Counting Crows. September 2013. San Francisco.
It’s 8:30am on a Friday. I’m in Shenzhen, holding on to the door handle of a Volkswagen taxi cab, as my driver practices for his inevitable trip to the Nürburgring.
Air travel is nothing new for me. It just feels weird when I’m doing it in a new set of cities. Continue reading “Change of Habits, Change of Scenery”
Drum corps in Munich, Germany (2011).
Despite years of formal engineering training, it’s immensely satisfying to build things out of what’s lying around my farm. Continue reading “Measure Twice, Cluck Once”