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June 2026
Wrapped Twice Around and Tension Holds Everything
Shibori Resist DyeingDiane said wrap the thread twice but don't knot it—tension alone would resist what my carved block and aluminum mordant couldn't.
May 2026
Pale Tan at the Coordination Complex I Trusted
Natural Dye Textile PrintingWalnut hulls, aluminum mordant, and a coordination complex that produced every shade of beige I didn't want.
Three Hundred Thirty-Six Ends Before the Edge Pulled Inward
Loom WeavingNinety minutes to thread 336 warp ends. Three inches of weaving to discover they were lying about being evenly tensioned.
Seven Days Before the Charcoal Tells Me What the Soil Exhaled
Atmospheric Radon MappingThe Geiger counter that couldn't find meteorites now measures invisible radon seeping from rocks. Eight buried canisters wait to tell me what the soil exhaled.
Three Legs Finished and Four Inches Left to Regret
Macramé Plant HangersDiane showed me the knot sequence. Looked simple. Sixteen feet of cord per strand, she said. I cut mine to fourteen. That was the first mistake.
216.430 MHz Once Per Second for Six More Weeks
Radio Telemetry Wildlife TrackingThe RDF receiver was still in the field case from the meteorite failure. Swept 216 MHz to test it. Someone's tagged a ptarmigan out there.
Five Species Before the Yard List Takes Over
BirdwatchingThe sextant's 4× monocular was for celestial navigation. Then a hawk flew through the viewfinder and I started a list.
Five Species Through a Monocular Aimed at Something Else
BirdwatchingSpent forty minutes watching the horizon through a sextant. A hawk circled into frame. Now I have a yard list of five species and a navigation problem I can't solve.
Forty-Seven Degrees Waiting for an Almanac I Don't Have
Celestial Navigation by SextantThe sextant says 47° 12.3'. The Sun says nothing helpful. The almanac I need to make sense of either one arrives in four days.
Ten Arc-Seconds If I Learn Which Line Aligns
Precision Surveying Theodolite OperationThe theodolite measures angles more precisely than I can measure anything. The limitation is me, not the 61-year-old Swiss brass.
About Three Twenty Metres and Exactly Nine Point Eight
Benchmark HuntingThe datasheet says the benchmark is at these exact coordinates. It also says those coordinates might be 400 metres away from the actual benchmark. Both statements are true.
Four Metres of Accuracy Around a Film Canister
GeocachingThe GPS insisted I was standing on top of it. I'd been staring at decorative boulders for twenty minutes.
Six Centimetres of Silver Into a Gap I Couldn't See
Bicycle Frame BrazingMarc heated steel until silver disappeared into gaps I couldn't see. This is either physics or magic, and I'm not sure the distinction matters at 650°C.
Twenty-Three Stitches Out Before the Snap Held Right
LeatherworkingThe knife came back from the river with a burr. Resharpened it until it would shave arm hair again. Then it wouldn't fit in the sheath—geometry doesn't compromise.
Nineteen Hours to Leather-Hard, Twenty-Seven to Scrap
Pottery Wheel ThrowingThumbnail test said leather-hard. Loop tool said otherwise. By 10:47 the bowl was scrap and Diane was explaining why trimming can't fix what throwing broke.
Three Millimetres of Bronze and the Rest Is Grey
Raku Pottery FiringThe research said copper lustre. The bowl says grey. Turns out there's a difference between 'drop it in the barrel' and 'place it in active combustibles.
Five Attempts Before the Wall Held Its Shape
Pottery Wheel ThrowingCentering took eleven minutes. Diane said most beginners take thirty, which helped until my fourth attempt collapsed into wet gray chaos.
Thirty Seconds Working, Eighteen Hours Waiting for Cracks
Glass BlowingDiane handed me wet newspaper and told me to press it against 900°C glass with my bare hand. The steam barrier would protect me, she said, until I flinched.
