First of all, Keara complimented me on my glasses. When you get complimented on your eyewear by an architect, you know you look good. Second of all, Portland is a great town. Everyone there is an architect. This can be tough, if you're an architect looking for work. But if you happen to be visiting and working in a completely different field (technology, for example) this is a very good thing. You blissfully ignore the homeless person begging for 50 cents, using the torn edges of his architectural degree as a change-catcher, and check out all the great buildings. People from Portland hire industrial engineers to design waste baskets. No detail is too small. The cracks in the sidewalk? You guess it! Jackson Pollack!
Anyway, we loved it there. Maureen and Jim flew in just to see Keara's presentation. And we all know that when you're with Maureen and Jim, you end up doing all this Asian stuff. It's "Asian-this" and "Asian-that" and "oh my oh my aren't the Asians so much better than we are! Look at their fancy gardens!" I started to talk about French people and Jim cut me off! Mid-sentence! J'en étais offusqué!
But Keara's presentation rocked! Her reviewers needed a swift kick in the pants, but her presentation rocked solid. I understood maybe 10% of what she was saying. If I had had more wine, I think I would have clocked in at 20%. But anyway, it all sounded good. There was a school. It was near a river. And the school rocked. That's all I understood and all I needed to understand. If I wanted to build a school near a river, then I would hire Keara.