The Flanger

The Flanger

I was originally asked to make the Flanger by the organizers of an event called Corvallis Open Streets, where a mile long section of city street was turned into a human-power festival. It is not something I would have come up with myself; the organizers of the event had seen and heard of the San Francisco-based human-powered carnival, “Cyclecide”, which has a lot of similar carnival rides. Unfortunately... 

#TBT - So. Many. Bikes.

#TBT - So. Many. Bikes.

After a some logistical mishaps, that included (literally) throwing money at swanky hotel receptionists, I finally made it out of Guatemala City with my awesome and amiable driver Jose Luis. Jose Luis was one of those guys that makes everything seem okay, if someone had to tell me that my left lung needed to be removed I would want it to be Jose Luis. He was...

The ONE question every one wants to ask me (but few do)

The ONE question every one wants to ask me (but few do)

"So... where do you get your money?" 

It's a question a few bold persons have asked, and I suspect many more want to ask. And for good reason: I'm no longer employed, my project doesn't generate any regular income (yet), and I'm currently hemorrhaging capital. Here's how I keep the lights on:

#TBT Airports are such weird places

Editor's Note: Every Thursday I'll be re-posting my old blog posts from my time in Guatemala. Hashtag Throwback Thurdays! I mostly kept the blog for my family, also I was kind of an asshole then. So... grain of salt :)

I'm officially in Guatemala, safe and sound, no banditos yet, just creepy taxi guys*
The flights weren't that interesting, but the Dallas International Airport... full of all kinds of strange stuff. For example, this iPod vending machine.

Mobile Bike-Sauna

Mobile Bike-Sauna

The story of my bicycle trailer sauna starts in Ann Arbor, MI, about 10 years ago. I was introduced to the wonders of the sauna on the banks of the mighty Huron River, running back and forth between a rustic shack and a makeshift hole my friends cut through the ice over the river. Over the course of that winter, the smells of cedar, the hiss of steam off of the glowing stove, and the many nights of friends laughing and singing together solidified into one of those memories that sit in the back of my skull, reminding me of what’s good in life.

This is Bicimakina

This is Bicimakina

Um, bici what?  

bee + see + MA + key + nah

It's Spanish, and it literally means "bike machine." Okay, actually, bicimaquina(spelled with a QU) literally means bike machine, bicimakina means... nothing.  But when I came up with the idea for Bicimakina I knew no anglophone would get the whole QU-as-K-sound bit. Heck, hardly any non-Spanish speaker can even repeat it back to me after I've said it. So why? Why, why, why would I ever choose a name that so many people can't say? 

It's an homage to this project's roots in Central America. 

Also, I could get it as a dotcom.