OK, forewarned is forearmed: I suck at writing about my self. I’d expect posts here to be sporadic, scattered and generally incoherent and incomprehensible.
Background on me: I like to make stuff. When I was a kid I took lots of stuff apart. Sometimes with a hammer since that was the only tool my dad (who is generally not “handy”, but is otherwise an amazing person) had on hand. I remember wanting to make a submarine when I was maybe 8, but I didn’t know know to join metal. I thought perhaps some combination of tape and glue together would do it.
This is a serious disease, I’ve had outbreaks of knifemaking, blacksmithing, woodworking, customizing cars, machining parts by hand and CNC… Some of these are in remission, but a flare-up is always likely.
Recently I read a book by Christopher Schwarz called “The Anarchist’s Tool Chest“. Totally screwed me up, thanks dude. I’m having a bad outbreak of woodworking at the moment, directly as a result of some verbal contagion embedded within the acid-free, hardbound, printed-in-the-USA pages.
This is an engaging read. Get it, read it. Plan on it screwing up your life.