I am my father's son

250 words written by dylan
Posted March 08, 2008 @ 08:56 AM
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My father was an architect. I didn't want to follow him into the business. I saw how the years of pain and stress slowly led him to his early death. He spent a lot of time designing with pre-cast concrete ugliness. And, honestly, I just didn't want to be my dad; we argued for years and never understood each other. I left architecture to my middle brother to pick up and carry (something he's done very well).

The other day, though, I realized that in my years of running from architecture, I somehow ran right into it. Only, I'm not designing buildings; I architect websites.

The other day I was having a discussion about some part of the website I'd been working on, and I was arguing that users had an expectation for how that section of the site should function and we need to make sure that it's intuitive in its form. The person I was talking to said, "Yeah, like in architecture. Form and function something...."

"Form follows function," I said, quoting Sullivan and FL Wright by heart.

My days are spent as much on design as they are on development, but most everything comes down to high-level discussions about what's required and how it should be put together. And those are the skills of an architect. In a sense, I am my father's son. We just designed completely different things.

And to really nail it home, I ordered an information architecture book from Amazon this week. Heh.

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  1. Thanks for the book link... looking forward to reading it.

    Posted by: ben | March 11, 2008 11:38 AM

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