3D-Printing

Apr 13, 2013 by

I haven’t been updating as much as I’d like, I’ve been working on other projects and websites. I’m currently in the process of building a 3D-Printer. Not from a kit, I’m doing it old school. I’ compiled a lot of articles and scoured RepRap Wiki for the information, sourced the parts and started the build.

Here are some pictures:

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Once I get this one working I think I might try this one:

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30 Days 30 Pages 30 Pictures

Sep 24, 2012 by

My friend Ellen and I collaborated on a little project over the summer. We would write 30 pages and take 30 pictures for 30 days. The pages could be any length and the pictures didn’t have to relate to the text. Here are some of mine.

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Day 1 (30 Days, 30 Pages, 30 Pictures)

Sep 24, 2012 by

It Begins!

A few thoughts on living in Chicago’s Lincoln Park.

Lincoln Park’s boundaries are precisely defined in the city’s list of official community areas. It is bordered on the north by Diversey Parkway, on the west by the Chicago River, on the south by North Avenue, and on the east by Lake Michigan. The last reported demographic data states:

Population (2010) • Total 64,116 • Density 20,000/sq mi (7,800/km2) Demographics 2000 • White 84.5% • Black 5.17% • Hispanic 5.06% • Asian 3.61% • Other 1.67%  Median Income $83,328.

I moved into the area on February 22, 2011 and was surprised by the number of angry white people. I really shouldn’t have been I’ve worked and played in the area for over 30 years but when you deal with the area 24/7 you gain a different perspective.

One of my best friends from high school lived in a house four blocks from where I live now. In the mid 80’s, while working at the Chalet, selling wine and cheese to put myself through college, I would often make deliveries to all of the new money owners in the neighborhood. These were the people that worked in finance, mid-level business execs, up and coming professionals, etc.. I’m not exactly sure what a mid-level business exec does but evidently it commands a high enough salary to stock a brand new temperature and humidity controlled wine cellar in a recently renovated brownstone.

What shocked me the most about these people is the all encompassing narcissism sprinkled with a touch of entitlement folded into a cowardly passive aggressive attitude. The Chalet did not have a delivery service. We had no van or car to make deliveries yet we would make exceptions.

     My manager, Pat Ferguson, was a great salesman and knew more about wine than our customers could ever dream. Pat would wheel and deal and if the customer spent over a certain amount would offer to have the wine delivered to their home but he always stressed this was a one time deal, the Chalet didn’t deliver. The job then fell to me or one of the other guys to make the delivery, by hand cart.

We would haul five or six cases of wine on a two wheeled hand cart up to a mile away. Doesn’t sound so bad, right? Let me set the stage. I don’t know if you’ve ever lifted a case of wine or if you have, how far you’ve walked with one, it’s heavy (about 35 pounds).  Five of these cases came to about 175 pounds all balanced on two, hard plastic, six inch wheels with me maintaining equilibrium.

Chicago sidewalks are not known for their smooth, even construction especially in the older neighborhoods, Lincoln Park being one of the oldest had particularly bad sidewalks in addition, at that time, Chicago curbs were not wheelchair accessible. This meant most of the journey would be made walking in the street also not known for being even or smooth but better than having to muscle a 175 pound cart up and down four to eight inch curbs ever 100 yards.

(continued)

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Day 5 (30 Days, 30 Pages, 30 Pictures)

Sep 24, 2012 by

My cat is weird.

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I’ve had pets for most of my life. They ranged from hamsters and fish to cats and dogs. I’m an animal lover. My last apartment had a strict no pets policy. The landlord’s children had severe allergies.  I can’t imagine having something as cute and cuddly as a puppy or kitten around and not being able to play with it. Poor kids :(

I lived there for 12 years, it was nice.  Previously I had moved almost on a yearly bases. It felt good to have

someplace steady to call home even without pets and as a single man (most of the time) having almost no responsibilities was a good thing. My job consisted of a lot of travel and not having to worry about a little bundle of  dependant love saved me from having more gray hair than I do currently.

Things changed last year when I bought a condo. I was now master of my own domain (as long as I kept up the mortgage payment) I could put pictures on the wall without having to worry about getting my security deposit back.  I could also have a pet once again.

About a year after moving we went to PAWs and adopted a kitten. Her name is Kiki and she is a very interesting cat. I’ve had many cats but none like this one. They all had unique personalities but none with the range as this one.  Kiki likes to play fetch, just like a dog…odd but not unheard of. She has full conversations with you while looking you in the eye… interesting. She likes water… NO WAY! Yup. She bats at water coming out of the faucet. She drinks water coming out of the faucet.

