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The New Architecture And Urban Design Of Segregation Could Be Called Calvinist: They Reflect A Desire To Live In A World Of Predestination Rather Than Chance, To Strip The World Of Its Wide-open Possibilities And Replace Them With Freedom Of Choice In The Marketplace.

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The New Architecture And Urban Design Of Segregation Could Be Called Calvinist: They Reflect A Desire To Live In A World Of Predestination Rather Than Chance, To Strip The World Of Its Wide-open Possibilities And Replace Them With Freedom Of Choice In The Marketplace.

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The Language Of Commerce Has Been Engineered To Describe The Overt Purpose Of A Thing, But Cannot Encompass Fringe Benefits Or Peripheral Pleasures. It Weighs The Obvious Against What In Its Terms Are Incomprehensible. When I Drive From Here To There, Speed, Privacy, Control, And Safety Are Easy To Claim. When I Walk, What Happens Is More Vague, More Ambiguous-and In Many Circumstances Much Richer. I Am Out In The World. It's Exercise, Though Not So Quantifiably As On A Treadmill In A Gym With A Digital Readout.

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Previous Technologies Have Expanded Communication. But The Last Round May Be Contracting It. The Eloquence Of Letters Has Turned Into The Unnuanced Spareness Of Texts; The Intimacy Of Phone Conversations Has Turned Into The Missed Signals Of Mobile Phone Chat ... ('you're Breaking Up' Is The Cry Of Our Time).

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Stories Are Compasses And Architecture, We Navigate By Them, We Build Our Sanctuaries And Our Prisons Out Of Them, And To Be Without A Story Is To Be Lost In The Vastness Of A World That Spreads In All Directions Like Arctic Tundra Or Sea Ice.

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How Will You Go About Finding That Thing The Nature Of Which Is Totally Unknown To You?" (plato) The Things We Want Are Transformative, And We Don’t Know Or Only Think We Know What Is On The Other Side Of That Transformation. Love, Wisdom, Grace, Inspiration- How Do You Go About Finding These Things That Are In Some Ways About Extending The Boundaries Of The Self Into Unknown Territory, About Becoming Someone Else?

Activism Is Not A Journey To The Corner Store. It Is A Plunge Into The Unknown. The Future Is Always Dark.

It Is The Job Of Artists To Open Doors And Invite In Prophesies, The Unknown, The Unfamiliar; It’s Where Their Work Comes From, Although Its Arrival Signals The Beginning Of The Long Disciplined Process Of Making It Their Own. Scientists Too, As J. Robert Oppenheimer Once Remarked, ‘live Always At The ‘edge Of Mystery’—the Boundary Of The Unknown.’ But They Transform The Unknown Into The Known, Haul It In Like Fishermen; Artists Get You Out Into That Dark Sea.

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In Her Novel Regeneration, Pat Barker Writes Of A Doctor Who 'knew Only Too Well How Often The Early Stages Of Change Or Cure May Mimic Deterioration. Cut A Chrysalis Open, And You Will Find A Rotting Caterpillar. What You Will Never Find Is That Mythical Creature, Half Caterpillar, Half Butterfly, A Fit Emblem Of The Human Soul, For Those Whose Cast Of Mind Leads Them To Seek Such Emblems. No, The Process Of Transformation Consists Almost Entirely Of Decay.

Walkers Are 'practitioners Of The City,' For The City Is Made To Be Walked. A City Is A Language, A Repository Of Possibilities, And Walking Is The Act Of Speaking That Language, Of Selecting From Those Possibilities. Just As Language Limits What Can Be Said, Architecture Limits Where One Can Walk, But The Walker Invents Other Ways To Go.

The Oil Corporations Spend A Lot Of Money To Get, Say, The Tar Sands Pipeline Through, But Nobody's - You Know, There Are Definitely Environmentalists Being Paid - But A Lot Of People Are Acting For Something Other Than Financial Compensation. So If The Tar Sands Pipeline Doesn't Get Made, It's Because A Huge Amount Of People Are Doing Something That Doesn't Involve Remuneration, Money, Etc., Because We're Not Actually The Self-interested Financial Instruments That Economists Like To Imagine We Are.

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The Subject Of Walking Is, In Some Sense, About How We Invest Universal Acts With Particular Meanings. Like Eating Or Breathing, It Can Be Invested With Wildly Different Cultural Meanings, From The Erotic To The Spiritual, From The Revolutionary To The Artistic.

