Prettybrilliant: hey what if

Half-baked ideas of a multi-maniacal bent; I have taken out my journals and shaken them onto the internet. Most of these projects lie outside the limits of what one person could (or would want to) realize in one lifetime, but I like them (even the stupid ones) and want to share them so they can have some other life. Ultimately, it is burdensome to have too many dreams (life is better for the goldfish if it is the only one in the bowl) so if I give some away perhaps the other ones will have more room to thrive.
Sun Feb 1

This summer: a nest in the tree in my front yard

Watching Barbarella for the umpteenth time last night made me realize I need a nest (a ‘love nest,’ if you will.

Here’s the scene in question:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3-E3xuQtqI

This is sort of a theme in my projects; I have attempted a number of structures that were essentially intended as architectural realizations of (or locations for) sexual fantasy. I think a lot of people do this without knowing it, and maybe without going to the lengths that I do. My previous efforts have been only somewhat successful, mostly because my construction eyes were bigger than my engineering stomach, and I needed other people to help me with them, which was always sort of awkward.

This Belgian guy Benjamin Verdonck built a nest (though apparently not one intended for spooning) on a skyscraper in Rotterdam:

So it’s not wildly original, but it should be just that much easier for me to build one in a tree vs. over a busy city street, right? Apparently his nest is all about the artist’s perilous inspirational relationship to society, blah blah, kind of an egocentric Icarus thing and not at all sexy.

However, from the pictures, he’s actually kinda cute:

Maybe if I build a nest I can invite him to come visit me…

ANYHOW, my nest will be awesome. There’s a hollow place in the tree in my yard about 30 feet off the ground, should be pretty easy to get a structure going in there. I think I can pretty much do it myself once I’ve collected the materials; the real nuisance with be schlepping them up the tree, but hey, good exercise. I’ll bribe one of my roommates with beer to sit on the porch and call an ambulance if I fall out and break myself. I’ll see if I can sleep in it during the summer; I think I’d really get a kick out of scrambling out of my nest and down the tree to catch the bus to work. No I don’t have a Peter Pan complex. I have a Barbarella complex.