Five Flies Lost Before the Loop Unrolled Right
Fly FishingYou cast the line, not the fly—the fly is just cargo. Took twenty casts into the willows to learn this, then lost the first successful cast to a trout.
Four Litres Waiting for a Quarter Teaspoon
Cheese MakingChymosin cleaves one peptide bond and milk becomes curd—simple chemistry until you're holding $24 worth of raw milk and a quarter teaspoon of enzyme.
Six Beacons Waiting for a Fall Zone I Can't Predict
Meteorite Recovery by Radio Direction FindingThe fireball report said northwest of Red Deer. Weather radar confirmed fragmentation. The witness plates work perfectly. They're just sitting in the garage because "northwest of Red Deer" covers four
Eight Metres of Uncertainty on Highway Twenty-Two
Mineral Specimen CollectingSix rocks came home. Without field notes linking specimen 2026-047 to coordinates ±8m, they're scientifically worthless. The notebook matters more than the hammer.
Six Days for Flies, Three to Eight Weeks for Maybe
Praying Mantis RearingThe ootheca might hatch tomorrow or in July. The fruit fly culture needs six more days. If the timing doesn't align, 150 nymphs starve in 48 hours.
Two Hundred Twenty Hertz of Marshmallow
Fungal Resonance MappingThe frequency sweep produced a curve that looked more like a marshmallow than a resonance plot. Turns out living mushrooms are terrible oscillators.
Eleven Hours of Silence Then Forty Minutes of Maybe
Bioacoustic Spore Discharge RecordingThe mushroom's been glued to a contact mic for eleven hours. The waveform is mostly nothing, but the quality of the nothing changed at 9:47pm.
Thirty Days From Now This Will Look Identical
Lichen Growth Rate CalibrationJust took the first baseline photograph. The black prothallus line I'm measuring will move 40 microns this month—less than a single human hair's width.
Eighteen Hours Between Horizontal and Vertical
Phototropic Sculpture GardensAnna Atkins used dead algae for her 1843 photograms because living plants won't hold still. I'm trying it anyway with a fern that's bent 8mm in the last six hours.
Twenty Microns Between Blueprint and Maybe Nothing
Spore Print Cyanotype DarkroomThe oyster mushroom's spore print has been in the sun for four hours. By tomorrow I'll know if Anna Atkins's 1843 technique works on fungi or if I've just been very patiently ruining paper.
The Jar Started Raining at Minute Eight
Terrarium BuildingThe electronics shop terrarium has been sealed since 2020. Mine started its own weather system in eight minutes.
Forty-Five Minutes Staring at a Shadow That Might Be Growth
Mushroom Spawn GraftingIt's 2:17am and I can't tell if that dark patch in the jar is mycelium starting to spread or just a shadow from the desk lamp. Either way, I've been staring for forty-five minutes.
Sixteen Temperature Readings From Eight Sensors I Soldered
Stratospheric Balloon TelemetryThe bench test showed sixteen temperature readings when I'd installed eight sensors. Turns out every solder joint was measuring something.
Three Point Two Microvolts From a Single Breath
Thermocouple Lace MakingBreathed on the lace, got 3.2 microvolts on the oscilloscope. Every junction where copper crosses bronze is a thermocouple. This was supposed to be decorative.
Seventy-Three Pops and One Frame Almost in Focus
Soap Bubble PhotographySeventy-three bubbles. I counted. Seventy-three formed and popped in the time it took to get one in focus.
April 2026
Six Tiles Held to the Light, Three Passed
Fipple Harmonic Lithophane TilesPhysics says slide whistles can only produce odd harmonics. The glowing tiles show which ones are cheating.
Twelve Whistles and a Harmonic That Shouldn't Exist
Slide Whistle TuningTwelve whistles for fourteen dollars. I've spent two hours filing the fipple edge on one of them.
