Piece of White Light Black Shadow [Louis Kahn Lecture]

There are reasons to share Louis Kahn lecture for all of us. First, it shows the fundamental of the responsibility that architect should do, the ethic that he must always improve, and the passion for excellence which people should get from the Architect. I was thinking that the fundamentals taught Louis Kahn is the starter to be more beautiful than it was or at least that’s our duty to create the best institution of man that we could offer.

White Light Black Shadow
…We were talking this afternoon
of the three aspects of teaching architecture.
Actually, I believe that I do not really teach architecture
but that i teach myself.
These, however, are the three aspects:
The first aspect is professional.
As a professional you have the obligation of
learning your conduct in all relationships…
in institutional relationships,
and in your relationship with men who
entrust you with work.
In this regard, you must know the distinction
between science and technology.
The rules of aesthetics also constitute professional knowledge.
As a professional, you are obliged to translate
the program of a client into that of the spaces of
the institution this building is to serve.
You might say it is a space order,
or a space-realm of this activity of man
which is your professional responsibility.
A man should not take the program
and simply give it to the client
as though he were filling a doctor prescription.
Another aspect is training a man to express himself.
This is his own prerogative.
He must be given the meaning of philosophy,
the meaning of belief, the meaning of faith.
He must know the other arts…
architect must learn that they have other rights…
their own rights.
To learn this, to understand this,
is giving the man the tools for making the incredible
that which nature cannot make.
The tools make a psychological validity,
not just a physical validity,
because man, unlike nature, has choice.
Louis I Kahn Conversations with Students, Architecture at Rice 26, Princeton Architectural Press. pp31-32 

Ahmad Rida Soemardi

“Learn from me, for as I teach, I learn from you as well! Always be accountable to yourself and take complete responsibility for your own life. No one can do as much for you, as you can do for yourself…”
― James A. Murphy

Saya bertemu pak Tata pada tahun 2004 dimana waktu itu saya sedang mengikuti Tugas Akhir. Beliau datang di sidang ke 3, di pertengahan jalan proses kami di tugas akhir, di tengah perjalanannya untuk menempuh PHD di Australia, ia pulang. Saya sendiri ada ber 4 dengan teman – teman satu kelompok yang lain, ada Nisa, Gamma, dan Herman. Pembimbing saya adalah pak Baskoro Tedjo. Pada waktu itu saya asistensi dengan beliau untuk mencoba memecahkan kesulitan yang ada di bangunan lengkung yang bertabrakan dengan axis yang tegas. Kemudian beliau berkata, “saya tahu kamu pasti bisa, coba kamu lihat Christian De Pontzamparc.” Saya baru tahu ada arsitek yang bernama demikian, dan saya merasa bersemangat karena beliau antusias dan yakin akan apa yang sedang saya cari. Inilah satu titik awal, dimana kepercayaan diri itu mulai ada dalam perancangan tugas akhir.

Beliau pun ada ketika pada akhir sidang, semua sudah selesai, beliau menanyakan bagaimana perasaan setelah melewati sidang ini didepan penguji – penguji yang lain. Pada akhirnya beliau berdiri dan bertepuk tangan. Tidak pernah membayangkan bisa mendapatkan momentum seperti itu. Beliau pun ada ketika hari demi hari berdiskusi sebagai tempat untuk pulang. Beliau ada disitu. Begitupun ketika berpapasan, bersalaman bercanda gurau menjadi satu kebiasaan, ia selalu berkata, “I know you will do the best.”

Beliau juga ada pada saat diri ini meneruskan S2 di Australia, pak Tata meneruskan S3 dan saya dengan S2. Ada juga saat – saat yang berkesan dimana kita diminta mbak Ade Tinamei untuk membuat video untuk ultah PSUD juga untuk pak Danisworo, kita berkeliling ke satu jurusan mencari Prof Jon Lang, Alex Tzanes, ataupun staff – staff yang lain untuk membuat jaringan baru.

Pada waktu itu, saya terkaget diberi tahu satu adik di kantor bahwa, Pak Tata meninggal. Kesedihan pun datang. Beliau yang selalu ada untuk tempat pulang. Pak Tata sendiri ada pada waktu saya S2 di Sydney, sekitar seminggu satu kali biasa kami makan siang sambil ngobrol apapun, akademis ataupun pengalaman konyol sehari – hari. Dari situ beliau menempatkan dirinya sebagai satu pribadi yang penuh kehangatan. Pak Tata adalah satu pribadi yang suka untuk mendengarkan sekitarnya, sehingga terkadang- kadang ia tidak punya waktu untuk dirinya sendiri.

