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wings stirring in motion unbearable hurricanes. I cringe while four of them break loose from my blue plastic shopping bag and go running on the sidewalk. I stand still to balance out their unexpected motion. They stop. I move again. "During the toddler stage (ages one to three), the youngster begins to explore and test their environment. Everything is new, exciting, and waiting to be touched! Parents must therefore be diligent in providing their child with a safe environment while teaching self control and self-reliance." I was quite a lively child, as children probably should be. Once outside the womb, I navigated still in a womb-like structure for the next 12 years of my life. If I ever got to fall, I had a safety net, I had my small city, my neighborhood, my spiderweb of social relations, my family. The net had the misfortune of breaking right on the cusp of adolescence. "Destroyed, replaced, transplanted along with it's foundations on another setting, the building no longer is eternal." Architecture and power (documentary) - http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=hsCXGcj3dFM Sands shifted, spaces changed, what was once open became enclosed. I changed cities, witnessed the uncomfortable death of the marriage of my parents, lost all of my friends. Without a safety net I then decided: I had better stand still, the movements around me were unbearable. My days proceeded as attempts at ordering time. Schedules were drafted, timing was set, structure was initiated, I adhered to it all religiously. The few digressions which did take place were short lived, making no impact on the overall attempt at order. I retired in a sense of knowing. My experience in ordering the world came into being at the same time as the popularization of personal computers and later on, the Internet. With it I started having a crutch. I did feel that the only thing which I now needed in order to "know" was curiosity. The next step would bring me without fail towards "finding out". The information was out there and all I had to do was refine my searching skills. --I stick to my screen, I stick to building worlds out of imaginary ones and zeroes, because here it's easier than anywhere else to build and to destroy without the scars of flesh, the ones which last well into respectable old age. It's also easier to control (or imagine the illusion of control over the world). I am the creator and the destroyer. Sure, there is a higher level which supersedes me. Nevertheless, I am given the tools which imply my control.
Once the process started. histories. I find a dual comfort in knowing that traces can vanish. the municipality chose the middle of a freezing and snowy late March night (unusual weather conditions for a city in which spring begins in full force in March). gestures. it's ramifications did not extend as far as the real world. On the night of March 25th 2013. there is a trace of stability through the potential of information to live forever.it was polite for fear of not alienating the other one. it frames several images. made me feel comfortable. vanish behind an alias . it's a calm space which can evaporate in a matter of an instant. What it did take was a shift in social structure. which makes content spread "viraly" and lose it's initial owner. erected in the 19th century and named "Hala Matache". outside forces dictated new coordinates. The team didn't finish their job that night. images. while the people were deep into their sleep. the weather. Therefore. if you don't feel that it's broken? It did have the disadvantage of being a virtual system. The city had nothing more to do than obey. becoming owned by potentially everyone. --I didn't really get out of my attempts to order the world because there was no need to. In an ever-changing world. Demolitions were more or less the norm in the 1980's.safe games for frightened people. in the frame). but which the city of Bucharest holds as mementos. Whenever interaction did happen. Just as with my own life. it frames the frame and the framed (and the frame in the frame. Surroundings in Bucharest continue to changing dramatically. or what I perceived as intelligence. It's said that once something is put on the Internet it can last forever due to the easiness in copying and distributing it. Regardless of the arguments of conserving the city's history and architectural identity. Intelligence. details. at other times it soothes me to know that I can always find them there. Why change a system you worked so hard for. it tended to have one major flaw . spatial structure and ever-shifting surroundings. scars on it's skin. The reason for this? The spaces I was navigating and the tight rules I was imposing on them did not allow for true human interaction. to begin the demolition of a landmark.A screen frames an image. This small piece of reality was a duplicate of different times. there was no turning back. To change the initial system it takes more than being aware of it's flaws. was gradually wiped off of the face of the Earth to . One of it's most quiet neighborhoods Uranus-Izvor. sounds. facts. Bucharest's mayor gave orders to start tearing down a well known historical buildings. In the 1980's Bucharest was subject to a symbolic change. Times which I did not inhabit. It only ever needed to get started. It was also interaction from which one can hide. it was never honest to begin with. The building had been in dispute (a trial was started between the local NGO's and the municipality) two years prior to it's demise. layers of understanding.
