“Look up. What do you see?” These are the words that I frequently say to a client, usually an architect, when we walk out onto the street after a meeting.  It’s not a test, but let me tell you, the response can say a lot about a person and reveals surprises every time. It’s unusual enough to be asked that. Not when you’re in the company of a facade engineer like me though. What is a facade engineer? And why does it sound so sexy? Let’s answer these together, starting with the last question first.

The smell of plastic clamshell packaging and freshly vacuumed carpet permeated the air as my father held the door open for me, the bell above calling out a delightful little ring. “Welcome to Blockbuster” said the greasy teenager behind the counter. “Pick any movie you want”, my dad said. I strode with purpose to the Horror/Sci-Fi shelf, seeking the perfect, scariest looking cardboard VHS dust cover. Scream? Nah, I’ve already rented both 1 & 2. Poltergeist? Meh, seen it, I remain unimpressed…ooh, what’s this, Bride of Chucky? That could work…

And suppose she could Hop massless from one flatness.

Whatever path I take, I seem to choose a course that requires long hours of sitting at the keyboard, whether it be in the musical form or the computer form. My coding journey began early in 2021, around May, as I finished my offline, covid-friendly requirements for my Master's in Piano Performance at the Manhattan School of Music (MSM).

This one of my favorite times of the year. The leaves fall from trees and turn vibrant colors. The weather is comfortable with non-humid warm days and cooler nights that can be supplemented with my favorite leather jackets and fashionable attire (although these specific items for me are neatly stored away until my girls get a little more adroit with their motor skills and dinner side manners). But most significantly, it’s Halloween season and that means scaaaary fun.

Do you have another side of you yearning to be expressed? What better time of year than Autumn to allow yourself to express a side of yourself you don’t get to express on a daily basis. With the Fall equinox brings a new season, a new moon. Change. Transformation. Like the colors of nature, the leaves magically change from green to golds reds and violets. Like a living art canvas that changes season to season, consider yourself a work of art, because you are, darling. You are a work of art, a force of nature.

I have a low threshold for the Horror genre as a whole. I know I might be expressing something controversial, however outside of Hitchcock and a few other master works