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where, at scale, public and private partnership occurs in persistent engagements,

- is there interlocking

- what kind of a mesh is there to hold disparate components together?

 

From Office of Infrastructure: History of Highways link

after a century: “Secretary Gallatin urged, ‘shorten distances, facilitate commercial and personal intercourse, and unite, by a still more intimate community of interests, the remote quarters of the United States.’”

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“…spectacular transcontinental trip made by Dr H. Nelson, a prominent surgeon, from Burlington, Vermont, in a 20-horse power Winton touring car, which he purchased from a private owner in San Francisco… the first to complete the cross-country journey in a motor car, Dr Jackson left the Golden Gate City on May 23, 1903, accompanied by…”

“In 1913 no State, nor probably any county, could boast a complete highway system. As the motor vehicles rolled from the assembly lines and out into towns and through the countryside in growing numbers… The Lincoln Highway.”

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1893 Good Roads Movement > Office of Road Inquiry, Dept of Ag, from Statute: “To enable the Secretary of Agriculture to make inquiries in regard to the systems of road management throughout the United States, to make investigations in regards to the best systems of road-making, and to enable him to assist the agricultural college and experiment stations in disseminating information on this subject, ten thousand dollars.”

Federal Aid Road Act, Woodrow Wilson, 19160711

 re: _________-sourcing

- occurring after the prototypical endeavor, something novel is created in the abstraction to form the original problematic, now an extra-original basis for the new call

- maintaining the call in the problematic [for the right opportunity for another endeavor] requires sustained arrangements such as sustained intelligent institutes

- remove previous idiosyncratic logistical excess from the presumption of being necessary for reiteration - some sequence of development different from the earlier one will have emerged in retrospect throughout the drive towards the evolution of a new application

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To accumulate intelligence in social memory - In the act of erecting architecture - Allowing intelligence in economy and trade to accrue while using existing architecture - and Novel architecture

Whereupon we take to task to ask ti esti after what vision given - we construct in the contribution of meaning the reality of the vision.

The meanings do not consist strictly of rational thought or purely in imaginative dream, but in the words we speak and write, the actions we take, the things we make, they are in all we put forth into which world we share.  

In time, to accumulate intelligence in social memory, whether historiographed, whether in one or many narratives - 

intelligence accumulates in the order of each our own activities, in how we mind them and how we make them,

intelligence accumulates in the trust we should stay the same in how we are, in how we treat each other, in how we transact with each other,  in how we grow as individuals and in relations, independently and yet there awaiting, and

intelligence accumulates in each our histories and how together self-assembles into social memory.

Through activities that grow in complexity and gain in information depth, generally called trade because the sum consistently changes such that discoveries and gains occur as a function of time and human acts, intelligence giving rise to communities and economies accrue.  The constraints provided by existent non-specific architecture provide the limitations that can spontaneously compel advances. 

As communities develop, intelligence is allowed to grow as economy and trade develop: this is not only possible but likely while using existing architecture, as history itself becomes part of the principle.

Where social memory accrues and crystallizes into the substance and structure of built architecture, the novel architecture is now a culmination. 

  

In the act of erecting architecture - 

In the act of enacting architectural space -

 In view of these rather difficult times and my own experiences sitting and lying around in hospitals and other facilities, still working after each elusive objective that we’re to be the fruits of the day’s labor: there seems to be room for some admission or confession to sigh over what measure could be had, or to cry over what pleasure was sadly lost. A moment, I say. Hold, I say. I look about me, and everywhere I go are people at their jobs, people seeking after what is possible in their futures, folks going to the market for more than needed yet not excess, folks who have discovered new realities in between the metrics of their previous lives. At times I am taken forward by a rush, at others entirely arrested…

Before these few months I had become busy studying a map and pouring over books new and old. I am recalling memories hidden away in unmarked records, scratched clippings, torn photographs, and unassuming symbols to be deciphered. 

How did we get here, I wondered.  To this present, yes. More importantly, we left behind a stagnation burning into an age that held us back. In that we felt bondage and we would not be free unless we marked a date in a future, a common future, a date when we would take leave together and start afresh somewhere, here. Here is the moment in time, then a future date, now a past date, or is it a date to be renewed, and to date again, to be renewed, to date again, renew, date again, and so forth? Always in our future: if not for knowing it had always already been set in stone, forever permanent in our past, that date when we broke free - how else for sure could we know? Not only are we here, new, free, we can forever date forward, another day when our commitment to be free and to make our own destiny, everyday in the future. 

No office of Immigration, no paperwork, could really tell the centuries of stashing secrets away in books, slips in dried food, heirlooms in socks, all these items that bore magic in memories to be passed onto our children, so that in the new land some day so far into the future we could not envision whatsoever, they shall remember us well.  Some new land, yet unimagined nor founded, yet discovered already in our heart and even the soul magnanimus - somehow shared in our dreams we saw vast swaths of land where all could come, where grasses grew and wildflowers, where wells could be dug and water drawn, where crops would grow, and a house could be raised.  How many centuries in the making, these eons passing by, slipping away each second into a jar of change, to be deposited in some faraway imaginary land whose existence could only become real in the purity of belief.  How we had dreamt.  Somehow in time we invented the chests that could carry our cargo much heavier than the mass itself for the meanings and magic and memories they carried, they weighed much much more than for their physics alone.  

If the journey to the voyage had been long, it was only because there was so much we did not want to discard yet must part with.  These were not some cheap possessions easily thrown and forgotten, but part of our souls and way of being.  There were some things or many, there were homes and buildings and churches, there were stores, and cobblestones and columns, and those windows we called fenestrations.  The passageways and the narrow corridors, the light wells, all the beauty and the truth in matter we had had to leave behind.  So few items were brought yet so heavy were the cargo we found solace on the boat over the high seas.

tbc 

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 Let us place the Star Gate beyond the Moon. 

*it is each:

- New World

- World Trade Center

- Star Gate

(The trick is to imbue our knowing with "all of the above". My question today, what is in a name?)