extra terrestrial space junk or techno-junkies expanding waste lines

[rich]

who better than mr sinclair to write about the olympics

http://www.lrb.co.uk/v34/n16/iain-sinclair/diary

The pattern of missile sites around the eastern margin of the site
reminded me of a mapping I made, years before, coming from Blackheath
to General Wolfe’s statue on the crest of Greenwich Park, in order to
look out over the spread of London. You can call these spatial
relationships ley lines, lines of energy – or natural sightlines. In
1974, my markers were the churches of Nicholas Hawksmoor; now, as
Moore remarked, there was a darker occultism in place. Someone with a
perverse sense of humour, and a repertoire of arcane information, had
laboured with compasses and scrying instruments to choose the rocket
sites. The Blackheath cluster Moore assigned to David Lindsay, author
of A Voyage to Arcturus, who was born in Lewisham Village, but whose
parents lived on Blackheath Rise. The sinister weapons hidden in the
water tower of the Bow Quarter, originally the Bryant & May Factory,
he dedicated to Annie Besant, who led the match girls’ strike in 1888,
and who later interested herself in Theosophy and succeeded Madame
Blavatsky as the international leader of that movement. The deployment
in Epping Forest, close to the base from which the surveillance
helicopters take off, is closer still to Matthew Allen’s High Beach
Asylum where John Clare, distracted by agricultural enclosures, was
lodged. But it was the launcher site in Oxleas Wood, where locals had
fought hard (and successfully) against motorway incursions, that I
wanted to inspect.

On Thu, Aug 23, 2012 at 10:13 AM, Prashant Kumar
<siva.prashant.kumar at gmail.com> wrote:
> You're comparing Curiosity to the London Corp-Olympics?
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> On 24 August 2012 01:16, alice wellintown <alicewellintown at gmail.com> wrote:
>>
>> of course i am curious about the red planet, but not that curious, i
>> mean, i do not want a ticket to mars, not even as my final frontier
>> flight into the great night that is death, no major tom tin can for
>> me, but what a waste, a waste of money out there, and this line to
>> mars, this phone call to a robot curiosity costs too much and can not
>> be justified by all the waste we wallow in here on the blue planet. to
>> man with a hammer everthing is a nail, and to a techno-junkie with a
>> budget, every gadget is indispensible to the project. waste not want
>> not, but where is the fun in that one wonders, unless of course, one
>> has a desperate need for funding a project that is short because some
>> techno-junkie is wasting away the money
>>
>>
>> http://www.johnkay.com/2012/08/22/why-do-we-need-to-pay-billions-of-pounds-for-big-projects
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