Kali ini Diri ini kembali tidak bisa hadir pada acara Tribute to Ahmad Rida Soemardi pada saat Artepolis kemarin karena ada hal yang benar – benar mendesak di Jakarta yang berkenaan dengan banyak orang yang membutuhkan diri ini.

Kali lain pun diri ini tidak bisa menepati janji untuk bertemu dengan pak Tata dan berterima kasih untuk segala ilmu yang diberikannya, apalagi teladan sikap yang ditunjukkannya dengan tanpa kompromi. Tulisan ini saya buat untuk berterima kasih terhadap pak Tata, ada usahanya dalam memberikan kebaikan terhadap orang lain, dan membuat kita semua terpacu untuk meneruskan yang baik yang sudah beliau rintis. Untuk meneruskan perjuangan pak Tata akan ketulusannya untuk mendidik dan berbuat tanpa pamrih.

Tidak banyak orang yang bisa meledakkan semangat seseorang dalam berkarya, seperti seorang guru kepada muridnya, ia tidak berharap banyak, ia hanya berharap muridnya terbang lebih tinggi lagi meneruskan apa yang diajarkan gurunya dan beruntung bisa mendapatkan seorang guru seperti beliau. Terima kasih Pak Tata, tulisan ini hanya ingin membuat orang mengenal , dan meneruskan pengajaran Pak Tata, sama seperti apa yang akan coba teruskan apa yang sudah diajarkan.

There comes a point in your life when you realize who really matters, who never did, and who always will.
– Unknown

terima kasih juga untuk panitia Artepolis yang sudah berkerja sangat keras untuk meneruskan apa yang sudah dirintis oleh Pak Tata. Pak Aswin Indraprastha, Bu Indah Widiastuti, Indra, Reina, dkk [maaf tidak bisa menyebutkan satu persatu]

ini foto dari Dania Pratiwi, Alma keponakan Pak Tata dalam acara Tribute to Pak Tata

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Sendok 1 meter

130512 Jakarta, “Satu – satunya sumber energi yang tak terbatas adalah kasih” 

Ada cerita mengenai orang – orang di surga dan di neraka. Orang – orang tersebut hanya bisa makan melalui sendok sepanjang 1 meter kurang lebih, orang- orang di surga nampak bahagia, fisiknya segar bugar, lain halnya dengan orang – orang di neraka, kurus, kering kerontang. Ternyata, orang – orang di surga makan dengan saling menyuapi orang lain, namun orang – orang yang di neraka, makan untuk dirinya sendiri, ia tidak pernah puas, ia tidak bisa makan, karena sendok tersebut terlalu panjang. Romo berkata, kita bisa melihat orang dari pribadi – pribadinya. fisiknya, apakah ia menjadi terang bagi orang lain atau sebaliknya, membawa kegelapan tanpa batas, kehampaan.

Menyuapi orang lain adalah sebuah sikap, dan cara pandang dalam hidup. Hal ini akan membantu kita dalam menapaki cita dan cinta. Diri ini ingat suatu waktu berpacaran pertama kali dengan istri tercinta, Laurensia. Keinginan pertama adalah, mendengarkan, mengerti pribadinya, kemudian memberikan pengalaman yang terbaik, diri ini menjemput malam hari, diri ini ingat saya hanya punya waktu 2 minggu, sebelum bertolak kembali ke Inggris pada waktu itu. Diri ini putuskan, biarlah ini jadi minggu terbaik yang diri ini berikan untuk Laurensia. Dalam rentang sesaat,di tengah – tengah minggu diri ini beranjak ke Singapore , untuk sekedar berkunjung ke teman – teman karena janji lama untuk bertegur sapa dengan mereka, dan kemudian diri ini merasakan rasa kangen yang luar biasa dengan wanita terbaikku, dan rasa sayang itu mulai ada. Setiap tarikan garis memiliki titik pertamanya, sebuah titik, sama seperti cinta, ia juga dimulai dari titik, titik yang dimulai dari sendok sepanjang 1 meter.  Kemudian disinilah saya dengan wanita yang kucintai, Laurensia.

Teknik dalam mengolah ruang bisa dipelajari melalui belajar dan belajar untuk menempa diri, mengasah sensitifitas, seperti sendok sepanjang 1 meter yang kita berikan kepada orang lain, bagaimana kebolehan kita dipergunakan untuk membantu sesama. Puluhan ribu jam, dengan jam – jam yang panjang yang sudah dijalani sampai  umur 31 ini. Laurensia sendiri akan berulang tahun di bulan ini. Kami berdua, tidak punya keinginan macam – macam, hanya ingin hidup yang sederhana dan cukup. Sendok sepanjang 1 meter, adalah satu sudut pandang untuk melihat dari sisi orang lain.