Many People Nowadays Live In A Series Of Interiors...disconnected From Each Other. On Foot Everything Stays Connected, For While Walking One Occupies The Spaces Between Those Interiors In The Same Way One Occupies Those Interiors. One Lives In The Whole World Rather Than In Interiors Built Up Against It.

Beauty Is Often Spoken Of As Though It Only Stirs Lust Or Admiration, But The Most Beautiful People Are So In A Way That Makes Them Look Like Destiny Or Fate Or Meaning, The Heroes Of A Remarkable Story.

A Path Is A Prior Interpretation Of The Best Way To Traverse A Landscape.

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I Am Against Resources Being Controlled By Corporations, But That Doesn't Mean I Want Them Controlled By The State.

At A Certain Fork In The Road Of Automatization, Europeans Chose To Have More Time, And They Work Far Less Than We Do And Get Much Longer Vacations. We Chose To Have More Stuff, The Stuff Sold To Us Through Those Beckoning Adjectives-bigger, Better, Faster: Jet Skis, Extra Cars, Second Homes, Motor Homes, Towering Slab Tvs, If Not The Time To Enjoy Them Or To Enjoy Less Commodified Pleasures.

Given A Choice Between Their Worldview And The Facts, It's Always Interesting How Many People Toss The Facts.

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I'm Grateful That, After An Early Life Of Being Silenced, Sometimes Violently, I Grew Up To Have A Voice, Circumstances That Will Always Bind Me To The Rights Of The Voiceless.

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Having The Right To Show Up And Speak Are Basic To Survival, To Dignity, And To Liberty.

How Will You Go About Finding That Thing The Nature Of Which Is Totally Unknown To You?

The Famous Zen Parable About The Master For Whom, Before His Studies, Mountains Were Only Mountains, But During His Studies Mountains Were No Longer Mountains, And Afterward Mountains Were Again Mountains Could Be Interpreted As An Alleory About [the Perpetual Paradox That When One Is Closest To A Destination One Is Also The Farthest).

For Me The Insurrectionary Possibilities Of Disaster Are What Make Them Really Interesting And Sometimes Positive - Mexico City's Big 1985 Earthquake Brought A Lot Of Positive, Populist, Anti-institutional Social Change.

Lost Really Has Two Disparate Meanings. Losing Things Is About The Familiar Falling Away, Getting Lost Is About The Unfamiliar Appearing.

A Contrarian At Heart, I Am Often Guided By What I Disagree With And Don't Want.

I Think That Walking Down The Middle Of The Street With Several Thousand People Who Share Your Deepest Beliefs Is One Of The Best Ways To Take A Walk.

Never To Get Lost Is Not To Live, Not To Know How To Get Lost Brings You To Destruction.

Sure, You Can Say Nuclear Power Is Somewhat Less Carbon-intensive Than Burning Fossil Fuels For Energy; Beating Your Children To Death With A Club Will Prevent Them From Getting Hit By A Car. Ravaging The Earth By One Irreparable Means Is Not A Sensible Way To Prevent It From Being Destroyed By Another. There Are Alternatives. We Should Choose Them And Use Them.

Walking Allows Us To Be In Our Bodies And In The World Without Being Made Busy By Them.

Perhaps The Central Question About [eliot] Porter's Work Is About The Relationship Between Science, Aesthetics, And Environmental Politics. His Brother, The Painter And Critic Fairfield Porter, Wrote In A 1960 Review Of [porter's] Colour Photographs: 'there Is No Subject And Background, Every Corner Is Alive,' And This Suggests What An Ecological Aesthetic Might Look Like.

We Treat Desire As A Problem To Be Solved, Address What Desire Is For And Focus On That Something And How To Acquire It Rather Than On The Nature And The Sensation Of Desire, Though Often It Is The Desire Between Us And The Object Of Desire That Fills The Space In Between With The Blue Of Longing.

To Lose Yourself: A Voluptuous Surrender, Lost In Your Arms, Lost To The World, Utterly Immersed In What Is Present So That Its Surroundings Fade Away. In Benjamin’s Terms, To Be Lost Is To Be Fully Present, And To Be Fully Present Is To Be Capable Of Being In Uncertainty And Mystery.

Every Minute Of Every Hour Of Every Day You Are Making The World, Just As You Are Making Yourself, And You Might As Well Do It With Generosity And Kindness And Style.

The Positive Emotions That Arise In...unpromising Circumstances Demonstrate That Social Ties And Meaningful Work Are Deeply Desired, Readily Improvised, And Intensely Rewarding. The Very Structure Of Our Economy And Society Prevent These Goals From Being Achieved.