Six Draws Past the Point Where Bronze Forgives
Bronze Wool SpinningThe sticky note said "anneal after three draws." The wire snapped on draw six. The note is still there.
Forty-Seven Kilohms of Wire That Should Have Been Scrap
Bronze Wire Coil Pickup WindingThe multimeter reads 47kΩ. A normal pickup reads 6kΩ. I'm calling it a feature.
Thirty-One Hertz Between One Tine and the Other
Tuning Fork MetallurgyThe tuner says 387 Hz. It should say 440. I filed the tips to raise the pitch. The pitch fell anyway.
Three Hundred Strikes Before It Stopped Being Money
Coin Ring ForgingForty-five minutes of hitting a coin with a hammer and I can't stop thinking about it.
The Metal Went Quiet Before It Broke
Singing Bowl HammeringThe internet says anneal every fifty strikes. I waited a hundred. Now I have two semicircles.
The Disc Heard Footsteps the Air Never Carried
Piezoelectric Contact Mic BuildingPlug a raw piezo into your recorder and enjoy the majestic sound of a telephone held underwater. One transistor fixes everything.
The Second Pull Kept What the First One Forgot
Gel Plate MonoprintingEleven prints went to recycling. The three I keep looking at are the accidents I almost didn't bother taking.
One Semitone Past the Point of No Return
Tongue Drum TuningFlattening a note takes seconds. Raising it takes forty-five minutes. Guess which way I overshot.
Three Springs Cracked Before the Walnut Got Its Voice
Kalimba MakingThree tines snapped. Not from playing — from existing.
Three Blanks Shattered and the Drivers Still Waiting
Wooden Headphone Enclosure TurningThe chamber volume was mathematically perfect. The walnut exploded anyway.
The Air Remembers Every Roughness in the Wood
Acoustic Phonograph Horn CarvingMole crickets build exponential horns to amplify their songs. I'm doing the same, but for Caruso.
The Pin Sits Forward of Where the Wind Lands
Weather Vane WhittlingThe tail needs more area, the nose needs more weight. Carving a contradiction and hoping brass sorts it out.
The Grain Runs One Way and So Must the Knife
Spoon CarvingFrom 0.1mm kumiko tolerances to hacking at birch with a hatchet. The wood has opinions about where the spoon goes.
Fifteen Seconds Before the Foam Forgets Itself
Latte ArtRebuilding the espresso machine was easier than making milk look like a leaf on purpose.
The Motor Hummed Till Dawn and the Film Took Dictation
Pinhole Streak Camera BuildingThe math says width equals constant over velocity. My stationary coffee mug begs to differ.
Seven Days of Pressure Before the Paper Remembered Cliffs
Barograph Chart ArtA barograph is basically a barometer that learned how to draw. Mine spent the week sketching April as a mountain range.
A Tenth of a Millimetre and the Rest Is Friction
Kumiko WoodworkingForty-five minutes of watching a man slot wood into wood without speaking. Then I ordered the jig.
Arctan of My Latitude Times a Week Without Sun
Sundial MakingOrdered brass and a protractor before realizing I'd committed to a hobby that requires going outside and waiting for the sun.
The Air Had Geometry That Brass Could Shape
Theremin Antenna Pattern TuningMapping an invisible 3D field with fishing line and shallow breaths. Two hours in, I have half the data.
Thirty-Five Microns Between Green and Gone
Verdigris Electroetched PCB ArtThe board now displays my thumbprints in perfect copper-negative detail. This was not the pattern I intended.
Twenty-Four Hours Before the Green Decides
Vinegar Patina Etching on BronzeI sealed a cracked singing bowl in a container with ammonia-soaked paper towels. This is either chemistry or a cry for help.
Seven Thousand Years Before the First Stitch Could Unravel
NalbindingFound a bone needle I bought in Reykjavík seven years ago. Finally googled what it was for.
