About a year ago, my friend Nolan invited me to Yosemite to do some camping and rock climbing. Reticent about rehashing a forgotten part of my youth–and newly wary of the risks involved, I decided to join him for what he told me was a short, easy climb. The climb itself did turn out to […]Read more "Wilderness Details"
The doors to the truck are a mess. The vinyl on the door panels is torn. The window guide-felts are fully disintegrated so the window bangs around in the door when it is rolled down. The springs in the door handles are worn out so you have to manually return the handle to its neutral […]Read more "The Chevy Tree: Do it right…twice"
Rid yourself of the standards of creating an objet d’art. Instead, make an “object day-art.” I would like to persuade you to make stuff. Persuading you to make stuff begins with thinking about object day-art in the context of stuff in general. We love stuff. We seek it, we cherish it, we love it (Carlin, 1986). […]Read more "Make things, even crappy things."
Holding one’s arm out the window to signal a turn is laborious and insufficient for signaling one’s intent, especially given the modern technological aid known as the “blinker.” One of the truck’s blinkers had been non-functioning for a while and I decided to finally do something about it. I had the bulbs in hand, screwdrivers in the […]Read more "Chevy Tree tale: Installation is the reverse of removal."