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Friday, March 31, 2006

Lunar urbanism 6

"The moon," New Scientist claims, "is about to follow the fate of Antarctica, which remained virtually untouched for nearly half a century after the first intrepid explorers penetrated its vast expanse. What followed was a mushrooming cluster of year-round laboratories, observatories and research facilities used by tens of thousands of scientists in summer and a thousand more who brave the long, dark winter."


[Image: Where to site a lunar laboratory; New Scientist].

Deep within such a permanent lunar base, scientists will find an "interference-free environment," which is "the perfect place to search for signs of extraterrestrial intelligence." Though one is forced to wonder: if the scientists aren't on Earth anymore... won't they themselves constitute a source of extraterrestrial intelligence?
In any case, in "certain places near the poles" these scientists will find "perpetual sunlight, handy for continuous solar power; and in the shadows of crater rims, perpetual darkness, ideal for astronomy... Plus, there is a rock-steady surface on which to build structures, and the materials with which to build them." Except – that's not entirely true: in fact, the very real risk of "deep moonquakes," NASA warns, is so great that the astronauts "may need quake-proof housing."
Finally, somebody go get Barry White 'cause "there are sites available where the nights are long and uninterrupted" – and that's all I gotta say about that.

[See also: Lunar urbanism 5, Lunar urbanism 4 – et cetera].

Congotronics

In the suburbs of Kinshasa, the capital city of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, there is a "strange and spectacular electro-traditional" sound being concocted. Drawing largely on Bazombo trance music, the most well-known of the bands creating this sound is Konono No.1, a band founded over 25 years ago which finally saw its first recording released last year.

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The music is shaped by likembé, or thumb piano, Konono using three (bass, medium, treble). Rigging these instruments to homemade microphones, and playing in front of a wall of speakers, the sound created is a mix of the traditional trance and experimental electronic music, an inadvertent though impressive combination. The addition of makeshift percussion and sometimes guitar and bass rounds out the line-up and sound. If this description defies comprehension, take a listen to this sample by Konono.

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On the heels of Congotronics 1 came the second installment this year, a mix of eight musicians creating similar but varied music. Subtitled Buzz n' Rumble from the Urban Jungle -- recalling the 1974 Ali-Foreman boxing match that took place in the Congo in 1974 -- I'm reminded of The Indestructible Beat of Soweto, another mix of African musicians, though South African instead of Congo. What each compilation shares is not only a snapshot of a certain time and a certain type of music but also a certain place.

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Where The Indestructible Beat grew out of the "rural-urban contradictions" of Soweto, according to Robert Christgau, Congotronics grew from the traditional-modern confrontations of Kinshasa, according to my interpretation of things. Most obviously this is apparent in the mix of trance and electronics, the latter a necessity to be heard in the city's noisy streets. In some ways, Konono and these other bands are trying to tame the "urban jungle", creating acacophonyy of sound (that's sometimes rather beautiful) with an underlying structure that holds it all together.

Pruned Strikes Again

Pruned's resident genius, Alex Trevi, continues to pour shame on the blogosphere, this time by digging up an unbelievable image of Jupiter re-imaged as a cylinder, unrolled as a scroll – complete with what Mr. Trevi calls "dendritic hyper-mississippian superstructures."


Read more, at Pruned.

Friedrichstrasse, Then and Now

Way back in 1921, Ludwig Mies van der Rohe envisioned a glass shard of a skyscraper for a prominent site in Berlin along the Friedrichstrasse.

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Eighty-five years later, Mark Braun Architekten unveils plans for an office building on the same site.

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While WAN calls it a "landmark project", I can't help think it doesn't live up to the iconic Mies design and imagery...but how could it? Mies's angular prow is dismissed in favor of a watered-down curve that even features a minimal nod to tripartite hierarchy in the band across the top, something Mies eschewed in the abrupt termination of the glass walls. If it were on another site, Braun's design would be applauded as a highly sustainable and competent office building, but here it's just a fraction of what it could have been.

Super Reef

[Image: Australia's Great Barrier Reef].