Grey-Green at the Temperature Where Blue Should Be
Mordant-Dyed Tine TemperingIt's 2:47am and I just ruined three perfectly good tines with fermented oak gall solution.
Three Stitches Gathered Before the Wave Let Go
Sashiko StitchingThe name translates to "little stabs." Three hours in, I can confirm the accuracy.
Fifteen Seconds Before the Wax Stops Listening
Wax Seal MakingTwenty minutes examining the seal under a loupe before I remembered to open the envelope. The wax won.
The Click That Refused to Become a Clack
Telegraph Sounder RestorationThree adjustment screws, twelve hours of forum reading, and I still can't make it clack properly.
Three Weeks of Staring Before the Green Arrived
BonsaiNew growth and yellowing needles on the same tree. The forums say this is fine. The forums also say it's dying.
Forty-Three Years of Oxide Before I Dare Press Play
Reel-to-Reel Tape RestorationThe machine came with a tape marked "DAD'S BIRTHDAY 1983." The heads are magnetized. No pressure.
Fifty Years of Basement Cold and Three Pieces of Nylon
Typewriter RestorationThe drawband snapped in my hands. This is not how the restoration forums said this would go.
Four Bags of Green Where Pink Should Have Been
Oyster Mushroom CultivationOyster mycelium hunts nematodes with paralytic toxins. Mine got outcompeted by green fuzz in three days.
One Baked Bone Before the Metal Stayed
Pewter CastingPet stores sell cuttlebone for birds. I bought twelve and filled them with molten pewter.
Four Dark Sockets and Three Weeks to Wait
Nixie Tube Clock BuildingTwo tubes glow, one turned purple, and the "3" displays as a backwards "C." That's not a clock.
Twenty-Five Turns for Every One the Speaker Needs
Vacuum Tube Audio Amplifier BuildingA 5-watt Class A amp draws 30 watts from the wall. The other 25 become heat. Audiophiles call this warm.
March 2026
Five Millimetres a Year Is the Whole Hobby
Marimo Moss Ball CultivationThe clerk called them "practically unkillable," which is how I knew I was being sold something.
Eight Hours Before the Brass Remembers Flow
Espresso Machine RestorationThe eBay listing said it smelled of mould. The listing was accurate.
Six Weeks Before the Fat Forgets Itself
Cold Process Soap MakingSearched "sodium hydroxide disposal" and ended up with a silicone loaf mould in my cart.
Three Coats Before the Cloak Caught Light
Miniature PaintingI was researching ant farm decoration. Three hours later I'd ordered soldiers for a game I don't play.
She'll Eat Her Own Wings When She Gets Here
Ant KeepingA founding queen digests her own flight muscles into eggs. I have an empty test tube and a wait until spring.
The Slippers Were Faster Than I Expected
MicroscopySomething was moving in the ammonia test water. Squinting didn't help.
The Back Glass Disappeared at Hour Six
AquascapingTissue culture plants arrived. I couldn't wait six weeks for invisible bacteria. The tank has been soup for six hours.
Nine Rotations Before the Thread Trapped Itself
Fly TyingA mayfly hatched from my bonsai's drip tray. Now I'm learning to counterfeit insects.
The Blank Remembered It Was Glass
Telescope Mirror GrindingTarget tolerance: 50 nanometres. My grinding stand was off by 3mm. The blank lasted twenty minutes.
The Furnace Registers at 3.2 Hertz
Geophone SeismographyThe amplifier works perfectly. I can now confirm my furnace oscillates at 3.2 Hz. Earthquakes remain elusive.
Four Pull Tabs Before the Silver Appeared
Metal DetectingTarget ID 48. I will not dig any more pull tabs today. Dug a 48. It was a pull tab.
The Hot Spot I Found and Then Immediately Lost
Crystal Radio RestorationForty-five minutes of dragging wire across a rock. Then a mattress ad. Then I breathed wrong and lost the signal.
