the red-capped pain killer; it makes me itchy to the point that Thursday night it woke me up around 3 am while I was scratching the fuck out of my upper arms. I jolted awake because I felt wet—and needed to verify that it was only blister juice and not blood.
The night before that I’d taken half a gummy at Ben’s suggestion. It killed the itching completely and I slept through the night. I took another gummy last night and I slept through, waking only once to get up and pee.
While the gummies are little miracle-workers, I don’t like them because I’m pretty much out of it for hours the next day. But regardless of what I like/don’t like, it may have to be the new normal until this mess clears up completely.
The blisters are healing over with some beautiful scabs, but the whole situation is now painful and it makes me cranky! FUCK CANCER! FUCK KEYTRUDA!
Except for the fact that that the levels of the second floor don’t make any sense (the two bedrooms could not connect via the shared bath/dressing closets because they’re at least 3—if not 4—stairs’ difference in height, and the rat’s nest of the kitchen wing needs some work, I generally like this one.
Geminis can be unbelievably disciplined when their attention is elsewhere. They’ll ignore every temptation, forget shopping exists entirely, and genuinely believe they’ve become a financially responsible person. Then one random day something switches. Suddenly they’re buying supplies for a hobby they discovered four hours ago, ordering food, booking something spontaneous, and adding one more purchase because the momentum was already going.
Gemini spending is almost always fueled by a new interest. A video, a conversation, a random thought at midnight — and suddenly this is their entire personality now and it requires equipment. Three weeks later the equipment is in a closet and a completely different obsession has taken over.
The funny part is…
There’s no comfortable middle ground. It’s either a detailed budget spreadsheet they made with genuine enthusiasm, or completely forgetting the spreadsheet exists because something more interesting happened.
Geminis don’t always have a spending problem.
Sometimes they just have too many personalities and each one needs its own supplies.
Casa Óculo is a single-family house located in a residential neighborhood on the outskirts of Palma. Defined by a simple and bold architectural gesture —a large flat roof stretching east to west— the project explores light, materiality, and climate as the main design tools. The clear and rational form responds to a south-facing topography, open mountain views, and a client with a structured and well-defined program, resulting in a contemporary Mediterranean home that balances efficiency, texture, and a deep connection to place.The roof rests on a series of load-bearing walls finished in lime mortar, running north to south. These walls organize the spaces, set the rhythm of the house, and filter the views —shielding the sides from neighboring plots while opening long, framed views to the south and the mountains. Their orientation also encourages natural cross ventilation, ensuring passive and consistent thermal comfort throughout the year.
The broad roof acts as a protective plane that wraps the house and generates generous perimetral porches. These shaded thresholds blur the boundary between interior and exterior, provide shade during the warmest months, and allow the house to be lived in flexibly throughout the year.
“JOURNALISM 101 RULE: if someone says it’s raining, and another person says it’s dry, it’s not your job to quote them both. your job is to look out of the fucking window and find out which is true — now more than ever.” — attributed to many, made famous on not-twitter by Andrea Junker
now, here’s a corollary: if an ambulance shows up at Mitch McConnell’s house and takes him away to somewhere, followed by a two-month-long news blackout during which the only signs of life are two fake-looking photographs, and then out of the clear blue, it’s announced that Mitch is now back at home, doing fine and resting comfortably, your job isn’t to go ‘oh, okay’ — your job is to fucking well find out if it’s true.
“Sen. Mitch McConnell said that he has been discharged from the rehabilitation center where he had been recovering after a fall and will continue to recover at home.”
BZZZT! wrong answer!
Mitch McConnell — and I cannot put too fine a point on this — HASN’T SAID SHIT.
all we have is a written statement issued by Mitch’s handlers, wherein McConnell is alleged to have said ‘earlier today, I was discharged from the rehabilitation center to continue my recovery at home’ — but come on, let’s have a little critical thinking here. there’s no proof that he personally authored that. anyone could have written it.
it’s been two months since McConnell was — according to the 911 call — found unconscious and in cardiac arrest on the floor of his home, bundled into an ambulance and taken to a hospital. since then, we’ve had no sign that Mitch even has a functioning brain at this point. no audio, no video. just two dodgy photographs, and the assurances of a couple of skeevy Republicans that they pinky-swear that they had a 20-minute phone conversation with Mitch, no, honest, you can trust us.
and now we’re being told that McConnell has been released from rehab and brought home — and there’s not one single photo of it happening? in a world where everyone now has a camera in their pocket, no one went ‘oh look, it’s Mitch McConnell,’ and snapped a pic? come on, none of this bullshit adds up.
wouldn’t you imagine that if McConnell were in full control of his faculties, his handlers would have had a crew on hand to film a video of a smiling Mitch waving to all, as he left the rehab center?
why the secrecy?
wouldn’t it be nice if the press were even remotely interested in finding out what the hell is going on, and didn’t just print what they were told?