They Are All Beasts Of Burden In A Sense, ' Thoreau Once Remarked Of Animals, 'made To Carry Some Portion Of Our Thoughts.' Animals Are The Old Language Of The Imagination; One Of The Ten Thousand Tragedies Of Their Disappearance Would Be A Silencing Of This Speech.

Globally, As The Nation-state Becomes Increasingly Less Meaningful - A Provider Of Positive Goods And More And More Just An Army And Some Domestic Enforcement - People Are Withdrawing To Shape And Support More Localised Forms Of Organisation And Power. To The Extent That It's Part Of That Civilised And Localising World, The Same Is True Of The U.s.

[in Mountaineering, If] We Look For Private Experience Rather Than Public History, Even Getting To The Top Becomes An Optional Narrative Rather Than The Main Point, And Those Who Only Wander In High Places Become Part Of The Story.

There Are Infinite Shades Of Grey. Writing Often Appears So Black And White.

Black And White

Eduardo Galeano Notes That America Was Conquered, But Not Discovered, That The Men Who Arrived With A Religion To Impose And Dreams Of Gold Never Really Knew Where They Were, And That This Discovery Is Still Taking Place In Our Time.

In A Sense The Car Has Become A Prosthetic, And Though Prosthetics Are Usually For Injured Or Missing Limbs, The Auto-prosthetic Is For A Conceptually Impaired Body Or A Body Impaired By The Creation Of A World That Is No Longer Human In Scale.

In Great Cities, Spaces As Well As Places Are Designed And Built: Walking, Witnessing, Being In Public, Are As Much Part Of The Design And Purpose As Is Being Inside To Eat, Sleep, Make Shoes Or Love Or Music. The Word Citizen Has To Do With Cities, And The Ideal City Is Organized Around Citizenship -- Around Participation In Public Life.

I Walk Wherever My Errands Take Me.

I Don't Think My Work Has To Be Loved By Everyone, And It's Loved By Enough People That I'm Grateful And Able To Keep Going.

Every Walker Is A Guard On Patrol To Protect The Ineffable.

What Gets Called 'the Sixties' Left A Mixed Legacy And A Lot Of Divides. But It Opened Everything To Question, And What Seems The Most Fundamental And Most Pervasive In All The Ensuing Changes Is The Loss Of Faith In Authority: The Authority Of Government, Of Science, Of Patriarchy, Of Progress, Of Capitalism, Of Violence, Of Whiteness.

Solitude In The City Is About The Lack Of Other People Or Rather Their Distance Beyond A Door Or Wall, But In Remote Places It Isn’t An Absence But The Presence Of Something Else, A Kind Of Humming Silence In Which Solitude Seems As Natural To Your Species As To Any Other, Words Strange Rocks You May Or May Not Turn Over.

It Had Come To Me Not In A Sudden Epiphany But With A Gradual Sureness, A Sense Of Meaning Like A Sense Of Place. When You Give Yourself To Places, They Give You Yourself Back; The More One Comes To Know Them, The More One Seeds Them With The Invisible Crop Of Memories And Associations That Will Be Waiting For You When You Come Back, While New Places Offer Up New Thoughts, New Possibilities. Exploring The World Is One Of The Best Ways Of Exploring The Mind, And Walking Travels Both Terrains.

Exploring The World

That's What I'm Trying To Get Over: The Idea That Anarchism Offers A Description Of Equitable Relations That Go Way Back Rather Than A Hypothesis Of What The Future Should Look Like.

Revolution Is As Unpredictable As An Earthquake And As Beautiful As Spring. Its Coming Is Always A Surprise, But Its Nature Should Not Be.

Modern Life Is Moving Faster Than The Speed Of Thought, Or Thoughtfulness.

A Lot Of People Think Of Political Activism As Some Grim Duty, And I Think We Do Have An Obligation To Be Citizens - To Be Informed And Engaged.

Everywhere People Are At Work To Build A Better World In Which We - And Some Of The Beauty Of This World - Will Be Guaranteed To Survive. Everywhere They Are At War With The Forces Threatening Us And The Planet.

The Poor Have Often Been Subversive Just Because They Don't Always Believe Their Own Depiction As Brutes And Loafers And Leeches, And New Economy Is Making Lots More Poor Or Recognize Their Fellowship With The Insecurity Of The Poor, The Portion Of The Population For Whom The System Does Not Work.

The Process Of Transformation Consists Mostly Of Decay.

While A Lot Of People Want To Join The Left To React Against The Mainstream Or Right, I In Many Ways React Against The Left - Not A Lot Of Its Fundamental Commitments, But Its Often Dismal Tone, Righteousness, Defeatism, Etc.