Bian Poen menulis, ” dalam waktu singkat… kita…dapat merubah nilai – nilai… dimana kekuasaan diubah menjadi keadilan, kejayaan diubah menjadi kedamaian, kebanggaan diubah menjadi kerendahan hati.

Maukah kita melakukan hal itu, jika ya, maka arsitektur dapat menjadi rahmat.(Bian Poen). Dalam satu sudut pandang, mendengarkan orang lain bukan memperjuangkan ego kita, mendengarkan kata hati bukan emosi hati,  mendengarkan alam dengan segala keindahannya adalah satu rahmat yang luar biasa, kemudian kebahagiaan itu datang begitu saja. Inilah arsitektur yang lain, arsitektur kehidupan. Diri ini belajar untuk menjadi manusia dengan segala potensinya dan lebih – lebih keterbatasannya.

Diri ini merasa bahwa dalam hidup kita yang singkat ini, diri ini tidak pernah berpikir macam – macam, hanya menggunakan apa yang terbaik yang diri ini bisa, segala talenta, segala kekayaan, segala hubungan baik untuk menyebarkan kasih. Dan diri ini punya mimpi untuk itu.

Mulai dari hari ini mulailah dengan mengucapkan kata – kata aku cinta padamu, apabila di dalam hati tidak ada kasih, maka tidaklah mungkin ia akan berbuat baik dan menyebarkan kasih apapun sukunya, apapun bangsanya, tidak peduli ia sobat atau saudaramu. semua orang sama.

mencintailah atau hilang begitu saja.

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unconditional love

Culture, which we have seen in our daily life sometimes is just taken with no granted. everybody should accept it, more people said that we have to remember our culture to avoid faceless community, one community without any culture. That is arguably true but sometimes we forget behind culture, there should be love that becomes signifier of what we’re doing. We’ve got so many problems in our life. Problems of relationship, your career, your dream.

I believe in one truth,  which is …. give the unconditional love to everybody. The world is going to be more wonderful place and beautiful place for all of us.

this is a really beautiful clips. See it and what do you think ?

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Jon Lang, greatest professor in urban design

I met this man few months ago when I just started MUDD course in University of New South Wales Sydney. it was memorable moment. He gave us quiz and I couldn’t answer any of them. Then I laughed over loud to this old man. and he said, I don’t like people laughing at me and then he smile and said, “but I like people who try to answer the question.” Every time I laughed and this man got even angrier at me, but at the end he is always smiling.

what he taught is about how to create place for the people with his extensive knowledge of ways of thinking for not getting lost in your thinking. You have to know where your mind set  is in extensive information about urban design theories, city growth, and issues of concern that is coloring  everyday life.”You must know what you are doing” that’s what he said. Many student felt he is grumpy professor but everybody knows he is such a lovely man. He is still the admirable professor that every student will respect him.

In his world, there is no me, “never say I design. say the design proposed, because when we’re designing we are making proposal for people which based on several scenarios” he says. This view which I think is nonsense before joining MUDD because architecture plays with originality of idea which has genius loci on its context. But in several way empiricist thinking has a rational that is true to achieve certain quality of affordance.

He put the way to bring originality in rationalism and the way to look at the past in empiricism. And he is an empiricist which this world I haven’t experienced before. I learnt to deepen the strategy which is original and brings it into a way that people could understand. Like Mies van de Rohe says, “less is more”. make it simple and beautiful but like what Robert Venturi says, “less is bore”. Rational and empiricist are the two way of looking paradigm. which like we have to know which one good  is and we ought to know which one the bad is. this two way is like a contradictions like how people seeing things. He taught us about the contents of lot of beautiful cities in the world aesthetically, which part of the world is failed and which one succeeded, what the good city is. he taught us a method on looking the way around us with theoretical framework.

In his view, he has pure objective on assessing works based on each criteria. He has deep knowledge about urban design in American experience and case studies around the world. his works includes :

Urban Design: A typology of Procedures and Products. Illustrated with over 50 Case Studies, Creating Architectural Theory: The Role of the Behavioural Sciences in Environmental Design, American Experience, Designing for Human Behaviour: Architecture and the Behavioural Science , A Concise History of Modern Architecture in India, Designing for Human Behaviour.

I think today, when he retired from MUDD. I put a tribute to him, a great scholar. It wasn’t a big loss for MUDD, but Jon’s thinking will make new blossoms for his legacy. I am honoured to be taught by this person, a truly dedicative person. Thank you Jon Lang, salute!

