Another year, another Faire.[Read further…]
Aveson is a man of few words, but when he knows he wants something, you know it, too.[Read further…]
Remington is a man of many words and diverse desires, but he has been able to pinpoint the following most important items he hopes to receive from the Santaman and relatives. He does know how to leverage his cuteness to get what he wants, and he is not afraid to use it.[Read further…]
Christmas is here once again and in the happy name of traditional gift-giving, I’ve composed a list of material items I would like to possess. But it feels silly to write such a list, as so many of the things I want aren’t material: the wisdom to go to sleep at a decent hour, the patience to handle difficult toddler bedtimes, the time to give all my loved ones the care and attention they deserve, and a big kick in the pants to my inner perfectionism that keeps killing my creative drive with feelings of doubt and self-consciousness. But hey, it’s Christmas! So let’s focus on the material possessions now and work on the self-improvement come New Years…for two whole days before everyone purposely ignores all their resolutions. Cool.[Read further…]
It’s that time of year when the world falls in love; every song you hear seems to say…
GIVE ME MORE STUFF.
Brass tacks, folks: this is the list. It is tradition. It is a necessitude. The important thing to note is that what I really want is to cut out all of the unnecessaries and savor what little time I have in this mortal coil on what matters the most: my one true love, and my three true boys. In other words: get off my lawn.[Read further…]
I began writing this in January, 2019 and have been so preoccupied with the comings and goings of existence that I rather forgot about it. So let’s finish it up and send it out to the vast pit of the internet and see what we bring up.
Having had a stupendous time at the Salt Lake City Mini Maker Faire earlier in 2018, I wasn’t about to let another one go by without me lugging my 100+ pound machines across the valley and let hundreds of people young and old enjoy the fascinating, almost neo-Victorian style of communication that has been all but forgotten by a world that would not exist without it as a part of its foundation (deep breath– that was a long sentence). I now hereby write about my escapades, both the near-catastrophic events leading up to the event, the good and bad during the event, and saying goodbye to the great machines for a time just afterward, complete with photographic evidence.[Read further…]
Early last year after having a bit of time dedicated to building some USB to TTY interfaces, writing scripts to turn teletypes into email/SMS/art terminals, and doing some minor restoration work on the machines themselves, I noticed that there was going to be a Mini Maker Faire in Salt Lake City again, and I thought to myself, I thought, “Self– these teletypes would probably be the coolest things there if you brought them.” The rest is history, and it’s written below complete with pictures of the exhibition, including the aftermath and a lot of… beforemath.