A "vanished giant has reappeared in the rocks of Europe," New Scientist writes. It extends "from southern Spain to eastern Romania, making it one of the largest living structures ever to have existed on Earth."

This "bioengineering marvel" is actually a fossil reef, and it has resurfaced in "a vast area of central and southern Spain, southwest Germany, central Poland, southeastern France, Switzerland and as far as eastern Romania, near the Black Sea. Despite the scale of this buried structure, until recently researchers knew surprisingly little about it. Individual workers had seen only glimpses of reef structures that formed parts of the whole complex. They viewed each area separately rather than putting them together to make one huge structure."

[Image: The reefs of Raiatea and Tahaa in the South Pacific; NASA/LiveScience].

In fact, Marine Matters, an online journal based in the Queen Charlotte Islands, thinks the reef was even larger: "Remnants of the reef can be found from Russia all the way to Spain and Portugal. Portions have even been found in Newfoundland. They were part of a giant reef system, 7,000km long and up to 60 meters thick which was the largest living structure ever created."

[Image: The Pearl and Hermes Atoll, NW Hawaii, via NOAA Ocean Explorer].

The reef's history, according to New Scientist:
About 200 million years ago the sea level rose throughout the world. A huge ocean known as the Tethys Seaway expanded to reach almost around the globe at the Equator. Its warm, shallow waters enhanced the deposition of widespread lime muds and sands which made a stable foundation for the sponges and other inhabitants of the reef. The sponge reef began to grow in the Late Jurassic period, between 170 and 150 million years ago, and its several phases were dominated by siliceous sponges.
Rigid with glass "created by using silica dissolved in the water," this proto-reef "continued to expand across the seafloor for between 5 and 10 million years until it occupied most of the wide sea shelf that extended over central Europe."

Thus, today, in the foundations of European geography, you see the remains of a huge, living creature that, according to H.P. Lovecraft, is not yet dead.

Wait, what—

"We do not know," New Scientist says, "whether the demise of this fossil sponge reef was caused by an environmental change to shallower waters, or from the competition for growing space with corals. What we do know is that such a structure never appeared again in the history of the Earth." (You can read more here).

For a variety of reasons, meanwhile, this story reminds me of a concert by Japanese sound artist Akio Suzuki that I attended in London back in 2002 at the School of Oriental and African Studies. That night, Suzuki played a variety of instruments, including the amazing "Analapos," which he'd constructed himself, and a number of small stone flutes, or iwabue.

The amazing thing about those flutes was that they were literally just rocks, hollowed out by natural erosion; Suzuki had simply picked them up from the Japanese beach years before. If I remember right, one of them was even from Denmark. He chose the stones based on their natural acoustic properties: he could attain the right resonance, hit the right notes, and so, we might say, their musical playability was really a by-product of geology and landscape design. An accident of erosion—as if rocks everywhere might be hiding musical instruments. Or musical instruments, disguised as rocks.

[Image: Saxophone valve diagram by Thomas Ohme].

But I mention these two things together because the idea that there might be a similar stone flute—albeit one the size and shape of a vast fossilized reef, stretching from Portugal to southern Russia—is an incredible thing to contemplate. In other words, locked into the rocks of Europe is the largest musical instrument ever made: awaiting a million more years of wind and rain, or even war, to carve that reef into a flute, a flute the size of a continent, a buried saxophone made of fossilized glass, pocketed with caves and indentations, reflecting the black light of uncountable eclipses until the earth gives out.

Weird European land animals, evolving fifty eons from now, will notice it first: a strange whistling on the edges of the wind whenever storms blow up from Africa. Mediterranean rains wash more dust and soil to the sea, exposing more reef, and the sounds get louder. The reef looms larger. Its structure like vertebrae, or hollow backbones, frames valleys, rims horizons, carries any and all sounds above silence through the reef's reverberating latticework of small wormholes and caves. Musically equivalent to a hundred thousand flutes per square-mile, embedded into bedrock.

[Image: Sheridan Flute Company].

