Buckminster Fuller blows my mind. He's like an overgrown twelve-year-old tech geek who happens to be a genius. They've got clippings from his notebooks on 4D dwelling units and Dymaxion cars, and they look like a kid scribbling -- handblock letters, colored-in pictures of the globe covered in airships.
Here are just a few things Bucky has to say . . .
Ninety-nine percent of who you are is invisible and untouchable.
God, to me, it seems, is a verb not a noun, proper or improper.
Love is metaphysical gravity.
Olafur Eliasson does funky things with space. 'Nough said. A couple of my friends made a silly rap about him that makes me happy. It's explicit as silly rapping will be . . . fair warning. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DFjbkdcMWlE