In 2009 a nomadic culture will rise from the wasteland of layoffs and melting icebergs, while the USS George H.W. Bush, the final Nimitz class supercarrier, will start patrolling the seas (you can never escape the Bush(es)). Seeking higher ground, roaming bands of mercenary architects will pillage the countryside. The "other 98%" better look out! Architects are coming their way to harvest informal network logics and bottom-up bio-fuel generative processes, milking every last drop from an exhausted public to keep its breed from starvation.



Meanwhile, a benign but still ravenous, peregrinating troop of designers will erect temporary cities for spontaneous celebration. Whether on land or sea, this flotilla is fueled by nachos and brews (and dispenses) its own beer. It is time to embrace the swarm. Beyond the new architect-builder, there will be architect-warriors, architect-farmers, architect-seamstresses, architect-tightropewalkers!

There will be no more competitions, no more exhibitions, no more magazines. The 2009 diaspora of architects will be a happening in real time and real space, a ferocious ball of fire that leaves no corner of the earth unscathed by its wrath of pent-up boredom gone AWOL. Matta-Clark would never see so much creativity in this avalanche of destruction.

The world is your drafting board.