She camps out in sink. She jumps in the shower only jumping out if she gets water in her eye. She drinks out of any glass anywhere that contains water, yes even if you are currently holding it. She puffs her tail up for no apparent reason and walks around not like when they bristle their fur and hunch their back for a fight, just puffs up the tail .. kinda cute. She follows you from room to room chatting and sometimes heals like a dog. If I’m watching television or working on the computer she plants herself squarely in the center of the screen making it impossible to see anything but her…  very calculating.

She’s little over a year old and I’m really curious to see what else she comes up with.

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Day 10 (30 Days, 30 Pages, 30 Pictures)

Sep 24, 2012 by

Tongue In Cheek


William Hanksrum  aka “Brick”, as indicated on his mandatory societal individualization youth index quotient, otherwise known as MSIYIQ, (pronounced Missy-Yik) Awoke to the carefully customized psychological individualized  melodic non-startling tones coming out of his “info slate” before they reached the self imposed audio limit. If it reached the peak before he climbed out of bed and punched in the code to quite it, he would be in breach of the restricted sleep term and have to suffer through 10 minutes of auto lecture and that was truly no way to start your day. Besides today was the day. He couldn’t believe it had snuck up on him this quickly. It seemed like just yesterday it was a month ago and he had all the time in the world. The universe was funny that way. It played tricks on you. One day you had all the time in the world, the next, BAM!, game on! That feeling you get just after the rollercoaster crests the peak of its climb and plummets toward the ground hit him suddenly.  He wasn’t ready, all the research, long conversations with his peers, hundreds of visited blogs on the subject seemed trivial. This was it. After today there was only going forward. He couldn’t hit the pause game button or replay.  He grabbed his slate punched in his user ID and it sprang to life. He hit the tab for his morning schedule and there it was in glowing letters.  Happy 16th Birthday.

CRAP! He thought, just as his mom yelled up from the first floor. “Brick, come on honey you don’t want to be late.” “Brick” Why “ Brick” he thought, why not something cool like Storm or Lance but the MSIYIQ indicated according to his personality and aptitude tests as well as the most recent multi-level satisfaction survey of youth age 10 to 18, Brick was a perfect fit. So Brick it was until his 18th birthday then the results of the new survey would brand him anew. As he was thinking about the events that were about to unfold, he finished messaging “Bed Head, {with extra hold}” into his hair, combed it perfectly straight then proceeded to muss it up until he achieved the perfectly calculated effect of looking like he just  woke up and rolled out of bed. He glanced at his “info slate” and smiled, only 30 minutes. Not bad. Maybe he should become a stylist.

He wasn’t looking forward to the ride to the bodymod shop located in an annex of the local coffee pep. He knew what he wanted but couldn’t decide on which part of the body to get it. Your first object of cultural youth expression or CYE (pronounced SEEYA) was of paramount importance. It let the world know that you were a rugged individualist going your own way.  Now if only he could figure out which of the four recommended locations he should put his Inuit eagle. The eagle had a 59% acceptance rank with his youth demographic and that would score him some points with his crew.

He would be glad when this day was over. He really needed to start planning where he wanted to get his first of nine, sexually awakened indicator piercings if he wanted to stay on his indexed youth development schedule and avoid noncompliance from the schools self expression fashion rubric.

(to be continued)

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Day 13 (30 days, 30 pages, 30 Pictures)

Sep 24, 2012 by

(BLAHGin)

I’m called on to do a lot of things in my job. I have a science background, I’m a trained and practiced cinematographer/photographer. I help write grants, create media, write content DF  Wand lesson plans. I make animated explanations of complex concepts. Occasionally I get to teach.

I think I like teaching the best. All of the other things I do have an indirect effect on people. Teaching has a direct observable effect.  I like the fact that every time I’m in front of a new group of young people I have a chance to learn something as well. There’s a moment when you can see the light bulb turn on in their heads. The moment when they get it. In that moment you’ve given someone something that hopefully will last a lifetime. It may be something as simple as grasping a theory but sometimes it ignites a passion for discovery.


Today I was at a S.T.E.A.M (science technology engineering art and mathematics) conference hosted by Northeastern University. Over 300 young people attends ,on a Saturday, and I witnessed a lot of light bulbs going off. This conference uses non-traditional approaches to engage young people. This is something I’ve specialized in since my days as a T.A.. way back in the 80’s. My friend and colleague, Marcelo, sometimes gets discouraged with the lack of recognition we receive. I don’t really care about that, I care about the light bulb.

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