delayed by twelve days. When they travel they adopt the new calendar. or London. the calendar of the past. but also chronological continuity. they stare out the window or to their feet instead of looking into each others eyes. it's chaos. It can also initiate movement and transformation. not really sure how to cope. But it's acceleration is not progress. You alienate the people by taking away from them a sense of spacial. Nobody before them has had the desire to overlap Romanian time. the other one. that was the goal. they live each day in the present and anticipated. the demolitions and displacements initiated a break in continuity and belonging. religious holidays and profane ones and even the feeling of the present. 30 years later. yet. They live the oldest of old according to the old calendar and the newest of new according to the modern calendar and they are forced to be mobile and adaptable. Where once we took our time. the city still seems to be licking it's wounds. It's maybe a stretch to say that just by destroying a tightly knit community. people from Romania live twice. the "civilized" calendar. over the time of civilized societies. In Ioana Parvulescu's book "In the intimacy of the 19th century" (2005).. which makes everything relative: anniversaries. there are details of chronological discontinuity as experienced by Romanians in the 19th century. in the present and retroactively. What used to be a community. left behind.make way for what is now known as "The house of the people". (. country of contrasts.. They all know that something is wrong. "In Romania. What was torn down with the Uranus-Izvor neighborhood was not just a series a houses but.) In reality between Romanians from abroad and the ones which are home there is a difference of 12 days.. as Duiliu Zamfirescu calls it. In a certain sense. given the solidified social structure of the place. to pick up on the delays. was replaced by a purely utilitarian building. while the country still used the Julian calendar. a maniacal building which spoke of dictatorship and delusions of grandeur. and the calendar of the future. It's a matter of what exactly those . if they are in Paris. now time was accelerated. they're not quite sure how to fix it. There's something in me which inherited a time shift. Western. as supposed to the Gregorian calendar which was in place across Western Europe. nobody before them has had the same clear desire to fix the time shift. the entire city was dismantled. To balance it out I spent most of my life learning to stand still for it until I could no longer bear it. progress. It's people are detached from one another. or Rome. they also return to the old time. They have every year two birthdays and two passing’s into the new year. (." In the year 2013 my country doesn't know how to stand still. or Vienna. people live according to a double calendar. when they return home. Switching geographical coordinates can be a trigger for paralysis. Ultimately though. They each carry the traces of the city. if they are in Romania..) The Julian calendar means stagnation. My culture has experienced discontinuity at least as far back in time as the 19th century.
"At the heart of the continuity versus discontinuity debate lies the question of whether development is solely and evenly continuous. each of which is characterized by at least one task that an individual must accomplish before progressing to the next stage. Developmentalists who advocate the continuous model describe development as a relatively smooth process. almost eery. the people. keys. phones. Meanwhile. jackets and so on. to make way for business centers and 6 lane highways. little by little. there will be a safety net. or whether it is marked by age-specific periods. with the exception of the red thread of change. the trees and canals. the streets. will remain in the same place from one day to the next." . There is no red thread uniting the two. There is calmness in knowing that the things you left in one place. supporters of the discontinuous model describe development as a series of discrete stages. run. all the while remembering that the city will support. that you can break the norm. Bucharest is the place where historical buildings are being torn down against court orders.coordinates belong to. and seeing that the environment will not shift while I push it's boundaries. but also the unknown. permeates the buildings. through which an individual must pass. became a lesson exactly through the power of the setting. A feeling of calmness. I moved to Amsterdam in August of 2012. It will stand still for you.artworks. during blizzards. the street signs. You can fall asleep in one reality and wake up in a different one. without sharp or distinct stages. How do you gain continuity and a solid grounding in reality if your reality alters significantly in a matter of hours? How can you know that you can hold on to memories if you can so easily be stripped bare of the real? --It's through being exposed to both the break of continuity and continuity itself that I can say I begin to understand a relation between surrounding and individual action. extracted from the setting the education process was taking place in. in being confronted with changes on a cityscape level from one day to the next. hair pins. There is adventure and possibility. which started out of a need for education. Like a child learning to walk. sometimes days. They are there to let you know. play. later in the same exact place . speak. Amsterdam is the kind of city in which one can lose his belongings and still find them hours. One of the paradoxes of Amsterdam I discovered seems to lie in the fact that one can let his or her mind wonder to the edge and back again. I began pushing buttons in Amsterdam. in the middle of the night. My Bucharest-Amsterdam experiment.
http://www.topicArticleId-26831.com/study_guide/Issues-in-DevelopmentalPsychology.articleId-26750.html Having experienced both continuity and discontinuous action and it's reverse I came to believe there is no either/or in the case of continuity / discontinuity in development. . Discontinuity can only function as an outer layer while the inner layer is a continuous structure.cliffsnotes. One aids the other.
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