Soon the reef generates its own weather, forming storms where there had only been breezes before; it echoes with the sound of itself from one end to the next. It wakes up animals, howling.

For the last two or three breeding groups of humans still around, there's an odd familiarity to some of the reef-flute's sounds, as if every two years a certain storm comes through, playing the reef to the tune of... something they can't quite remember.

[Image: Sheridan Flute Company].

It's rumored amidst these dying, malnourished tribes that if you whisper a secret into the reef it will echo there forever; that a man can be hundreds of miles away when the secret comes through, passing ridge to ridge on Saharan gales.

And then there's just the reef, half-buried by desert, whispering to itself on windless days—till it erodes into a fine black dust, lost beneath dunes, and its million years of musicalized weather go silent forever.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Algorithmic urbanist

These were all drawn by a computer, using code by Jared Tarbell.


The above image – called Substrate – is only one stage in a long algorithmic process. The various versions morph through different, oddly city-like fractal patterns, forming boulevards, squares, medinas – and reminding me of central Fes.
A few intermediary steps:


And some square ones:


All of which leaves me to wonder if the Artificially Intelligent city of the future will constantly reprogram itself, forming new wards and clusters where there had only been streets before – only to back-track, erupting fungus-like in bursts of self-assembled geometry. Weird overlaps and elisions. Symmetrical superslums.
Alternatively, you could create a videogame that reprograms itself as it's played – forming new and unique levels, none of which ever repeats itself – and the maps you try to make... look like these.
Meanwhile, Tarbell's algorithms also produce more organic forms:


[Note: It's worth clicking on the sand dollars and scrolling down].

So if algorithms ever broke into a genetic lab – what might crawl out the next day?
Finally, there's this beautifully tangled, gravitationally avant-garde quasi-planet, like someting out of a sci-fi novelist's wet dream. An anti-earth re-seamed together forming monstrous rings and topographies:


And there's more on Tarbell's website.

(Via Drawn – with huge thanks to Brent Kissel!).

Portraits of Loss

Photographer Chris Jordan, known for his series "Intolerable Beauty: Portraits of Mass Consumption", features his latest series on his website, "In Katrina's Wake: Portraits of Loss From an Unnatural Disaster."

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Remains of a business, St. Bernard Parish

Most of the photos contain a saturated muddiness to them -- sometimes literally, as below -- occasionally broken up by splashes of color, as in the red door above.

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Phone book, New Orleans

What stands out in the photos isn't only the destruction but also the personal nature of the objects. For example, it's hard not to think about the family who owned and displayed the blue statue below, their lives, for all intents and purposes, cut short in one way or another by Katrina.

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Statue in front yard, Chalmette neighborhood

The image below is reminiscent of Jordan's own Intolerable Beauty series, like the hurricane sped up an unfortunately inevitable process.

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Dollar Store near Buras, LA

Many of the photographs possess a haunting beauty that's hard to ignore and accept at the same time.

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Baptist church, Ninth Ward neighborhood

Jordan provides a couple links for this series: An article in Grist Magazine and an interview with the photographer.

In the event of nuclear holocaust...


[Image: Erik Gauger].

I've got a new piece up on Inhabitat this morning about the Los Angeles River. What is this "concrete trapezoid," laced with "geometric arroyo channels" – and what does it want from us?
Was it really paved over "to serve as an escape route in the event of nuclear holocaust"? What would Rachel Whiteread – or even Superstudio – have to say about it?
And how did the Friends of Vast Industrial Concrete Kafkaesque Structures get involved...?


[Image: Friends of Vast Industrial Concrete Kafkaesque Structures].

Find out more at Inhabitat.

41.87

4187 degrees Chicago Architecture is a 3d virtual tour of Chicago's tall and not-so-tall buildings, done by students at the University of Memphis last fall.

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While only ten buildings are featured, the graphical interface is pretty sleek and ripe for expansion, even if the detailed building models are a lacking in detail.

