THE FUTURE OF CARS

: changing ways of being

Thoughts after a drive from Brisbane to the Gold Coast on the M1, 29 October 2024 at 11:00am.

DD

We have too many cars in the world; they are the basis of all movement, all planning, all activity: we live around the pathways we make for cars. They frame, shape, and form the majority of our public places. One, of course, has to include all vehicles here, because they too, establish the framework for our lives. Subdivisions are made to be accessible not only for cars to access each separate dwelling, but also to be capable of providing for buses and rubbish collection vehicles – with roads designed for access, egress, and the ability to turn around and otherwise manoeuvre in spite of the preferred ambience and scale of things: our whole world is shaped around roads. Cities are planned with these arteries and veins forming their cores, mapping them, offering the life support purposes similar to those in the body; such is their modern necessity where ordinary life and its living kowtows to these mobility machines.

What is the future: more cars? It seems so, with possibilities of hydrogen, EVs, and other variations of options for propulsion all vying for supremacy in the necessity for what is now a cliché easy to ignore - ‘a carbon-free future to save the planet.’ It is as though the only solution is to try to solve the carbon problem rather than the car concern – their ever-increasing numbers are rarely questioned. It seems that all effort is going into solving one problem by producing more and more slightly different vehicles promoted as ‘green,’ rather than wondering if cars themselves have a future; if they might be the core of the problem that needs addressing. There is something narrow-minded here; something being blind-sided in order to avoid the unwanted answer. Here one thinks of Kodak, the company that kept on believing in film, even getting huge government grants to keep going in Australia, while the digital world boomed, and eventually busted the company, forcing it to change. Are car manufacturers doing likewise – never being brave enough to ask if this is the end of the car, but just pushing on and on with the private vehicle as we know it, complete with shrewd, distracting spin?

The logic of this approach that seems to ignore the observations of lateral thinking, even proposing the ultimate ambition, a driver-less vehicle, heightens the absurdity of the situation that only ever sees more and more vehicles on our roads, with more and more demands for ever more and better roads and parking areas to accommodate the growing numbers. The effort to obtain these envisaged futures comes with all the usual hype of desire#: vehicles with no, minimal, or even negative, (or is it positive? – who really knows?), carbon impacts that can out-perform all others in drag racing acceleration, towing capacity, and maximum speed, as if the ever-increasing numbers of vehicles on the roads will ever allow such extremes to be reached, let alone safely reached. We are playing a sad game to stir envy; one-upmanship: ME FIRST!

There is a madness here, something strangely irrational that plays with egos rather than looking at the issues that one can already see appearing on the highways that are constantly packed with end to end, side by side lanes of traffic crawling along to get from A to B; and cities chocked with similar densities at a standstill. This silliness is just not sustainable; something has to give. Building new motorways only aggravates the situation; encourages the inherent desires and latent madness. We seem keen to work hard on discovering different fuels that give the desired carbon outputs, as our calculations predict, but never talk about the numbers when it comes to making these millions of vehicles that come with an array of complicated parts that all require materials, time, energy, and effort to produce. What really is the final energy/carbon equation? Dare one ever calculate it to reveal the real figures here? What is the future of the planet, and life itself, if it keeps ploughing on, concentrating only on its ideas of ‘progress’ that involve ever-increasing quantity and a growing, belligerent laziness? The aim to maximise performance while doing nothing appears to be the new definition of efficiency that seeks out a robotic solution in everything while appearing to forget that even robots need materials, time, energy, and effort to construct: only the amazement gets attention.

There is a screaming absurdity here: something has to give. What are the possibilities? We can either keep pushing ahead into a world that fits itself around everything a car needs, as we have been doing, or think more about alternatives that concentrate on our quality of lives, of living itself. What do we really want? We will still want to get from A to B in the most convenient manner, so what are the possibilities? If we are so clever as to really produce driver-less vehicles, why not do this at a scale greater than the one-off car designed for a one-off individual, to ‘express’ this person’s egocentric status in the world with difference? Why not bullet-cars on highways for groups; and likewise, but slower in cities? We could work to scales here, of number, speed, and size to be appropriate, and to link these services into the existing train, tram, and aeroplane services.

