A while ago I started a facebook group to awaken my townsfolk to the fact that they are all retards and ought to just kill themselves (no offence intended for actual retards or those who struggle with depression). So far they’ve just been killing cyclists and pedestrians. Truly. I’m not joking. Now half my colleagues, the local aldermen, the traffic engineers and the great unwashed of Hoonsville Tasmania, have decided I’m just a loony. That’s okay. I’m very discerning in the company that I choose as well. I’m not surprised, or disappointed, that my typical facebook post would only engage a handful of the people who live in this carpark.
It’s funny how these blogs so many of us are keeping become our personalities projected, and how they attract readers the way our personalities attract friends. My blog has attracted crowds in the past; you know, thousands of hits and dozens of comments. What a pain in the arse when that happens! Still, every now and then, you can’t resist throwing the seagulls a chip as I did with this recent post about eBikes. I mean, why did I bother? I doubt any of the people who read it clicked on the link to my last book, or will hang around long enough to be readers of my next one when it comes out.
I blog for the thought-provoking comments and discussion it brings me, and can proudly recommend my blog as the best place on the web for comments chains that are worth reading in full—that is, if you’re interested in applications of critical theory to the production of cycle-space. Hey, there’s an idea for a T-shirt!
One recent comment was a lightning rod to me, reminding me of lesson-one from my architectural training: design for the end user. It has been a while since I designed anyones house, but let me use that kind of project as an example. You don’t talk to the engineer, builder, or local government until your client is happy with your design. And you don’t talk with your client about how the building is to be constructed, how the bracing will work, where the plumbing will run, or any of that. You talk about framing their way of life and their values. Later, when you go in to bat for your client in discussions with technocrats, you literally carry a bat. Your job as an architect, is to torture those bastards. We know how they would have us all live: