Yup, makes sense.
The Metric Marvels campaign…
They tried to switch with Ford and Carter in the 70s,
but it made too much sense.
"Flying Cities: the boom of urban cable-cars"
I don’t see infrastructure connecting neighborhoods but flying over them…this is one in Rio.
JUST THOUGHTS, ON LAND AND FREEDOM
The other day I walked out of my apartment, and saw these signs. “NO TRESPASSING”. They hung them everywhere in the shitty courtyard my cubicle apartment is facing. This place is already a prison for undergrads. Then it really felt claustrophobic. Welcome to America, the land of the free. I took the signs off. They’re probably gonna put some new ones up soon.
As a kid I loved cowboys, the American west, the open frontier, travel, exploration. Colonialist geographers would think like 6 year olds, and like 6 year old Ale, yet of course the world is so much different than that, thank god. Or is it.
Who the hell is the immigrant here? We really all are, and that’s the beauty of America, as long as it’s not just destroyed by exclusivist, essentializing claims to this land. The soul of a lost continent survives.
As nation-states drew borders between Brazil and Peru, straight lines divide Manitoba from Minnesota and North Dakota, and people from Italy, China, Nigeria, Pakistan, Russia, flock onto these shores to build their American dream, soon to be crashed, the Native American soul survives, at the core of what both North and Latin America are.
This land wasn’t theirs, they came from Asia, like many still do. Land doesn’t belong to anyone. It’s everybody’s and nobody’s. How can we claim land? How can we claim it as our right? I am ON the land, but why should I think I’m the only person who can be there? It’s about positioning myself in space, and having a right to do so, more than claiming others don’t. Private property, but really property of land, is a pure invention, it must stop. It will stop, probably too late.
Land and its products, virtually everything we touch and see, even after it’s been refashioned by human hands into objects, is not ours, private exclusive property has really ruined our planet and our souls. I sound like a Berkeley hippie, I don’t even know why I’m writing this, but I really need to. To let out some of the anger that living in an apartment bloc in my own little cubicle, that feels so safe and cozy, as opposed to People’s Park, 30 meters away from my doorstep, where many homeless persons spend the night on the ground, underneath the trees.
Why do I get a bed, a fridge way to big, bigger than myself, a couch for guests, my own bathroom, all between 4 tiny walls, when they don’t? Did I do anything to deserve it? No. But did they do anything not to deserve it? No. What are human rights about? Aside from all the hypocrisy people hide behind?
Donating to charity to save people so far away who were hit by an earthquake, where does that money go? And why not spare a dollar to the old guy who’s finding him or herself at People’s Park? What right do we have on the land? What rights do we have on places like People’s Park, or on the American land, or on the four walls of my cubicle studio apartment? None. None of this is ours.
When I was a kid I always dreamt of living on the street, running away from home with a notebook, pens and pencils, and a pic of my dog. I’m 28 now. Accumulating stuff is becoming really heavy. And it really doesn’t make sense.
The free space to act we are left with by the system we live in is not much, unless we wanna end up at People’s Park too, and just give up all we have, including our jobs and homes. Otherwise, how useful can it be to donate what you have to your neighbor? To eat local food? To actually help your friends instead of pretending you haven’t seen they were not okay? I don’t know. There’s not much room to act incrementally, and it seems to me more and more that a solution can only be drastic. But you gotta have the balls.
Otherwise you just get by, like I do, like most of us do. I just get by feeling guilty about living here, buying that, feeling bad for my privilege? It’s not really just that, I didn’t cause this privilege myself, and I should enjoy a damn good steak without crying. But I can’t help thinking of all the connections this piece of meat, no matter how organic, grass-fed, cooperative, local, whatever, it is, I can’t stop thinking about the connections this has with all the shit that surrounds us.
it’s just that all this is really disgusting, that I must have a book shipped from New Jersey to the West Coast coz it’s cheaper than one shipped from Oregon, the neighboring state. I just feel claustrophobic in a reality where the “NO TRESPASSING” signs are everywhere. Hung on walls, on price tags, on peoples’ faces, on the pizza you’re eating, on yourself.
I don’t even think that “running away from home” can set you really free anyway. You still live in this world. You don’t have to be an investment banker and live in Hong Kong, you can live in the woods of Northern California, but still you gotta have an ID, you gotta get money to buy the saw and hammer and nails you’ll need to build your home with, a home on which you’re gonna have to pay taxes.
You can be like hey yeah I’m free fuck you, but when the cops eventually come at your door with boots and guns, what will you say? The land of the free. And now that doesn’t even make sense, complete freedom is a mirage, we gotta help one another, it’s too late to go back to the woods with the billions you accumulated, bastard. Republicans in this country and neoliberal capitalism builds on that hope too, the same hope I have, of setting myself free. The difference is that they wanna do it to keep their money and we wanna do it with nothing in our pockets.
Complete freedom is a mirage, but a mirage that can guide my existence. If freedom is unattainable in society, what do I have that is free and makes me free? Not even my body really, but my mind yes, my mouth yes, and words, that is the only thing that is still free, if you write here, or for yourself. That’s why I love writing I guess. That’s why I wrote this just straight out of me. To let it out a sec, before going back to my stupid life. A little lighter though. And looking forward to the next camping trip. And dreaming of real commons. And of open land, to stay open.
(Berkeley CA, September 22nd, 2013)