(Via Gapers Block)

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Design E-squared

Flipping through Metropolis Magazine's 25th anniversary issue yesterday, I took note of an advertisement for something called design:e2, billed as
A television series
that explores the
economies of being
environmentally conscious
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The series is presented by Autodesk, produced by kontent+real, narrated by Brad Pitt, and is set to hit your "omnidirectional sludge pump" in June. The bare-bones website (full website set to launch on April 1) further explains:
Eight different topics -- from sustainable architecture to water culture to alternative energy to organic farming to recycled clothing and more -- are presented in depth in six thirty-minute episodes, challenging us to live smarter, live greener, and live with the future in mind
On the surface, this sounds like one of those shows that makes TV worthwhile, but can eight topics in 180 minutes do more than touched on? Is that enough time to really challenge us or inform us? I don't think so. I would hope for at least an hour on each topic, giving each one some depth and an opportunity for various voices to be more than soundbites, a la the preview on the website. Regardless, it still sounds like something worth watching, much more than most crap on TV.

Monday, March 27, 2006

Radio Haloes of Earth

The "music of the magnetosphere" has been extensively recorded and catalogued by Stephen P. McGreevy, who once drove his dimunitive black van all over North America, antenna close at hand.


McGreevy hopes to capture "the sounds of Earth's fascinating, naturally-occurring audio-frequency radio signals" – elsewhere referred to as the "radio sounds of 'space-weather.'"
Better yet, much of McGreevy's work can be downloaded for home listening.


Audible space weather appears, McGreevy explains, when energy from the sun "impacts Earth's Magnetosphere and generates lovely Aurora and Natural-Radio Signals." This topologically endless pressure-front between terrestrial energy and the radioactivity of the sun whistles, hisses and growls throughout McGreevy's MP3s.


The classicist inside me wonders: if Homer had made digital field recordings, wouldn't he, too, have sought these silent whisperings of the sun? Hymns from Apollo.
What new myths exist at the ends of untuned antennas? And what the hell is that sound?
This auroral chorus almost implies that birds imitate the sounds of space-weather every time they sing – but that claim clearly can't be substantiated while I'm typing into a laptop. (Can birds hear space weather? It's a legitimate question).


I actually find myself wondering at least two more things: 1) if humans had evolved just slightly differently, with different ears and skull structure, what catastrophic shiverings of distant galaxies might we hear? Eavesdropping on the sky, ablaze with endless whistling. Detonations of stars. Galaxial light.
2) Could you build a city that deliberately cultivates space weather? It'd use special metals in the frames of skyscrapers, and – if you did it right – the city itself would act as both antenna and loudspeaker, filling the streets with howls...
If it worked, would anyone live there?
This, for instance, is the sound of space weather above London – so perhaps it's possible to turn every city into vast canyons of white noise, neutron stars blasting empty avenues with sound. Forget light pollution – you'd hear London, hissing, unearthly, at the limit of the distant horizon. Sonic landmark.
The sky – unplugged.

(For vaguely related thoughts, see Aurora Britannica and Podcasting the sun).

The Second City

Chicago finds itself runner up again, this time in a list at diserio.com of The Top 15 Skylines in the World. While diserio mentions his urban planning background, the driving factors seem to be simply how tall and how photogenic each city's skyline is.

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If Chicago could add 25 more buildings over 200 meters (656 feet) to its current crop of 19, maybe it could overtake Hong Kong at the top of the list...that is if Hong Kong would just stop building high-rises.

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(via necromanc, via Gapers Block)

Monday, Monday

My weekly page update:
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Juan Valdez Flagship in New York City by Hariri & Hariri - Architecture.

The updated book feature is Ken Smith: Landscape Architect/Urban Projects, edited by Jane Amidon.

Some unrelated links for your enjoyment:
50 Years Eames Lounge Chair
Oh, how I love this chair! (via dezain)

Design Science Lab
Apply now if you're interested in developing solutions to global and local problems; intense, collaborative environments; and R. Buckminster Fuller. Being held in NYC in June and Asheville, NC in July.

