Monthly Archives: July 2010
This is Floda31.
This is the haven of Floda, mingled in the many alpine forests and lakes of Sweden.
This is exotic colors as each evening the midnight sunset highlights the long grasses and pine wonderland with its subdued orange and pink tinges.
This is sleeping in a shed in the middle of a field, feeling the wind rush across your face, no alarms, just being woken up by the baby swallows flittering around the room manically whilst they glide through the air for the first time.
This is pounding in nails – stud walls – preparing a super-insulated hive where the buzzing of ideas will thrive.
This is lovingly prepared fire-heated baths in the outdoors, the intense freedom of your birthday suit out ‘in the wild’.
This is moose sightings and finding little hideaway hunting cabins deep in the forest.
This is campfires at the lake eating moose meat, or showering in the local community church.
This is swimming in the black glassy lake and being ravaged by mosquitoes – itchy as hell.
This is minimising our impact on the environment.
This is exciting exchanges between designers, consultants, physicists, skaters and tradesmen filling each other with inspiration and drive to innovate.
This is laughing lots and lots and lots.
This is time to think, the constant hum-drum unstoppable stimulation of modern living gone.
This is a collaboration machine, a centre for innovation and sustainability where people from many different disciplines will come and work together on specific projects.
This is filling the gap.
This is causing innovation piece by piece for sustainable living.
This is it.
Check out this video made by Ben & co. Amazing!
I have spent the past few days delving into various wood piles strewn across the Floda landscape. I’ve been seeking worthy fillet de tree for a stud wall of insulating love to protect the shiny rapid prototyping suite soon to be gracing the barn with its presence.
Throughout this process, various similar pieces of timber have occasionally cropped up and have steadily been collected in some corner as a point of interest for when I’m not thinking about Swedish girls, ice cream, or both. Fairly rare. Miraculously, at some point, that time did come and all the pieces came together in the form of…
A BUCKET!! Exciting stuff ay? As I was getting bucket rage trying to put all the pieces together, it did get me thinking about the cyclical nature of humankind, Marxist means of production and the potential of domesticated industry. And I hadn’t even had any of the little mushrooms you see in the cow poop.
The barn was completed in 1939 which means its well old. It also means that Farmer Swedish Geoff the 1st most probably built this here bucket with his own bare hands and his own bare tools. This is something that I would have usually taken as outdated and inefficient. Make something you need yourself? PAH!! What a ridiculous concept, go fourth and multi-buy.
But what really struck me was how many skills you needed to posses in order to create such a bucket. And the tools. But young Swedish Geoff had them all at hand, head and home. He needed something, he went out and made it. No supply chains, no manufacturing costs, no focus groups, no profit margins, distribution rights or recommended retail prices. No air miles laden in guilt. Just the tools of production, and the knowledge of how to use them properly. After a brief few decades of absence, it now seems this time is upon us once again.
There has been a lot of discussion of late about the shift from rapid prototyping to rapid manufacturing. It fills me with an abounding sense of joy that someday soon one of Swedish Geoff’s digitalised descendants will be able to download and 3D print a rubber duck (or bucket) all from the comfort of their 3D printed armchair.
However, as we gleefully sprint backwards into this future of ours, a thorny cliche stabs at my side. I hate to sound like a grumpy old twenty something but I cant help but feel a slight twinge of guilt as yet another human skill set evaporates into the digital ether. I have visions of my future self grumbling “it weren’t like that back in my my day, we had to go out and BUY our fun” as my grandson prints himself another shotgun from the device in the corner. Just how my granddad told me how he would have made his own toy rifle back in the good ol’ days.
Don’t get me wrong, the prospect of domesticated manufacturing will be a welcome blockade in a relentless stream of infuriatingly pointless products and the environmental burdens that come with them; transport costs, retail space, packaging etc. It just seems a shame that another physically and mentally engaging human experience will be reduced to mere clicks of a mouse. Luckily for me then I guess, that I have a stud wall to build in a barn somewhere in northern Sweden.
From the archives: Badger versus the machine. Rune votes machine.
Axel’s guitar being put to good use