I’m not sure why, but I’ve been thinking about Bucky Fuller a lot lately. I’ll grant that I don’t know an abundance about our only modern DaVinci, but what I do know is that the man was not quite of the right time. I’m not sure when it will be that people will truly appreciate his mad genius. The major difference between DaVinci and Fuller is that DaVinci had a better excuse for his inventions not being built, the technology simply did not exist. What is truly sad is that everything Fuller suggested was feasible and functional, but it wasn’t as marketable as the folks with the capital wanted. So, our way towards cars that get 100 miles to the gallon and windmills that provided all of our power needs were squashed.
I think one reason I’ve been thinking about Fuller may have something to do with one of the prisons that I work at. This particular prison has a magical ability to be alarmingly windy even on the calmest of days. And when the wind has kicked up elsewhere the winds can actually lift you off of your feet, a phenomena that got me thinking of windmills. Prior to our governor selling all of the states assets in order to balance the budget for a few months most of the prisons in our state were fairly self-sufficient. Whenever I get out of my car and have to chase papers down, I wonder why that prison doesn’t power itself with a windmill or two. Then I look to the right and see the airforce base, and there’s a bit of a hint. But if they used the Fuller windmills they wouldn’t have that sort of a problem. At least, assuming Fuller wasn’t completely out of his mind. And anyone that allows themselves to be called “Bucky” isn’t necessarily rational.
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