Bringing design tools to kids and adults. I want to turn consumers
in to designers, and change the way we process stuff.
I hate the word "Maker". As if there is some huge swath of people
who have never knitted a sweater or rebuilt an engine or furnished
a hardwood table or grown a garden or - *pppppbbbbbbttttt!!!*
...but if that's the "Banner" that we can wave to say, "Life is
more entertaining if you have more cultural output than input"
I prefer the word "Hacker" because that means "someone who makes or
breaks for the joy of it" because, fuck, it's fun!
So I'm a community hacker.
I am a member of the Flaming Lotus Girls, Flux Foundation, I have
worked a little with the Neverwas crew, the Kinetic Steam Works,
and I am one of the few remaining active members of Orb
Oh, I helped build a Rube Goldberg Machine for Ben of Ben and
Out side of work, I do not devote much time to these endeavors. I
have my BROAD skill set but I also have my time limits. When I show
up, I find the people who need my skill set, and I ask them for
their "dumb-grunt work"...you know, the non glorious shit that
other people don't want to do, but that I can bang out in a few
hours a week. Leaving enough time for Kiddo, Work, Life, and
Basically, community art is my idea of "Happy Hour". Hanging out
with friends with a couple of beers.
What do I make?
I make robots. I make walking robots, rolling robots, stationary
robots and flying robots. I make robots that are on fire, robots
that blink, robots that play music, robots that grow gardens,
robots that take pictures, and robots that make more
...the robots that make more robots? That's my job.
...I fake it...I fake it all...but no one has caught on yet, so I
must be faking it right...but that's part of hacking...
Why do a I hack? Obviously because it is fun, but also because it
is something I can do around parenthood. And, when parenthood and
hacking collide...well...lets just say my kid is a chip off the old
My goal, if I can manage it, is to get a job building exhibits at
the Exploritorium, where everyone is part scientist, part artist,
and part machinist, but never in equal measure. And what do they
do? They bring the culture of art, science, and creation to anyone
who walks through the door! (Tell them you're a starving parent, or
artist, or student, or whatever you art starving for. You'll get
through the door.)
Of course, that would probably be a drop in pay grade, but you
might have guessed that such is not my greatest motivator.