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When it rains on Friday…
Outside the window, raindrops drip from the wet branches of the redbud tree. A twig heavily laden with lichen balances precariously on a redbud limb. Brown and yellow leaves still cling to their connections, pulled loose by falling water occasionally. The green leaves of a wild privet bush stand out from the rust-coloured background of autumn.
For the past few weeks, I have changed from a person devoted to the art of dance to a person devoted to the art/science of the home tinkerer.
In this tinkerer’s mini-adventure, I have encountered new characters in my life, who my mother has noted are temporary online acquaintances which may or may not have my best interests at heart. Sometimes, even I am amazed of the faith I readily give to people that this interactive TV screen connects me to.
I, the tinkerer, am working on a desktop prototype of a yard art sculpture that can be a work of art by itself.
I had formed a small group — Team Tree Trunk — to work on this prototype, enlisting the artistic input of my wife and the mechanical engineering input from a friend who, unfortunately, is dealing with a dying father and I haven’t bothered for her input on this project.
Thus, I have been left to write the computer code and create this desktop prototype primarily on my own, hoping my wife can help finish the decorating of the piece from her creative/logical/computer engineering thought set.
Over the past week or so, I’ve attended virtual hangouts/meetings/panels with other tinkerers, commonly called Makers these days but just as easily called inventors, scientists, and other members of the creative class of citizens. You could call them knowledge workers or data analysts, too.
Is it a special skill or talent that turns one into a Maker?
What level of curiosity belongs to the Maker classification? Is a person who is curious about a favourite actor’s life a Maker? Is a sports fan a Maker? Is a member of the political chattering class a Maker?
Should the word Maker even be capitalised? It certainly takes capital to be a Maker rather than just a Thinker/Dreamer.
As I finish up this Robot Hacks project, I wonder what in this whole Maker Movement will make my dream come true — a permanent colony on Mars (or the Moon) in the next 13,321 days.
Cool as they are already, it’s great that people want to use 3D printers to make game pieces, Valentine’s Day flowers, holiday ornaments, keychains, tablet PC cases and book lights.
After all, we like to surround ourselves with evidence of our individuality.
My goals are not your goals. My goals are not my goals. My goals belong to the universe, coaxing our sets of states of energy, fractal spinoffs from the local star, to branch out into the solar system with more than our electromechanical observation platforms.
We want a whole generation on this planet to subconsciously devote their attention to extraplanetary settlement. It doesn’t happen by force or coercion. It happens through encouraging people to use their imaginations, with subtle hints that exploring the cosmos is a great use of their imaginations.
Kind of like mass marketing direct mail campaigns — we don’t expect 100% replies — if 1-3% respond, and buy the product or buy into the product’s lifestyle, we’ve accomplished our goals.
One to three percent of the global population devoting one to three percent of global resources toward space exploration? That would be awesome!
Now, on to getting people excited about putting their imaginations into action, regardless of age or socioeconomic status. I don’t expect myself to like everything they create but I’m willing to give them the impetus to do so.
Lyrics and musician of the day
This song by Toots and the Maytals was playing in my thoughts when I woke up this morning:
Hmm hmm hmm, yeah
Hmm hmm hmm, yeah
Hmm hmm hmm, yeah
It is you
(Oh yeah)
It is you, you
(Oh yeah)
It is you
(Oh yeah)
I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop a drop on you
I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop a drop on you
I say when it drops, oh you gonna feel it
Know that you were doing wrong
I say when it drops, oh you gonna feel it
Know that you were doing wrong
Hmm hmm hmm, yeah
Hmm hmm hmm, yeah
Hmm hmm hmm, yeah
I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop a drop on you
I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop a drop on you
It is you
(Oh yeah)
It is you, you
(Oh yeah)
It is you, you
(Oh yeah)
I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop a drop on you
I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop a drop on you
I say when it drops, oh you gonna feel it
Pressure pressure pressure pressure
(Know that you were doing wrong)
Pressure drops, oh pressure pressure pressure pressure
(Know that you were doing wrong)
I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Pressure pressure pressure pressure gonna drop on you
(Oh yeah, pressure drop a drop on you)
I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop a drop on you
I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop a drop on you
I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah, pressure drop a drop on you
You you you, yeah
Pressure, pressure, pressure
Drop a drop on you
Pressure, pressure, pressure
Drop a drop on you
Songwriters
HIBBERT, FREDERICK
Published by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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My best Bruce Jenner impression?
The sound of commerce
Tonight, in another room my wife was watching the tellie. From the rapid-fire elevated voice of the squawk box, I couldn’t tell if my wife was watching a televangelist, a talk show host, an advert selling a miracle juicer or a sports broadcaster. She never watches the first two but there’s always a first, I guess.
Turns out she was watching the local high school football report.
“I got your wrecking balls right here”
Flashback Lyrics for the Day
Sometimes late
When things are real
And the people share the gift of gab
Between themselves
Some are quick
To take the bait
And the catch the perfect prize
That waits among the shells
But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn’t, didn’t already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please
Believe in me
When I say I’m spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain’d bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles
Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn’t, didn’t already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please
Believe in me
When I say I’m spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain’d bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles
No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn’t, didn’t already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me
Be Ready To Sail
How can I be in two places at once?
How can I 1) watch how well Jeff Gordon races in Charlotte and 2) dance to the music of Claire Lynch and friends at the same time?
Life is a series of happy dilemmas!
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A special nod to Greg and Carolyn at Cook & Company; the friendly folks at L’Rancho Restaurant; Travis and cooks at Broken Clock Gastropub; whomever I’ve forgotten to mention lately in my rush through life.

