"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
How To Bake Your Model: A Collaborative BIM Cooking Class was a class I co-presented at the BILT conference in Singapore in 2017. The class wasn’t well received, and I think it lacked practical examples, possibly from a real-life project, but the basic idea was to showcase the different model management structures needed for two very different kinds of projects: a horizontal development occupying a whole island and a vertical development, your run-of-the-mill skyscraper.
There was a light in Simon’s room as I entered my house. A vague impulse urged me to visit him. As I opened the door of his sitting-room unannounced, he was bending, with his back toward me, over a Carcel lamp, apparently engaged in minutely
Last month, I wrote a couple of things aimed at my local market, specifically on the updated norms on BIM for an Exchange Information Requirements and what should be specified inside. In one of those, I mentioned a principle in passing: that the as-built model
A few nights ago, there I was at one of my favourite pubs (it’s this one, in case I’m found dead in a ditch), when an elderly guy approached me. I was sitting at a table, which is uncommon for me, because I had my
There was a light in Simon’s room as I entered my house. A vague impulse urged me to visit him. As I opened the door of his sitting-room unannounced, he was bending, with his back toward me, over a Carcel lamp, apparently engaged in minutely
Last month, I wrote a couple of things aimed at my local market, specifically on the updated norms on BIM for an Exchange Information Requirements and what should be specified inside. In one of those, I mentioned a principle in passing: that the as-built model
A few nights ago, there I was at one of my favourite pubs (it’s this one, in case I’m found dead in a ditch), when an elderly guy approached me. I was sitting at a table, which is uncommon for me, because I had my
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