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Pavilions are architecture's fast, experimental structures that test ideas long before they scale up to cities. This year's highlights push that spirit further, blurring the lines between sculpture, shelter, ritual space, and ecological device. From bamboo vaults rising in flood-prone villages to inflatable dream temples, from wind-driven feather structures on remote islands to LEGO-built playscapes in London, the pavilion becomes a tool for storytelling.

I was about to round up a dozen kids for cake when my daughter asked, "Can we wait a few more minutes? He's not here yet." She was talking about the owner of our favorite local shop - the one with handmade cards, chocolate chip cookies, and an ink stamp at the checkout counter she was allowed to use. My child had insisted on inviting him to her seventh birthday party.

"Life is a bit like sitting on a sofa," says Rory Guinness, chair of the Iveagh Trust. He's joking - riffing off the Friends-style photo we've arranged, that has him and his daughter, Aoife, seated alongside Iveagh Trust tenant Leonie Crowley, and employees including John Barrett and Martin O'Keeffe.

Nestled in the heart of Logan Square, Daisies is an all-day gathering place designed to move with its patrons. From 7 a.m. to 3 p.m., the cafe hums with remote workers and early risers sipping coffee and savoring pastries. Come 5 p.m., the lights dim, the menu shifts, and the space transforms. Laptops are swapped for phones snapping photos of dinner - because the phone always eats first. Mugs become wine glasses, pastries become pasta, and the energy shifts from soft chatter to lively banter.

On this Thursday night, that is distant history. As fog rolls in over the Venice Pier, Sarah skates alongside dozens of women on the coastal path. They belt out the lyrics to "Hey Jude" as singer Chloe Kat serenades them with a guitar in hand. Curious fishermen eye them, their fishing lines cast into the black ocean. But they pay no attention. Twirling under the moonlight, the women resemble a witch's coven - their spells are good vibes, California weather and the boards beneath their feet.

It's Photo Time with Leo Laporte and Chris Marquardt, and this month's theme is "Spacious"! From snowy Black Forest roads to a lone bicyclist at Coney Island, the hosts discuss how negative space, fog, and clever composition transform ordinary scenes into visually open masterpieces. 🌟 Quick Highlights:- Photo Assignment Critiques: Chris reviews listener images, explaining minimalism and the power of scale and contrast to create spaciousness.

What Chen could not yet know was that this pursuit of simplicity would kick off a decade-long journey that stretched far beyond windows. It would draw in designers from across continents, ambassadors who believed in beauty as connection, and a community of creators bonded not by geography but by a shared desire to design with care. TWOPAGES would become a space where creativity became communal.

When I was relocating to Sydney in September, I chose to make a home in Bondi Beach because of its sunny disposition.

Grief can make some people hole up indoors. But in Northampton, Massachusetts a walking bereavement group gathers outside once a week on warm days and chilly ones. Most join the group after a spouse has died, but some are there to remember a sibling, a parent or a child. Maureen Cahillane, 91, walked with a cane around a local park with about two dozen other people.

The San Francisco Cartoonist Conspiracy meets from 7-9pm on the second Tuesday of every month at Finjan Qahwa.

Today's buyers aren't just looking for a house they're looking for a sense of community, said Chris Lim, REMAX's chief growth officer. It's the job of real estate professionals to help prospective buyers find homes and neighborhoods that meet their financial needs while also supporting the way they want to live. Economic uncertainty and rising housing costs remained the top barriers among respondents. About three-quarters (78%) said more affordable home prices would prompt them to buy within six months.

Just over a month after a Waymo autonomous car hit and killed KitKat, the beloved Mission bodega cat, Randa's Market welcomed a new feline to its store late last week: Coco, a six-month-old white kitty with blue eyes, who is already winning over dozens of customers daily. "There won't be another KitKat, but she's bringing a spark back to the neighborhood," said a man named AJ as he left the 16th and Valencia store after petting Coco on his way out.

The Street Where Santa Lives by Harriet Howe and Julia Christians, Little Tiger, 12.99 When an old man moves in on a busy street, only his little neighbour notices; with his white beard and round belly, she's convinced he's Santa. But when Santa falls ill, other neighbours must rally round to take care of him. Will he be better in time for Christmas? This sweet, funny, acutely observed picture book is a festive, joyous celebration of community.

[The list] was originally set up to celebrate women who inspire, encourage and empower people to experience the joy of cycling. By excluding trans and non-binary people, it's not doing what I think it was set up to do. It excludes people [who] have helped create the community that I was nominated for.

The 69-year-old, who is also mayor of the neighbouring village of Urschenheim, obtained a liquor license several months ago when a restaurant in his town closed down, which authorises him to sell strong alcoholic beverages. 'Extra touch of soul' The establishment is home to 127 residents, and a growing number of them are losing their independence and can no longer go to restaurants.

What is the ArtsWatch community? Last fiscal year ... It's the 91 staff, contributors, board, contractors, and volunteers who had a hand in its operations. It's the 72 people it economically supported. It's the 94% of its budget that went to pay people. It's the 634,376 people who visited the site. It's the 76 sponsors. It's the 265 donors and funders. It's the collaborations with community partners.

It wasn't a neat or simple story. Some chapters were joyful. Kids walking through newly striped crosswalks on the way to school. Neighbors stretching together at Yoga in the Park. Volunteers turning Saratoga Nights into a real thing instead of just an idea in someone's notebook. The first episodes of the Saratoga History Podcast, with longtime residents sharing what this place meant to them long before Zillow and smartphones.

It's been proven that doing good makes us feel good, so there's no reason we cannot lean more into it

Time: 9pm to 12am, Every Thursday Celebrating 20 years in May 2023 (currently 19 years strong). Instagram: @16thmission. For 18 years, this outdoor " open mic-without-a-mic " has welcomed poets, musicians, emcees, comedy, and everything in between. In the best of San Francisco tradition, everyone is welcome, all forms of expression, in any language. On the southwest streetcorner by the BART station, amidst the pigeons, under the stars.

M olly Dunn had always wanted to join a book club. Until last winter, the twenty-five-year-old had been too busy or distracted to find the right one. The opportunity to start one struck when she began a new job as a sales associate at BMV, a Toronto bookstore. With her manager's permission, she set a date for the inaugural meeting and posted an announcement to the store's Instagram page. The question was: Would anyone come?

In a world full of terror, destruction, fear and alienation, it's sometimes hard to see that there are many people out there who are determined to keep on watering their own little patch of land, not for the applause nor the acclaim, but just because they believe in the saying that no act of kindness, great or small, is ever wasted.

In this difficult time that is the quarantine, most of us have to work from home, which means we don't get to see our colleagues. However, there's the next best thing: our pets!

If not for Jane Jacobs, Susan Spehar might still be living in a big lonely house in the suburbs. Spehar and her husband had raised their kids in Darien, Connecticut, in a place with a pool and a yard and rooms that emptied as their kids left for college. After her husband's death and in search of noise and friendship, she found a rental in Greenwich Village.

This neighbour of mine was a retired engineer, a Norfolk boy, and a follower of both first team and academy, home and away. He was just one of thousands with a season ticket at the back of Carrow Road's lower Barclay stand: a Saturday afternoon companion, a stranger at the start of the last season who became a little less strange as the matches went by.