The city itself needs to be considered first and foremost as a place for people to live in rather than as a place for cars to access. We have already had proposals for cities planned for walking – ten-minute places, so that everything is available within a ten-minute stroll: all services and all mobility possibilities. We need to consider the future of our existing thoroughfares. Some can be reused; others transformed into walkways or green strips; or scaled down for auto-access – automatic rather than automobile.

All of this possibility requires a change from individual importance to group responsibility; to the creation of a shared centre where everyone can participate happily in its outcome rather than compete for supremacy in both subtle and crudely obvious ways. We can see this struggle in expression today even in simple suburbia and in CBDs – the display of the urge to compete, to out-do the neighbour, to stand out, to be noticed – to be starkly different in every way: to declare ME! - even to have the right car, or cars as a supplement to enhance this presentation pushed by real estate itself. This game that establishes a hierarchy out of the battle to be noticed, needs to become a commitment to place and lifestyle that can make a centre, a town, a city, a place that can be enjoyed by all without the glare of the ME-ME-ME screams that are currently exaggerated and stimulated by our promotional advertising. So it is that we see car brands showing speed and breezy style, with beautiful ladies and suave gents; we see vehicles racing through country, across streams and through mud, all when the advice is always to avoid water and to drive carefully. We are constantly shown how we can be important, and how we can act to be ‘great again,’ to be seen, with what can only be interpreted to be self-centred, irresponsible, anti-social action. This needs to change so that we can settle back from this competitive searching for ways of being better and better than anyone else - the richest and the fastest; the most flashy and the most smug; the most stylish – to being content and happy in beautiful surroundings that are not dominated by the car; not shaped by the car; not overcome by the car with its necessity for performance, its noise and general pollution; its egocentric encouragement: into a place for contentment.

It might sound fanciful now, but the future will have to face up to the current stupidity that sees the world being saved by producing millions of vehicles every day, forever and ever – until we reach the AMEN. We need to start now before we have to make more and more commitments for the car that will all make change more of a struggle to alter; to reverse. The core is that we need to change ourselves instead of churning out more and more different cars that all seek to express our individuality in the same way as we churn out buildings that all seek to scream out: LOOK AT ME! – WOW!! while the world collapses into an emotional heap that we now talk about as struggles with mental health that involves the constant belittling of others with stimulating envy. Without change, we can only expect more and more of the same madness in life and the struggles with being that this creates.

The search has to be for contentment. Big corporations need to be managed rather than becoming the guides to our futures that seek to suit them and their fantasies that they thrust onto us as desirable necessities. We have to remember that cry of the 1970s: ‘small is beautiful,’ and act on this basis that needs to seek out and learn from the rich diversity of nature, our surroundings, not as green buildings covered with shrubs, but nature in tact, its little things – if there be any left before we realise how much we need it, how much it can mean for us, instead of being distracted carelessly by concentrating on our cars, their ephemeral shapely style and slick speed that create MY bespoke identity and inflate MY ego into a rage of conceited discontent.

Why nature? Nature discloses the ordinary integrity in its beauty and wonder in an extraordinary, quiet, unpretentious manner, revealing subtle qualities of the world of which we are all a part, aspects that are dominated, scorched by the flimsy flamboyance of the flare of the ego and its shattering dislocations.

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30 DEC 24

NOTE

The slick promotional material for the Cupra vehicles urges one ‘to fuel your obsession . . . discover yourself ’ - to give in to your indulgent desires and find out who you really are: a hyped-up, ego-centric performer seeking everyone's approving attention.

https://www.cupraofficial.com.au/cars/cupra-range/leon

A 'performance' vehicle.

THE DEGREE SHOP: GRADUATING AT NEWCASTLE

This array of images is a pictorial essay on graduation at the University of Newcastle in Australia. The university promotes itself as one of the top 100 in the world - or is it 200? # - as well as being one of the most inclusive, with an attractive graphic of what one assumes to be a horse.

What 'impact' is measured?

Universities are even graded on their clean water and sanitation.

One might have hoped that they would all be number one.

The obvious question: ‘Why a horse?’, leaves one puzzled. A little research explains that the pretty image is a seahorse - Oh! Why didn’t I recognise the delicate straight line of the head and the watery forms, instead of reading the iconic marker as a horse and flames, perhaps suggesting determination and perseverance; maybe commitment in the face of the challenge of learning?

