Heard about Philip Johnson in a short peice on NPR. He died recently and they mentioned this as his favorite building. His profession was that of an architect. I've often wondered about living in a house with glass walls. All cliches about throwing stones aside, I'm finding this part of my life is about tearing down the walls. A house such as this fits my mood. No secrets. No lies. No defenses. I imagine myself in a Japanese robe laying on the bed with a cup of steaming green tea, reading Salinger's 9 stories. The Glass House.