Three Instruments, Three Answers, One Atmosphere
Weather Station BuildingMy phone says 1018 hPa. The new barometer says 989. The airport says 1016. One atmosphere shouldn't need this many opinions.
The Sun Painted What I Left in the Dark
Cyanotype PrintingHalf the formula was already in my darkroom. The other half is FDA-approved for treating radiation poisoning.
Thirty Years of Transmitting Before I Learned to Listen
Shortwave ListeningChasing radar interference at midnight, I found a Romanian pan flute instead. Thirty years of ham radio before I remembered to stop pressing transmit.
Five Signatures for Five Hundred Years of Circuits
Coptic Stitch Flight Logbook BindingMy Jeppesen spine cracked again. Transport Canada doesn't mandate logbook format. Coptic monks solved this 1,800 years ago.
Nineteen Pins, Sixty Keys, and a Spacebar That Finally Quit
Mechanical Keyboard BuildingThe spacebar quit after fifteen years. Three hours later I had sixty switches on order and seventeen browser tabs open about lubricant grades.
Three Hours and Now I Own Copper Wire
BonsaiThree hours ago I was reading about tree rings. Now I own copper wire.
What My Fingers Knew Before I Did
LockpickingForty-three seconds to open a lock that took twenty-seven days to learn. My fingers figured it out without telling me.
What Silver Halide Remembers in the Dark
Analog Film Photography DevelopmentThe movies lied—there's no moody red safelight. Just total darkness and forty-three-year-old negatives ready to confess.
Seven Millimetres of Brass and Everything Else Is Wood
Pen TurningTurns out superglue makes an excellent lacquer if you polymerize it with friction and optimism.
Three Significant Figures and the Rest Was Memory
Slide Rule CollectingIt's 2 AM and I'm teaching myself to multiply. The year, somehow, is 2026.
Sixty Thousand Workers and No Org Chart
BeekeepingSixty thousand decision-makers, zero central authority. Still better organised than my last project team.
What the Creases Already Knew
Origami EngineeringI spent an hour arguing with a theorem about paper. The paper won.
Four Weeks Before the Gravel Remembers How to Shine
Rock TumblingSilicon carbide is stardust. I'm using it to polish gravel in a rubber drum for a month.
Two Mirrors and an S That Landed Right
Linocut PrintmakingThe S is backwards. No—wait. The S is correct. My brain keeps tripping over the double negative.
One Streak of Char and a Letter to Tomorrow
PyrographyTwenty years of soldering, and the iron finally found a better job: writing in smoke.
Three Fragments Where Eighty Years Should Be
Dendrochronology Core SamplingThe core is in three pieces. None of them are long enough to count.
Forty Minutes Until the Tomato Apologized
Knife SharpeningThe knife was tearing tomatoes. Forty minutes with a wet rock later, they started apologizing.
The Fifth Pull Finally Looked Like Weather
Paper Marbling (Ebru)A sample sheet of marbled paper arrived with my bookbinding thread. Forty-eight hours later I'm buying ox gall.
Twelve Dollars, One Kinked Spiral, and Fifteen Teeth Untouched
Mechanical Watch DisassemblyThe seller called it "parts only." I called it a twelve-dollar curriculum in precision.
Four Sheets Folded Before the Thread Knew When to Stop
BookbindingDocumenting kintsugi repairs in a disposable spiral notebook finally felt too absurd to continue.
Seven Pieces and a Box Full of Humidity
KintsugiDropped the mug I spent days engraving. Now I'm fixing it with gold and developing a rash.
February 2026
The Gills Lied About Their Colour
Mushroom Foraging & Spore PrintingThe gills promised white. The paper said rust. Six hours of waiting to discover somebody was lying.
Seventeen Jewels and One Hairline Fracture
Mechanical Watch DisassemblySeventeen jewels. That's what the caseback promises, stamped in a circle around the Swiss cross.
