Quick note on meta-technology

Attended a few minutes of Henry Flynt's lecture at the Red Room, before taking my son back to watch black and white mickey mouse.

About meta-technology. An idea, if it's good enough, can spread faster than any material known, being known by only thought and lightwaves makes ideas much more powerful than physics, chemistry, and botany combined. Even better than mathematics.

The problem with mathematics is sublimation. It sublimes every paradox it comes across, integrating it but also warning against it. Irrational numbers, for example.

Related topic, of course, is meta-materials, however, meta-materials build on top of material, while meta-technology can transcend material. For example, any internet meme that has caused virtual traffic jams.

My friend Melissa Moore has started a company which I think epitomizes meta-technology. Nikuu makes lamps. When I asked Melissa, do you use wood or metal or plastic, she said "well, it's complicated"... Observe and understand that she crafts in ideas, and the lamp is an ephemera of the idea. This is the ideal state for the artist in a global economy, for, the idea can be "border-less propulsion" and the lamp can be a token of wealth.

Rouse Columbia

September, 2010:

Ah, another pleasant trip to Columbia, Maryland. Between the three roads of Governer Warfield Parkway (said sternly), the Little Patuxent, and Broken Lands Parkway (again, said sternly), lies the Mall at Columbia, the trianglular epi-focus of this invented community.

A community invented in the fifties by Mr. James Rouse, as a "satellite" city in the Disney mold- a style manual, stucco/futurist development, imaginary names of Indian American royalty, a monorail, and easy access off, of course, I 95.

Racquetball, an "architectural" sport, was also invented in the fifties, by Joe Sobek. The synthetic, blue bouncy ball acts as a vector to amplify the dueling players' energies, to create a chaotic system within a poured concrete box.

On Hickory Ridge

Cordage Walk

High Beam Court

Charter Oak

Bridlawn Terrace

East Wind Way

The Bluffs at Hawthorn

Avalon Symphony Woods

Howard Community College (Rouse Centre).

I wrote this Utopian poem in the morning, while cruising the roads of Columbia. Later on that day, I got so mad, I knife-handed the dash board so hard the glove-compartment flew open. In the fifties, Rouse made a deal with the local government to buy Indian burial grounds, "knob hills", and also low-lying swampland, to build his community on.

This "cursed land" can poke through in places; a marsh here, a sulphur spring there. The technique is often used- cover an Indian burial ground in aesphalt- a way to steal solemnity from the ancients for the benefit of the profane and ultra-modern.

My mouse pointer is pulled towards the darker corners of this google map:

Environmental Area

Lake Kittamaqundi

Wilde Lake

Intersection of Broken Lands and Columbia Pike

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