Stanford Report, June 14, 2005 , ‘You’ve got to find what you love,’ Jobs says

I‘m always amazed by Steve Jobs with his speech at stanford, please enjoy your reading.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: “We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn’t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn’t have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn’t know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down – that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple’s current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn’t been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn’t even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor’s code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you’d have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I’m fine now.

This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960’s, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: “Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.” It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you

graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

taken from http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html

Ade Tinamei: Tribute for Ardi (dibuat sang Anak, dibaca sang Ibu, dipersembahkan bagi sang Bapak)

“The wisest mind has something yet to learn ” – George Santanaya, Spanish Poet, born in Madrid 1883-1952

Hari ini 11 Desember 2009, saya terharu sekali dengan tulisan Ade Tinamei, saya memanggilnya mbak ade. Dia menceritakan kisah dari seorang anak untuk bapaknya, sebuah cerita yang personal dan sangat sederhana, namun sungguh melandasi apa yang saya anggap sangat penting untuk menjalani hidup setelah perjalanan dari beberapa negara di dunia. Perjalanan demi ilmu untuk selalu belajar seumur hidup.

Tribute for Ardi (dibuat sang Anak, dibaca sang Ibu, dipersembahkan bagi sang Bapak)
 Today at 4:06am [11 Desember 2009 -ed]

Selamat malam.Sebelumnya terima kasih karena saya diminta dan diberi kesempatan mengisi sambutan dengan topik “Tribute untuk Pak Ardi”. Saya lebih suka menyampaikan pembukaan ini dengan bahasa cerita. Bukan bahasa pidato.Karena saya lebih sering melihat bapak bercerita, ketimbang berpidato atau menggurui dalam kuliah-kuliahnya.

Pertama, bagi saya Pak Ardi adalah pribadi yang kaya dan paradoks.Kaya, karena hingga kini kita tidak akan henti dapat menemukan hal-hal baru dari kehidupan Bapak. Tidak pernah habis.Paradoks, karena kita selalu dapat melihat dua sisi kehidupan Bapak. Bahkan saya yakin pada acara ini, saya mengajak untuk menemukan kekayaan baru dan berbagai paradoks dari diri Bapak.

Ke-2, bagi saya Pak Ardi adalah pribadi yang cuek.Cuek pada penampilan dirinya sendiri, sisiran rambutnya, dan bajunya. Tapi Bapak tidak pernah cuek pada kemajuan pendidikan. Untuk kemajuan arsitektur UGM. Untuk kemajuan Kota Yogya yang bahkan bukan kota kelahirannya atau kota tempat ia dibesarkan.

Ke-3, Pak Ardi adalah pribadi yang sederhana.Sederhana pada pemikirannya atau pembawaannya.Tapi tidaklah sederhana untuk perjuangannya.Tidak sederhana atas keyakinannya.Keyakinan bahwa pada umumnya semua orang dilahirkan adalah orang baik.
Bapak yakin pada dasarnya semua orang selalu beritikad untuk menjadi lebih baik. Bapak sangat yakin itu.

Ke-4, Pak Ardi adalah pribadi yang easy-going. Tidak ribet dalam menilai sesuatu dan membawa diri dalam komunitas baru.
Pandai berkawan.Tapi Bapak tidak selalu easy-going dalam menilai kepandaian murid-muridnya.Bapak selalu ngotot memperjuangkan apa yang benar, dan apa yang baik.Ngotot memperjuangkan generasi muda untuk berkarya.Yang menurut Bapak baik bukan bagi diri Bapak, melainkan untuk kepentingan murid tersebut atau komunitas secara luas.

Ke-5, Pak Ardi adalah pribadi yang romantis.Romantis pada keluarganya, tanamannya, dan rumahnya.Tapi Bapak memilih pragmatis apa adanya pada hal-hal lain.Pragmatis pada kompromi keadaan yang tengah terjadi.Ketimbang meromantiskan masa lalu dan tradisi, terkadang Bapak memilih untuk merasionalisasikannya pada setting masa kini. Mendengar berbagai pihak. Merangkul berbagai keluh kesah. Dan hidup berkompromi dari hasil keputusan bersama.