No; the meaning lay in a subtle, almost too clever and exotic reference to hippocampus: see Wiktionary and Wikipedia where the Greek meanings are noted - hippo and campus - for a word that carries the suggestive reference to a part of the brain and the campus as ‘educational’ sites. The symbol seemed to be all about learning; but who speaks of the seahorse as a hippocampus today? Does the logo hold too much of a corny reference to being ‘brainy’ with the hippocampus being known as the part of the brain responsible for memory, emotion and learning that has the shape of a sea horse, before any derivation via Latin from Greek hippokampos: hippo horse; kampos sea monster, is recalled?*

This learned reference lingered pictorially with some irony at graduation day - well, at one graduation event. The university breaks the occasion into morning, midday, and evening occasions over a few of days, just to handle the numbers. It is an admirable challenge that staff endure with style, panache, and reasonable humour; but it does hold a sense of a production line that reminds one of the cynical view that universities have become businesses interested in selling degrees, even, on some occasions, ensuring that ‘honours’ comes into this field of promotional learning endeavour, apparently to highlight excellence in quantities, by including the word in the formal title of the degree, ensuring that, with this particular degree, everyone graduates ‘with honours,’ a unique category that has its own special hierarchy in further divisions and grades; there were thirty ‘first class honours’ in one class, with other groups of thirty or so students scheduled as being within division one and two, and grades one and two of each division. One wonders about such matters, fearing that they might be mere word games implemented only to impress, to smarten up fairly ordinary outcomes.

e.g. - Degree of Bachelor of Laws (Honours) / Diploma of Legal Practice.

Surely a centre of learning would never lower itself to be so cunningly manipulative? One was left uncertain about this as one strolled through the milling of the crowds on this morning of the graduation calendar with a small camera - the typo is telling; ‘milking’ appeared as the fat finger stuttered over the miniature, mobile keyboard to galvanise the question: was education and the celebration of success really all just a matter of maximising the possibilities for the extraction of money?

The style and the sense of occasion was impressive. Academic dress has its own symbolism and authority, and gives a regal/legal, learned, aloof feel with its flowing robes and platformed heads, mortarboards, that get touched by the right hand as a form of recognition and respect, almost as a salute, but gentler, as the gesture causes one to slightly bow to the other.

It is all very splendid; but, alas, the rule is that the mortarboard has to be purchased from the university, and the robe and hood have to be rented from the same outlet. Last year’s mortarboard cannot be reused; neither can your or another’s gown or hood be worn. What strange rules. Is the setup really just meant to be that of a cash cow?

The morning was warm, with only an occasional movement in the air. The early afternoon crowds gathered in the space allocated outside the Great Hall after the formalities. The pavement being trod on was decorated with aboriginal-looking motives. The graphic ‘dictionary’ was provided on a post to explain its ‘deep meaning’ of this art – see: https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2024/06/country-outside-inside-place.html. All graduates had been given badges; one was a floral image designed by a First Nations graduate; the other held the logo with the words of the name of this centre of learning. It seemed a shame that the hippocampus hadn’t been used as a button badge just by itself. Perhaps it was considered to be too obscure?

The badges.

Aboriginal sensitivities seemed to abound. All speakers acknowledged country and elders, etc. appropriately, according to the guidelines## - see https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2024/06/country-outside-inside-place.html - and the aboriginal flag fluttered overhead along with that of the Torres Straight Islands and Australia. Most of this context seemed to be ignored by the graduates and their families who were excitedly taking their proud snapshots of the family member who was gaining all the attention - a family first? - as snapshots captured mortarboards flying through the air, re- enactments of actions seen on TV and in the movies, as if to prove that the event was real, rather than being a spontaneous gestural enjoyment.