“Mitch McConnell says he’s been discharged from rehab, nearly 2 months after hospitalization”
irst, we have the same irresponsible ‘Mitch McConnell says’ in the headline — but on top of that, golly gee, it’s a photo of Mitch. anyone scrolling past this in their feed would go ‘oh, look, he’s being wheeled out of the hospital. huh, I guess he’s okay.’
sorry, no — wrong answer.
what CBS News has used is a file photo of McConnell being wheeled through the lobby of the Senate on May 19, 2026 — and CBS doesn’t even bother to say that anywhere in their reporting, giving a completely false impression of Mitch’s current state of health.
let’s face it — hardly anyone clicks on the news stories that show up in their socials. they just read the headline, look at the photo, and move on.
look, right now we have no use for a compliant press that prints whatever it’s told.
I wish we lived in a world where Republicans never lie to us, and there was no need for the press to fact-check every fucking word they say — but we don’t. we live in the shittiest timeline. we are being lied to every day of our lives.
we need a press that will rip this shit apart like a meth-tweaked pit bull. we need a press that goes ‘the fuck he did — prove it,’ every time they’re told that Mitch McConnell ‘said’ something.
these are the same shit-kazoos who hounded Joe Biden every single day, and demanded he prove that he was still up to the task of presidenting. now, they’re handed on a silver platter the case of a Senator who is obviously hiding something about his own fitness for office, and the press can’t be roused from its slumber.
it’s fucking maddening.
meanwhile, in the Oval Bordello, undead advisor Nosferatu McGoebbels announced the latest in a long line of Preznit Fuckwit’s unconstitutional executive orders, while Dear Leader — who seems to have ditched his piss-mop wig and is back to his normal nebulous tangle of the six remaining hairs on his head — struggled to stay awake.
“the president is using his authority as commander-in-chief first to sign an executive order using the new ruling the Supreme Court issued to expand the definitions of people who are ineligible for birthright citizenship. that includes, for example, alien enemies of the United States, members of foreign terrorist organizations, and large categories of people who lobby and act on behalf of foreign governments. and so we’re taking this action, it ensures that large numbers of people who wrongly would be getting birthright citizenship, will no longer be eligible for those benefits.”
racist says what?
don’t you just love how the Supreme Court has ruled that Donny can’t pull this shit, and they’re all, ‘oh, he’s going to do it anyway.’
words, what do they even mean? Donny’s ‘authority as commander-in-chief’extends only to the military, not to some farcical citizenship tribunal. tell me, who gets to decide who’s an ‘alien enemy’ or a ‘member of a terrorist organization’? who’s going to be making those decisions? Donny? Norferatu? Tom Homan? the Pocket Nazi?
what, I’m supposed to trust any of these hate-mongering shitweasels to make a fair ruling?
fuck all these fascist fucking fucks.
everything totally fucking sucks right now, but least we can overdose on schadenfreude a little bit, and enjoy the sight of this ‘Trump Superstore’ in rural Tennessee going out of business.
oh man. look, even Joe Biden’s having himself a laugh over this.
have a great Friday, everyone. don’t put words in Mitch McConnell’s comatose mouth.
this is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:
practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means you need to disengage with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.
to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.
we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other.
These are the kind of plans that fired my young architect’s imagination when I was in high school, although what I—or at most coupled to the man of my dreams—do with four bedrooms eluded me completely.
Now of course, four bedrooms translates into a primary suite, an office for each of us, and a guest room, duh!
Fran Silvestre Arquitectos 🇪🇸 HOUSE IN LAS ROZAS Spain – Madrid Photos by Fernando Guerra / FG+SG
Located in Las Rozas, with open views towards the Sierra de Guadarrama, the house is composed of five cylinders that define the proposal and shape its geometry for a variety of reasons.
The cylindrical volumes organise the programme with precision, accommodating the bedrooms, the living area, the volume that integrates vehicular access with the garage and the wellness area, the volume containing the swimming pool and technical facilities, and the entrance area. The structure is clearly resolved through this geometry, which coherently defines the spatial character of each area.
The cylinders are cut obliquely for two reasons. On the one hand, to adapt naturally to the slope of the terrain; on the other, at the upper level, to respond to the need for a pitched roof—traditional in the area—and to capture light from different orientations.
The floor plan is rationally organised through orthogonal volumes arranged at 120-degree angles, which are connected to form a small yet significant inner courtyard. Due to its geometry, light transforms its surface and alters the perception of the space throughout the day.
Over time, the openings allow for panoramic views of the landscape. This configuration also enables each volume to have its own outdoor space: courtyards protected from the wind and from view in two of the volumes, and an open terrace in another. From a more intuitive perspective, perhaps the fascination with Andreu Alfaro’s “Homage to Brancusi” provides an essential point of departure for understanding the origins of this project.
