"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.
“Advanced BIM”: what does that even mean? “Advanced BIM” is one of those expressions that sound authoritative and yet, when you ask what it actually describes, the answers become very vague very quickly. The statement doesn’t mean anything, and it drives me crazy equally quickly.
…doesn’t necessarily stay in February, so here’s a few highlights. I saw art exhibitions, read books and comics, had a birthday, did a great football event with my team and bla bla bla, who cares. Here’s the stuff you might have seen on Instagram, but
I arose the next morning almost at daybreak, and rushed to my microscope, I trembled as I sought the luminous world in miniature that contained my all. Animula was there. I had left the gas-lamp, surrounded by its moderators, burning when I went to bed
“Advanced BIM”: what does that even mean? “Advanced BIM” is one of those expressions that sound authoritative and yet, when you ask what it actually describes, the answers become very vague very quickly. The statement doesn’t mean anything, and it drives me crazy equally quickly.
…doesn’t necessarily stay in February, so here’s a few highlights. I saw art exhibitions, read books and comics, had a birthday, did a great football event with my team and bla bla bla, who cares. Here’s the stuff you might have seen on Instagram, but
I arose the next morning almost at daybreak, and rushed to my microscope, I trembled as I sought the luminous world in miniature that contained my all. Animula was there. I had left the gas-lamp, surrounded by its moderators, burning when I went to bed
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