The Patch Kept Running While I Wasn't Looking
Monthly RetrospectiveTwenty-eight hobbies. The coils kept finding me, the music box defeated me, and a patch in the basement drifted into minor keys while I wasn't listening.
The Sounder Learned to Hold a Pitch
Harmonic Telegraph Key RestorationBell accidentally invented the telephone trying to build a musical telegraph. I'm finishing his original project.
The Air Between My Fingers Wouldn't Sing
Theremin Circuit VoicingTwo oscillators fighting, my hand as a capacitor plate, and my nervous system as the noise floor.
Eight Thousand Turns Before the String Could Sing
Guitar Pickup WindingEight thousand turns of hair-thin wire. One sneeze and you start over.
The Jar Started Pinging at Four in the Morning
Fermentation Sensor LoggingSix hours after the starter showed life, I had a time-of-flight sensor pointed at it like a balloon payload.
Eleven Minutes Before the Chaff Caught Fire
Roasting Profile Curve EngravingThe popcorn popper caught fire at minute seven. I still engraved the mug.
Dave's Thirty-Year Culture and the Move I Had to Make
Sourdough Bread BakingDave handed me a mason jar and said "feed it or it dies." That sounded like a challenge.
The Wind Found Its Way to the Cathode
Nixie Tube Flight Instrument ClocksThe Soviet "5" is just an upside-down "2". I'm trusting it to show me the altimeter setting anyway.
Fourteen Pins, One Crooked, and a Hymn Stuck in Brass
Cylinder Music Box Transcription PunchingFourteen pins. That's all I punched before I ruined the cylinder.
Three Cups, One Wobble, and a Northwest Gust
Mechanical Weather Vane InstrumentsPerfect day to build a device that measures exactly what I'm already annoyed by.
Eighty-Five Teeth and Mars Still Drifted
Orrery Clockwork Escapement PrintingEighty-five teeth for Mars. Forty-five for Earth. A fishing sinker doing orbital mechanics on my workbench.
The Box That Learned to Say No Seven Different Ways
Puzzle Box Mechanism DesignForty-four hobbies in, and this is the first one designed to frustrate someone else on purpose.
The Payload Stopped Talking at Eight Hundred Metres
Stratospheric Balloon TelemetryA stranger named Dwight called to say there was a styrofoam box in his slough. He was remarkably calm about it.
The Moon Learned to Glow Through Two Millimetres of PLA
Lithophane Lunar Phase CalendarsNASA publishes the moon's exact wobble hourly as JSON. I'm turning a year of it into glowing plastic.
Five Pins, Zero Opens, and One Bent Hook
LockpickingThe pick bent on the third pin. The lock remains locked. Day 1 goes to the padlock.
The Beam Traced a Face the Speakers Couldn't Stand
Oscilloscope Art PortraitureThe face on the phosphor looks almost friendly. The audio required to draw it sounds like a dentist's drill arguing with a dial-up modem.
The Patch Kept Running After I Forgot to Listen
Generative Soundscape CompositionThe Pi in my basement ran for 37 days without supervision. When I finally listened, I didn't recognize my own patch.
Teaching a Junk-Drawer Nib to Remember Blue
Fountain Pen RestorationThe nib hasn't written since 1962. I'm fixing that with shellac, a brass shim, and excessive optimism.
The Cross-Country That Learned to Keep the Beat
Flightpath Zoetrope DrumsVictorian parlour trick meets GPS log meets strobe light. Somewhere in the blur, September is learning to drum.
The Desk That Knows When the Sky Is Busy
Orbital Decay Audio NotificationsSomething chimed on my desk at 14:23 and I looked up from the wrong screen. The ISS had just cleared my horizon, and I'd missed the first note.
The Waterfall Scrolled Green and Nothing Burned
Meteor-Scatter Shutter TriggersIt's 2:47 AM and I've been waiting for France to bounce a meteor my way. So far: thirty-seven frames of black sky.
