Earlier this year, I came across an interesting article about recent developments in that old Sci-Fi dream potentially turning real-life application, the floating city. The idea is to create a floating platform, anchored to the ocean floor, which would provide room to live and work for, in this specific scenario, up to 10,000 people.
Oceanix, the organization on the practical end of this concept, has a lot more information on their website. And my inner nerd finds some of their ideas quite fascinating.
Okay, I admit it. I’ve been reading William Gibson again. A lot. That’s probably the reason why I started thinking about capsule hotels. Colloquially, if somewhat irreverently known as coffin hotels, or the even more morbid corpse drawers, these creatures are certainly one of the strangest accommodations ever to populate the hotel universe.
For many, these stacks of boxes labelled hotel might, despite their frequent, but modest resurgences, already feel like a quaint and foreign anachronism, but I can’t help but wonder… So, I’m going to go ahead and write about my own thoughts and ideas about a modern version of a capsule hotel. One that I may find in Hamburg or London, and would want to stay in. Which ironically would also be my first stay in a capsule hotel of any kind, since so far I never had that opportunity.
This one is not really about the future. It’s about the present. It’s about using the tech we already have and how I’m doing that. It’s going to be a long one, but most of it is just how I do it. So, no need to read it all, unless you’re interested in the details.
That being said, I find it interesting how often the paper(less) discussion keeps popping up in random conversations even today. We’ve been talking about the paperless office since the 1970’s. Its imminent arrival has been predicted since the 1980’s, usually by computer manufacturers unable to provide so much as a user’s manual without slaughtering a small forest. And at a time, when buying a piece of software was habitually accompanied by a trip to the local book store. Hard to imagine these days, but in the 80’s it was really like that.