City A Quick Note on the Global City
“The next time you go on a hike, take a look at the surrounding trees. You might be surprised to discover that `tree’ is actually a cellphone tower.ā€¯ Eileen Rivera, Tech TV
The power of the world city, which thrived without contest in all other centuries but our own, the 21st, is now diminished by the global city—the city of the future. The world city (Rome, Zanzibar, Singapore, Berlin, Cape Town) was a world within itself. Outside of the world city, there was nothing but the sea; inside, there was everything. If we use Edgar Allan Poe’s short story “Murders in the Morgueā€¯ (1841) as an example, Paris counted Russians, Germans, Englishmen, and even an orangutan as its citizens (and suspects). Paris was then (as it is now) a whole with in which all was possible.
A mid-sized city like Seattle, which has never been (and will never be) a world[-class] city, is a global city. A global city is defined not by how cosmopolitan it is, or by its size, but by its links with other cities. Meaning, global cities are not isolated bubbles that enclose an entire cosmos but, particularly at the level of information technologies, extensively networked in a galaxy of other cities, both near (Seattle, Portland, Vancouver BC, San Francisco, Minneapolis) and far (Seattle, Hong Kong, Seoul, Honolulu, Kobe).
Seaports, warehouses, and industrial factories defined the infrastructure of the world city; airports, camouflaged cellphone towers, satellite dishes, data rooms, optic fibers define the near-virtual infrastructure of the global city. In Philosophy of Right, Hegel writes: “Just as the earth, the firm and solid ground, is a precondition of the principle of family [village] life, so is the sea the natural element for the industry….ā€¯ The sea is to the world city what air is to the global city.
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One more point: A world city like New York can become a global city; but the reverse is not possible—Seattle can never grow into a Paris.
I'd settle for a few decent sidewalk cafƩs, preferably a cluster of them, something like the Place de la Sorbonne, but without the Laputan conceits of the sorbonnien(e)s.
Oh and we need to make it legal to drink wine in the parks. A picnic without wine is like sex without an orgasm.