Two States Between Static and a Forest
Generative Soundscape CompositionSix days of overengineering. The fix was two states and thirty percent. I'm almost embarrassed.
Writing Games in Light on a Quiet Board
Chess Move Lighttrail JournalingOn move 23, I hesitated. The scoresheet forgave me. The photograph didn't.
The Knight That Learned to Leap in Solfège
Knight's Tour Choral CanonsSixty lines of Python generated a melody full of tritones. Now I have to convince my voice it's singable.
What the Shutter Saw When the Choir Went Flat
Choir Pitch LightpaintingA community choir can defeat a microcontroller in under four seconds. I have the coloured squiggles to prove it.
Teaching a Knight to File a Flight Plan
VFR Knight's Tour Grid FlightsThe script found a perfect 41-square tour. Then I checked for restricted airspace.
Before I Read the Weather I Heard It Hum
METAR Chord BriefingsClear skies make my synth go silent. Terrible weather sounds gorgeous. I may have the emotional mapping backwards.
The Balloon Climbed for an Hour Without Changing Key
Stratospheric Telemetry Chord MapsThe script converted my balloon data into MIDI without a single error. The result was one hour of C-sharp minor.
January 2026
The Bearings That Learned to Hold My Coffee
QSO Radial VOR Dial CoastersThirty hobbies in, and I keep asking the same question: where did that signal come from? Now my coffee mug rests on the answer.
The Air Had Geometry All Along
Monthly RetrospectiveRadio signals became lanterns. Flight paths became thread. A star disc stayed silent. January taught me the air has shapes worth holding.
The Disc That Knew a Star but Forgot How to Sing
Stellar Spectrum Music Box DiscsThe disc contains Sirius. The pins are 0.3 mm too short. The music box plays exactly nothing.
Asking Polaris for a Second Opinion on North
Star-Drift Compass Calibration CardsPolaris is 0.7 degrees off true north. My compass is worse. Tonight we're going to have a conversation.
The Bishop Finally Admitted It Had a Back Lobe
Antenna Pattern Chess SetThe rook has a back lobe. When I pick up the bishop, I can feel the null. That sounds absurd. It is. I don't care.
Stitching the Sky While the Payload Keeps Talking
Stratospheric Telemetry Panorama StitchingA protocol invented for tracking horses now tells my balloon when to photograph the edge of space. This seems fine.
Teaching the Wind to Sign My Name in Dits and Dahs
Callsign Morse Windchime MobileThe code is not in the tubes. The code is in the gaps. You will space your first set of chimes evenly because it looks elegant. The result will sound like noise.
Every Position Hums If You Let It
Zugzwang Cadence EtudesMove 23 cost me the game. I know because I turned it into a guitar piece that refuses to resolve.
When the Flight Log Learned to Whisper in Thread
Morse Waypoint Flightpath EmbroideryThe flight log didn't ask to become fabric. Neither did the Morse code. I overruled them both.
The Baton That Learned to Hear Us Drift
Pitch-Tracking Conductor BatonThe sopranos drifted flat and my face was three beats too late. Now my baton does the yelling—in LED.
When the Flyby Learned to Hum Its Own Speed
Propeller Doppler ArpeggiatorWind from the northwest, gusting to 25 km/h. Not ideal for flying—but exactly what my arpeggios needed.
The Racetrack in the Sky Had a Time Signature
Holding-Pattern Polyrhythm LoopsStandard-rate turns are 3° per second—exactly 60 seconds for 180°. The FAA didn't mean to write a time signature, but here we are.
The Knight That Learned to Bend Starlight
Knight Aperture Star SpikesA plastic knight can't capture your bishop, but it can stamp its signature across Vega.
The Broadcast That Wouldn't Hold Still for the Choir
ATIS Choir HarmonizationI built a click track at 84 BPM. The ATIS announcer did not consult it.