Ke-6. Tapi memang Pak Ardi pribadi yang pelupa.Pelupa pada tanggal-tanggal penting, pelupa letak dompet dan kacamatanya, bahkan terkadang pelupa menjemput saya yang telah menunggu lama di bioskop di masa muda kami dulu. Tapi satu hal yang saya tahu, Bapak tidak pernah lupa akan kodrat dirinya. Sebagai pengajar, sebagai arsitek, sebagai anggota masyarakat dusunnya. Juga sebagai pribadi manusia khalifah di dunia. Pribadi yang dianugerahkan amanah ILMU untuk memajukan individu-individu lain. Menyiarkannya dalam pengajaran yang terkadang terlupakan jadwalnya. Hanya lupa jadwal, bukan melupakan niatnya.

Maka di kesempatan sekarang ini, ijinkan saya menyampaikan salah satu pesan Bapak.

Bahwa hidup harus dimaknai.
Yang digali tanpa henti
Oleh ketekunan kita.
Dan kesabaran kita.


Bahwa hidup harus diwarnai.
Yang dicoreti dari berbagai pengalaman yang dijalani.
Oleh semangat kita.
Dan antusiasme kita.

Bahwa hidup haruslah belajar.
Yang ditimba dari apapun di penggal kehidupan kita.
Tak hanya di ruang kelas.
Tapi juga yang terhampar di sekitar kita.

Karena bagi Bapak, hidup adalah pencarian karunia Tuhan terbesar, yaitu ILMU.

Semoga kita bisa selalu menggali ILMU di dunia selama hayat dikandung badan.
Seperti Pak Ardi Pardiman.
Amin.

(disampaikan pada acara Pembukaan IAI Yogya)
Ade Tinamei, Executive Director & Senior Urban Designer at Center for Urban Design Studies (PSUD) and Part-Time Lecturer at  ITB.

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The Professor and the Mayonaisse Jar

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle,
When 24 hours in a day is not enough,
Remember this story about the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.

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This story reminds me to my professor in uni, the aim of the story is really inspiring, let me share again with you. Here we are

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students, if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.  The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full.. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.  He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous ‘yes.’

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

‘Now,’ said the professor, as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things – God, family, children, health, friends, and favorite passions – Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained. Your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car. The sand is everything else — The small stuff.

‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.

The same goes for life.

If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

So…
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play with your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.

There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.’Take care of the golf balls first —  The things that really matter.Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.’

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled.  ‘I’m glad you asked’.
It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.’
“and this inspiring story made me start my Mayonaisse Jar”

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The Daffodil Principle by Jaroldeen Edwards

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“There is a garden in every childhood,
an enchanted place
where colors are brighter, the air softer,
and the morning more fragrant than ever.”
~ Elizabeth Lawrence

Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, “Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over.” I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead “I will come next Tuesday”, I promised a little reluctantly on her third call. Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and reluctantly I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn’s house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren. “Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and the children that I want to see badly enough to drive another inch!” My daughter smiled calmly and said, “We drive in this all the time, Mother.” “Well, you won’t get me back on the road until it clears, and then I’m heading for home!” I assured her. “But first we’re going to see the daffodils. It’s just a few blocks,” Carolyn said. “I’ll drive. I’m used to this.” “Carolyn,” I said sternly, “Please turn around.” “It’s all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience.”

After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign with an arrow that read, “Daffodil Garden .” We got out of the car, each took a child’s hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight.

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It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow. Each different colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers. “Who did this?” I asked Carolyn. “Just one woman,”

Carolyn answered. “She lives on the property. That’s her home.” Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the patio, we saw a poster. “Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking”, was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. “50,000 bulbs,” it read. The second answer was, “One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and one brain.” The third answer was, “Began in 1958.”

For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop. Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration. That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time – often just one baby-step at time – and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time.

When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world . “It makes me sad in a way,” I admitted to Carolyn. “What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it ‘one bulb at a time’ through all those years? Just think what I might have been able to achieve!” My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. “Start tomorrow,” she said. She was right. It’s so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, “How can I put this to use today?”

Use the Daffodil Principle. S t o p  w a i t i n g …..

Dance like you have all of the time with you, * hold your breath and stay focussed

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Susan Boyle “the genuine lady”

“You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. Don’t make money your goal. Instead, pursue the things you love doing, and then do them so well that people can’t take their eyes of you.” – Maya Angelou

Check here “http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnmbJzH93NU”

Susan showed how we can reach our dream that if you wanna do it, you can. I still remember when last time I watched Les Miserables musical performance in London. It was such great performance with love, honesty, and honour. This song is extra ordinary and touched every body.

Her voice is amazing. Her genuinity is the most amazing..

“Les Miserables”
There was a time, when n were kind
And their voices were soft
And their words were inviting
There was a time, when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they turn your hope apart
As they turn your dreams to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my dreams with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he’d come to me
That we would live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from the hell I’m living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed