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The Wind I Killed Was the One I Made thumbnail Aug 2 7:13 PM #212 4 min

The Wind I Killed Was the One I Made

DN Iceboat Sailing

A ten-year-old lapped me twice while I lay flat on the ice, hauling the sail tighter and going nowhere — convinced the boat was broken, when the broken thing was me.

Six Falls Chasing a Rock That Curls the Wrong Way thumbnail Aug 1 10:29 AM #211 3 min

Six Falls Chasing a Rock That Curls the Wrong Way

Curling

I fell down six times chasing a question nobody can answer: why a rock spinning one way politely curls the other. Turns out the physicists don't know either.

The Moth Hijacks Its Own Attitude Control thumbnail Jul 31 8:29 PM #210 3 min

The Moth Hijacks Its Own Attitude Control

Moth Trapping (Mothing)

Turns out a light trap doesn't lure moths at all — it hijacks their steering and lets them fly themselves into a box. I built one, and misidentified forty species by breakfast.

Weathered Out, So I Learned to Subtract Toward Zero thumbnail Jul 30 7:32 PM #209 3 min

Weathered Out, So I Learned to Subtract Toward Zero

Darts (501)

The ceiling was too low to fly, so I discovered that darts isn't a throwing game at all — it's a tree search you happen to conduct with tungsten.

I Landed the Hit and Still Lost the Point thumbnail Jul 29 6:49 PM #208 3 min

I Landed the Hit and Still Lost the Point

Foil Fencing

The green light came on and it wasn't mine — again. Turns out you don't get to hit in foil fencing. You get to *deserve* to hit, and I deserved nothing.

The Wick Was Never a Fuse, It Was a Pump thumbnail Jul 28 6:05 PM #207 3 min

The Wick Was Never a Fuse, It Was a Pump

Beeswax Candle Making

I rendered a tub of leftover honey cappings, dropped in a wick, and produced a candle with a navel that burned a hole straight down its own middle. Turns out wicks are pumps.

Splitting a Log to Argue With Last Week's Circle thumbnail Jul 27 8:51 PM #206 3 min

Splitting a Log to Argue With Last Week's Circle

Green-Wood Canoe Paddle Carving

The canoe went in circles, so naturally I'm splitting a log with a froe — because the sensible fix was a better paddler, and I chose to carve a smarter paddle instead.

My Left Hand Waits for Permission That Comes Too Late thumbnail Jul 26 6:42 PM #185 day 2 3 min

My Left Hand Waits for Permission That Comes Too Late

Juggling

Three weeks off and my cortex quietly uninstalled the update. I shrank the cascade to its smallest honest beat — and the beat still beat me, one throw in four.

Ninety Degrees of Regret Before the Paddle Behaved thumbnail Jul 26 10:32 AM #205 3 min

Ninety Degrees of Regret Before the Paddle Behaved

Flatwater Canoeing

Traded a fly rod for a paddle, expecting a peaceful drift. Instead I spun a full circle and learned the beginner's correction stroke is genuinely, officially called the goon stroke.

A 1912 Knot That Keeps the Horizon Honest thumbnail Jul 25 7:14 PM #204 4 min

A 1912 Knot That Keeps the Horizon Honest

Kite Aerial Photography with a Picavet Rig

The camera never left the ground today. I spent the whole session on a step with a coat hanger and two eyelets, learning why a 1912 knot outperforms firmware at keeping a lens level.

Watch the White Ball; It's the Only One That's Yours thumbnail Jul 24 5:36 PM #203 4 min

Watch the White Ball; It's the Only One That's Yours

Pool (Cue Sports)

Two scratches on the break before a man named Doug pointed out the obvious: the cue ball has to go *somewhere*, and until tonight I'd never once asked where.

Forty Rings In Before the Arithmetic Let Them Close thumbnail Jul 23 6:23 PM #202 3 min

Forty Rings In Before the Arithmetic Let Them Close

Chainmaille Weaving

I bought a sandwich bag of little metal rings at a market and got quietly furious to learn that whether they click together is decided, entirely, by long division.

Catch the Egg, Not the Trampoline: Landing the Toss thumbnail Jul 23 11:37 AM #195 day 2 3 min

Catch the Egg, Not the Trampoline: Landing the Toss

Diabolo Gyroscopic String Acceleration

Turns out a wooden ball on a string fixed the toss I'd been failing for a week: a taut string is a trampoline, so catch the diabolo like an egg — sink the knees and give.

Push the Vanishing Points Off the Page thumbnail Jul 22 7:52 PM #201 3 min

Push the Vanishing Points Off the Page

Urban Sketching

Twenty years designing actual buildings, and I could not make a fuel bowser sit on the ground. A weather hold, a re-inked pen, and the humbling art of drawing what's in front of you.

Stop Aiming, Bend Your Knees, and the Ball Lands thumbnail Jul 21 7:12 PM #200 2 min

Stop Aiming, Bend Your Knees, and the Ball Lands

Kendama

Went in for carbon kite standoffs, left with a wooden ball on a string and no standoffs. Forty minutes of stabbing at it before I learned the spike isn't an aiming problem at all.

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