A Lone Walker Is Both Present And Detached, More Than An Audience But Less Than A Participant. Walking Assuages Or Legitimizes This Alienation.

For Millions Of Years, This World Has Been A Great Gift To Nearly Everything Living On It, A Planet Whose Atmosphere, Temperature, Air, Water, Seasons, And Weather Were Precisely Calibrated To Allow Us - The Big Us, Including Forests And Oceans, Species Large And Small - To Flourish.

How Do You Calculate Upon The Unforeseen? It Seems To Be An Art Of Recognizing The Role Of The Unforeseen, Of Keeping Your Balance Amid Surprises, Of Collaborating With Chance, Of Recognizing That There Are Some Essential Mysteries In The World And Thereby A Limit To Calculation, To Plan, To Control. To Calculate On The Unforeseen Is Perhaps Exactly The Paradoxical Operation That Life Most Requires Of Us.

Sometimes It Seems That The Fate Of The World Is Decided Entirely In The Ether Of Electronic Communications And Corporate Backroom Deals.

As For Me, The Grounds Of My Hope Have Always Been That History Is Wilder Than Our Imagination Of It And That The Unexpected Shows Up Far More Regularly Than We Ever Dream.

Perhaps It’s That You Can’t Go Back In Time, But You Can Return To The Scenes Of A Love, Of A Crime, Of Happiness, And Of A Fatal Decision; The Places Are What Remain, Are What You Can Possess, Are What Is Immortal. They Become The Tangible Landscape Of Memory, The Places That Made You, And In Some Way You Too Become Them. They Are What You Can Possess And In The End What Possesses You.

Credibility Is A Basic Survival Tool.

We Fly; We Dream In Darkness; We Devour Heaven In Bites Too Small To Be Measured.

Revolution Is A Phase, A Mood, Like Spring, And Just As Spring Has Its Buds And Showers, So Revolution Has Its Ebullience, Its Bravery, Its Hope, And Its Solidarity. Some Of These Things Pass.

People Are Actually Very Good At Being Communists In The Sense That They Instantly Abandon Capitalism, That They Love These Relationships Of Mutual Aid, Because The Astonishing Thing About Disasters Is That People Are Often Weirdly Joyous In Them, Because They've Recovered A Sense Of Agency, A Sense Of Power, Etc.

...the Gym Is A Kind Of Wildlife Preserve For Bodily Exertion. A Preserve Protects Species Whose Habitat Is Vanishing Elsewhere, And The Gym (and Home Gym) Accommodates The Survival Of Bodies After The Abandonment Of The Original Sites Of Bodily Exertion.

A Restlessness Has Seized Hold Of Many Of Us, A Sense That We Should Be Doing Something Else, No Matter What We Are Doing, Or Doing At Least Two Things At Once, Or Going To Check Some Other Medium. It's An Anxiety About Keeping Up, About Not Being Left Out Or Getting Behind.

Walking Shares With Making And Working That Crucial Element Of Engagement Of The Body And The Mind With The World, Of Knowing The World Through The Body And The Body Through The World.

Hope Is Not Like A Lottery Ticket You Can Sit On The Sofa And Clutch, Feeling Lucky.... Hope Is An Ax You Break Down Doors With In An Emergency.

There Is No One As Dangerous As He Or She Who Has Nothing To Lose.

Nothing To Lose

I Feel Like We're In A Truly Revolutionary Period, Not Just In Terms Of Practical Activities To Overthrow Regimes In The Middle East Or Occupy But Also In Terms Of Radical Redefinitions. I Feel Like Workers Are A Big Part Of It, But There's So Much More Going On.

A Procession Is A Participants' Journey, While A Parade Is A Performance With An Audience.

I've Been Gratified To See Over The Twenty Or So Years Of My Writing Life The West Become Less Of A Colony Of The East; Maybe New Technologies And Too Much Travel Undermine The Idea Of Provinciality.

I See Disaster Everywhere; I Also […] See Generosity And Resistance Everywhere.

If Sorrow And Beauty Are All Tied Up Together, Then Perhaps Maturity Brings With It Not What Nabhan Calls Abstraction, But An Aesthetic Sense That Partially Redeems The Losses Time Brings And Finds Beauty In The Faraway.

I Think One Of The Primary Goals Of A Feminist Landscape Architecture Would Be To Work Toward A Public Landscape In Which We Can Roam The Streets At Midnight, In Which Every Square Is Available For Virginia Woolf To Make Up Her Novels

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