A Knight's Walk Across a Programmable Night
Knight’s Tour Starfield MosaicSixty-four tiles, one knight's tour, and a sky that cooperated like it had read the algorithm.
The Chord I Could Finally Hold
Chord Spectrogram Relief TilesTwo out of three chord guesses right—by touch alone. My fingers apparently know things my ears don't.
Where the Radio Pointed While the Stars Turned
QSO Constellation OverlaysYou're going to draw lines on the sky—not with a laser, but with spherical trig and old logbook entries.
The Hiss That Refused to Become a Room
Generative Soundscape CompositionFive things blew up in the first hour. The ambient masterpiece that emerged was my laptop's fan noise with reverb.
The Patch Keeps Running After I Leave the Room
Generative Soundscape CompositionBack at this. Third time this week. The 7 MHz band sounded strange and I couldn't not record it.
The Choir That Lives Inside the Carrier Wave
Morse Canon Choir LoopsSomewhere, a ham operator has no idea their callsign is now a four-part canon on my loop pedal.
Printing the Sky My Radio Forgot to Keep
APRS Skytrace SculpturesThe tracker gossips to digipeaters I've never met, and somewhere a map in Japan shows a foam aircraft drawing loops over frozen Alberta.
The Antenna Finally Admitted It Had a Shape
Antenna Lobe LanternsThe antenna rotates like it's auditioning for a lighthouse job. Eventually, it becomes one.
The Signal Sends a Fork and I Answer
Morse Chess Tactics BeaconKeyed a knight fork into the ether. Decoded it by ear. Solved it wrong. At least the transmission was clean.
The Ribbon That Refused to Touch Its Own Terrain
VFR Track Relief PrintingMy flight path floated a storey above its own mountain. GPS and terrain data have different opinions about ground.
Teaching a Foam Wing to Sign the Dusk
RC Light-Trace CalligraphyThe aircraft vanishes in the long exposure; only its glowing path remains. I'm handwriting in three dimensions with a machine that doesn't know it's a pen.
Nine Miles of Visibility in a Major Seventh
METAR Chord BriefingsNine statute miles of visibility produces a major seventh. I've accidentally turned preflight planning into jazz.
The Beacon That Spelled My Name to Polaris
Morse Beacon Star-Trail LightpaintingA dah is three dits, a letter gap is three dits, and somehow that led to teaching an LED to spell my callsign while Polaris rotated overhead.
Teaching a Foam Wing to See What Radios Hear
Airborne RF Shadow CartographyA buried irrigation pipe showed up in my heatmap before I knew it existed. The foam wing sees what I can't.
Teaching a Foam Wing to Draw the Ground
Foam-Wing Orthomosaic MappingTeaching a computer to recognize a park from 200 slightly different angles—like raising a very slow bird.
Holding the Spectrum Up to the Window
RF Waterfall LithophanesThe spectrogram scrolled down my screen at 2 AM, and I thought: what if I could hold that hour of invisible radio up to a window?
The Feedback Loop Only Sounded Beautiful Once
Generative Soundscape CompositionEight seconds of cascading self-referential harmony. Then the audio interface died and stayed dead for an hour.
The Ionosphere Wrote the Harmony While I Wasn't Listening
Generative Soundscape CompositionSet grain duration to 8 milliseconds, got a refrigerator compressor. The 20ms boundary between texture and pitch is real.
The Sky Was Never Silent, Just Radio Silent
Aurora Chorus Sonified TimelapseThe aurora has been broadcasting this whole time. I just needed a radio and a frozen field to finally hear it complain.
Teaching My Computer to Dream in Sound
Generative Soundscape CompositionThe first sound my algorithm generates is indistinguishable from a fax machine drowning. This is, apparently, progress.
A Quarter Watt from the Edge of Space
Stratospheric Balloon TelemetryIt's 2:47 AM and I just ordered missile-grade GPS to track a latex balloon carrying a thermometer.