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Remote Uncontrolled – No Man’s Island

By April 12, 2018 No Comments

Sandy IslandSandy Island – New Caldonia?
We are going to start you off with a great disappointment, like I am to my parents.  Over 1000 kilometers off the east coast of Australia at 19* 12” 44” S; 159* 56’ 21” E here lies Sandy Island…or does it?  Thus should read the “obituary” published be Maria Seton.  She became rather suspicious of this creepy island which was first reported by the whaling ship, Velocity, in 1876 and has been showing up on maps ever since, until she killed it.  There is maybe even more to be said for discovering something that does not exist at all.  The island has appeared on British and US military maps for ages with no confirmation.  While we set off to challenge GoogleEarth, let’s start with this gem.  Behold the image they created of Sandy Island where they drew innocuous black scribble over the water and labeled it Sandy Island.  This tipped Maria off.  She wasn’t having it.  Like a petulant child with a middle finger to the satellites, she took a boat out to the coordinates.  Low and behold there is nothing but open ocean (since copy/pasted by GoogleEarth over said black blob).  Not only is there no island, but the depth reaches about a mile.  There is no trace of an island ever existing.  Let’s take a second.  A deep breath.  A moment of silence for Sandy Island.  Now hear this.  Did you know that “Utopia” was coined by Thomas More and means “no place” or “no where?”  Maybe this is what all of us are looking for; the real lost place.  The trick is that you can’t find it.  Remote?  Yes.  Lost?  Maybe.  There is plenty more to be found in this series, but we warned you about this first one.  Here is an explanation, though.  It is possible that what Velocity wandered upon was a pumice float, which could have been created by something like this lava bubble that blew up the internet last week.  A similar one haunted us around 2012.  Rest in peace, Sandy Island, like my imaginary friend when I was a tyke.

the world residences at seaThe World – The World
The seasteaders have been think-tanking for a long time now, but can’t seem to get out of their heads and make their floating cities a reality.  When you consider that 71% of the earth is covered in water, we may as well learn to inhabit it.  Enter, The World.  These people take getting away to the next level.  The world is a city, but also a ship.  Those living aboard own their homes within this city ship and also hold stake in the ship itself.  It’s like a condo association, but without the condo.  At board meetings they decide their route for the year, coin tossing over the Caribbean.  The World has been cruising non-stop since it launched in 2002.  There is a market and deli, a gym apparently offering Zumba classes and the website boasts 6 restaurants and the only tennis court on the water.  Those not trying to sell you a multi-million dollar home on the water will admit that only 2 of those restaurants are actually functional and the tennis court is a poorly maintained pond.  If you have the money and the disdain for being land-locked, you can purchase your place aboard The World, one of the tiniest cities, but the largest residential ship (are there others?) on Earth.  With 165 “homes” you better learn to love your neighbors, because this may be the smallest of small towns with real big ideas.

fatbergFatberg  – Amsterdam
You may recall the story from 2013 when a blob of fat the size of a boat had to be blasted out of the sewer of London where it was clogging the underground arteries in the heart of the city.  On the other hand, you may have avoided this disgusting story of coagulation.  You are not Mike Thompson and Arne Hendriks of the Netherlands, who managed to swallow their vomit and feel “inspired.”  We applaud the rest of humanity that did not allow them to reach their $25,000 Kickstarter goal, but we did not stop them.  They are creating a work of art.  That’s what they call it anyway.  Collecting, melting, pouring and hand-squeezing oozes and oozes of fat into the Amsterdam harbor, they are making a point and a fatberg.  Something about health or waste or energy.  I don’t think they’ve decided yet.  They want to build it large enough to stand on and have dreams of eventually towing it to the North Pole.  Hey, we all have to have dreams.  The latest video update shows the triumphant moment of pouring remnants to total a ton of fat onto their floating ball of blubber and ends with one of them commenting defeatedly, “I thought it would be bigger.”