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.
Screwing up your life, indeed. But you didn’t mention your immediate family’s lives…! Which are greatly enriched, if not slightly impoverished, by your addictions.
Great blog!
Love it! Looking forward to more!