On lifting one’s eyes to follow the trajectory of the square, tasseled projectile, one became aware of the beauty of the treed campus; it was indeed a wonderful site for learning; but the questions lingered. Dominating this busyness, was a small tent-like shelter with large lettering on its roof that reminded one just too much of the savage cliche critique of universities: ‘THE SHOP.’ Signs on pathways directed one to this ‘official’ place of commerce. Around the edge flap of this shelter, one was reminded that this was ‘SHOP.NEWCASTLE.EDU.COM’ - ‘OFFICIAL MERCHANDISE.’ Indeed there was an array of gifts available: the essential bunches of flowers for those who had forgotten; stuffed animals, some, almost mockingly, in academic dress; branded mugs and glasses; and tee shirts marked with the university’s logo and name. The outlet reminded one of a hospital shop rather than an academic store. There was not anything that might hold or represent the values of learning available other than a notebook/diary and pen complete with logos, which, like the rest, just reminded one of kitsch. The flowers looked grim, as they came in a white wrapper edged with the black line used traditionally to announce death.

It was all very sad. Is this really the only way the day could be celebrated and remembered, by selling things that one might expect to see in sideshow alley? THE SHOP seemed to reinforce the idea of this centre of learning pandering to populism for cheap profit rather than searching for excellence in any field. One envisaged this ‘Degree Shop’ as completing an event that was all beautifully and shrewdly presented with slick, published booklets+ and pretty badges, with paraphernalia for cute, quirky remembrance and shrewdly blatant self-promotion. Are memories always best sustained with such crudely brash, unsophisticated sentiments?

After all, places like this have to promote themselves just as any business does, don’t they? Well, no; ideally one might have hoped that the reputation gained from real outcomes might have been enough. It seemed that things were being forced, orchestrated just too much, suggesting that there was a gap to be filled; perhaps a void in the performance and output that needs to be glossed over, avoided?

In spite of this, the hype of the day was contagious, as indulgent families rode on the wave of promoted, congratulatory success as they relaxed after enduring the years of study, putting aside the next great challenge in life for just a few hours - employment; getting a job. One wondered: what will happen to the academic teddy bear embodying that startling clash between the ideals of rigorous scholarship and the emotional lure of scheming sentiment?

What is the 'world standard'?

P.S.

And there was more; in another building there were snacks, drinks, and live music on offer to let everyone celebrate. In amongst this cacophony there was a framing service offered for a cost: your formal degree could be immediately framed in gold and black, ready to be hung on the wall when you returned home. It seemed that every opportunity to make a quick quid had been explored; and it seemed that few families could resist spoiling their special loved one on this bespoke day. ‘Milking’ seemed to be the appropriate term to describe the crass process that was successfully stimulated by a mix of enthusiasm and other emotions that modified most inhibitions to allow the impulse purchases to flow freely.

THE SHOP.

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One speaker said in her speech that the university was in the top 100. The booklet suggests that it was in the top 200. Google says that it is in ‘the top 201-250 in the world.’

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This site has the live streaming of the occasion and digital versions of the publications: https://www.newcastle.edu.au/current-students/study-essentials/graduation/live-streaming

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Google’s AI overview adds yet another layer to this unusual logo:

The University of Newcastle’s (UON) coat of arms features a seahorse, a mythical creature, as a symbol because it's based on the coat of arms of the Shortland family, the university’s founder:

Seahorse

The Shortland family’s coat of arms depicts a seahorse, a mythical, heraldic creature. The illustration on the grant of arms shows a hippocampus, a mythical beast that resembles a ‘merman’ with the head of a horse.

It seems that the origin of the logo was heraldic, with the references to brain, memory, and learning being squeezed out of this strange image that has turned out to be a very attractive and clever graphic image. The use of both the heraldic image along with the snappy graphic in university promos does cause some muddlement, as each has its own separate set of messages.

Wikipedia illustrates the university’s coat of arms. The motto is ‘I LOOK AHEAD,’ but the seahorse/merman is looking left, which, to the western eye that reads left to right in its progression, seems to be backwards:

but I look ahead . . .

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Traditional Custodians

The University of Newcastle acknowledges the traditional custodians of the lands within our footprint areas: Awabakal, Darkinjung, Biripai, Worimi, Wonnarua, and Eora Nations. We also pay respect to the wisdom of our Elders past and present. About our Indigenous Collaboration:

newcastle.edu.au

One has to remember that, in spite of this acknowledgement and recognition, over 60% of the voting population of Australia denied the First Nations members their Voice – the right to be listened to; and it is believed that this State Government-owned institution has no intention of handing over the campus or any part of it to the traditional custodians it goes out of its way to acknowledge, or to the wise Elders it respects with so much resolve in its declaration.

THE ESSAY