Artifacts from the Vernacular Urban Landscape
"A record of, and comment on, the contemporary vernacular landscape...primarily in downtown Dallas, Texas," by Peter A. Calvin.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Resort Hotels of the Stratospheric Future!


A flying hotel has been proposed by Wimberley Allison Tong & Goo (but check out their space resort!), as part of a long-term campaign to design "entirely new kinds of destinations" – aka "successful destinations," leaving me, perhaps alone, to wonder what exactly an unsuccessful destination would be (a place at which you can never fully arrive...?).


WATG has even published a PDF – made out to look like a manuscript illustrated by Leonardo da Vinci – explaining their vision of this and other surrealistically imaginative resorts: they're creating the hotel of tomorrow.
(Can anyone say Archigram?)


Perhaps no one will be surprised by this, but I find the project totally fascinating – even if it is designed by an international tourism consultancy firm (an industry brilliantly satirized by Michel Houellebecq's novel Platform [not for everyone]).
I'm still into this thing. In fact, BLDGBLOG could buy one of these hotels and move our offices permanently into the stratosphere. I'd look forward to it.


(Spotted at Interactive Architecture dot Org; see also Deep Space Hilton).

Friday, March 24, 2006

Tirade #100

Over at ArchitectureINK, they've posted their 100th tirade, "This Country Has a Problem"*. The tirades started back in September 2000 with "F--- the NCARB".

Tirade appears to be very much the appropriate word.

*And that problem is Republicans

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Concrete Island


[Image: From the 2006 Venice Architecture Biennale].

The stated subject of this year's biennale is "the meta-city, an agglomeration that extends beyond the traditional form and concept of the city."
I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to be looking at up there – but I like what I want to see in that image, which is either a reclaimed assemblage of highway overpasses, or a house built to look like an assemblage of highway overpasses. Either way, it's genius.
Is it practical? Well, the ramps could be terraced, for starters, with floors at different levels, and steps cut into them, and toward the center of the cloverleaf could be a walled interior: bedrooms, bathrooms, a kitchen, guest rooms, all with floor to ceiling windows. A readymade, full-surround deck. Easy parking. Plumbing and electrics would come up through one of the concrete trunks – along with a staircase, through which to enter the house or visit your own backyard (or "underyard" – unless that's too Freudian).
It's the house of the future: built like a highway overpass. Built on a highway overpass.


[Images: From the Freeway series by Catherine Opie].

I suppose it's not even outside the realm of possibility to imagine, several hundred years from now, after nearly everyone's died of bird flu, AIDS, or open civil warfare, that freeways – those massive examples of widespread land use, the world over – could be reclaimed, domesticated, built upon as new foundations. Houses in the midst of highway flyovers, cloverleaf junctions given windows, bedrooms constructed on off-ramps. New feudal worlds of elevated flyovers, towns held aloft in the sky.
In Concrete Island by J.G. Ballard, we enter such a world, framed by drainage culverts, feeder roads, ascent ramps and storm tunnels, and we meet a man, called Maitland, who finds himself marooned after a crash, stuck alone in an urban blindspot: out of sight, out of mind, on an off-road island made entirely of concrete.
"In his aching head the concrete overpass and the system of motorways in which he was marooned had begun to assume an ever more threatening size. The illuminated route indicators rotated above his head, marked with meaningless destinations."
The man looks for "some circuitous route through the labyrinth of motorways" – but finds none. He simply sees "vast, empty parking lots laid down by the planners years before any tourist would arrive to park their cars, like a city abandoned in advance of itself."
Indeed, Maitland, our new Crusoe of the London motorways, is "alone in this forgotten world whose furthest shores were defined only by the roar of automobile engines... an alien planet abandoned by its inhabitants, a race of motorway builders who had long since vanished but had bequeathed to him this concrete wilderness."


In any case, as freeways continue to form the only visible horizon for urban inhabitants worldwide, we may realistically find that houses soon come to look like them: back-looping knots of elevated platforms, curved nests of ramps that are suitable for living in, elevated over an empty world we've left behind.