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[walbourn]

My architect brother is coming to visit next week, so he must have been in jeliza's mind when she saw this article. It's an amusing rant, and probably one that hits a little too close to home for people who are in fact architects.

Architects, I will not lie, you confuse me. You work sixty, eighty hours a week and yet you are always poor. Why aren't you buying me a drink? Where is your bounty of riches? Maybe you spent it on merlot. Maybe you spent it on hookers and blow. I cannot be sure. It is a mystery. I will leave that to the scientists to figure out.

Note, however, the italicized sentence. Maybe I should contact Annie Choi and threaten to sue. I have lawyer friends, although none of them are really all that interested in practicing law.