Just found out one of my professors in grad school died a few days ago. He was a brilliant guy and funny. Started me reading Foucault and Barthes and Derrida.
but you inspired me to reflect upon the instructors in my life
other than the apparent ones because ma and pa both had teaching certificates
there was a professor teaching architecture instrumental in my successful application to this particular program
attended his intro class the year before and got to know him fairly well
a brief obit from a princeton alumni magazine
and after it a little bit more background from other articles
Bill had a wide variety of life experience to share
with the utmost of all due respect, an ivy league forest gump if you will
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Bill was born Aug. 25, 1929, in Alexandria, S.D., the son of T.W. and Mabel Borgendale Kleinsasser.
He attended Everett High School in Maryville, Tenn. At Princeton he majored in architecture, roomed with Jack Davison, Fred Riehl, and Vic Rizzzi, and belonged to Tiger Inn. Bill was one of ’51’s football greats: In 1950 the Poe Trophy was awarded to George Chandler, Jack Davison, Reddy Finney, and Bill.
He served in the Airborne Artillery for two years and then returned to Princeton to earn an M.F.A. in architecture in 1956, the same year that he married Ann Biester. Thereafter he studied at the Ecole des Beaux Arts in France. For some years he was in private practice in Doylestown, Pa. Bill also worked for Marc J. Saugey in Geneva, Switzerland, and Louis I. Kahn in Philadelphia.
In 1965 he became professor of architecture at the University of Oregon in Eugene, where he taught for 34 years. A gifted teacher, he is particularly remembered for his introductory text, Synthesis, and his study of the works of Henry Chapman Mercer.
Bill died of esophageal cancer Sept. 22, 2010. He is survived by Ann and their children, Katherine, Annie Holland, and William, and five grandchildren.
Bill in the middle next to a heisman winner
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Bill on the left next to walter o'mally, buckminster fuller to the right
as a student Bill designed a dome for dodger baseball in brooklyn
I think my PhD prof must've died. Another student of his, whom we used to meet with monthly before Lockdown, sent an email to us a couple of months ago, but only I replied. A true academic, attended Stoneyhurst, Alonzo Church was his academic grandfather, his office was fabulously untidy, taught me how to do math, forever a constructivist topologist, no joie de vivre.
Who do you guys like in the playoffs? I was all in on the Brew Crew but unfortunately they are out Now I guess I gotta root for San Diego since I used to live in SD and back then I had adopted them as my NL team. But other than than I'm just rooting for the dogs. Last thing I wanna see is Yankees/Dodgers. Screw them they been there plenty.
Who had 3 AL central teams in the mix? No wonder the White Sox sucked so bad the division was stacked! Or the division got to play the WS a lot The Sox beat Detroit 3 outta 4 to end the season. So if the Tigers win it all it is easy to assume if the Sox were in the playoffs they too would win it since they showed dominance over Detroit. Thats the only way I can think about it
confident to say i have no emotional connection to any collection or clutch of major league baseball teams or easter eggs this playoff season since the orioles were ejected through the back door of the most local perineum
Shohei and whoever is playing the Yankees, that's who I'll root for. And KC, I guess. I have a friend in KC who's really excited about her team, so I'd like for her to have the experience Ranger's fans had last year.
Yes, this stuff happens to me, and I'm never sure why. My friend leaves a sweatshirt I left behind at his house a couple months ago at his sister's house.
Sister texts me a couple hours ago, tells me she has my sweatshirt, and asks me out to dinner.
It's football season. I really can't bear the "If I'm the Buffalo Bills" crap. You're not. How difficult is it to say, "The Buffalo Bills should . . ."?
Yes, this stuff happens to me, and I'm never sure why. My friend leaves a sweatshirt I left behind at his house a couple months ago at his sister's house.
Sister texts me a couple hours ago, tells me she has my sweatshirt, and asks me out to dinner.