I’ve been working on a book for a few months now: a catalog of each and every robot I’ve ever built, from Astrobot #1, Ziggy, to the latest. As I approach the 300 mark, it’s become increasingly challenging to keep up with the documenting and publishing the most current work, let alone digging into the past. It[…]
I am pleased to share with everyone that after ten visits in the last eight months, all the major dental visits are now complete! Each visit was was such a tremendous relief: I felt as if a curse was gradually lifting off of me. In fact, I think there was a part of me that was perpetually fighting the infection going on in my mouth. So with each session came a great sense of relief and joy: something to look forward to.
It’s just shy of 22:00 (or 10:00p.m. in civilian time) and Fort Tyler is humming. Pilots are running ships through pre-flight checks, the navigator and tail gunner are intently hunched over a large tactical map, and the flatscreen readout on the wall slowly ticks towards 22:15.
I discovered this unusual birthmark on roof of the mouth of my cat, Bootsy Tiberius Khan, only two days after I put him in the basket of my trusty bicycle pickup-truck (aka the Skunkamobile) to take him home from the shelter: yet this is the first time I’ve managed to be lucky to be holding the camera set up correctly in order to catch him at just the right moment.
I haven’t owned a car since before Skunkadelia, sometime around late 1999. While almost all of my transportation is me-powered, my art is really heavy, so I’ve had to rent a car for larger shows.
Toady I hurt the ole’ pickup truck of a cruiser, the Nitty-Gritty Pretty City Kitty-Witty.
I’ve resisted posting a picture of my pet friend Nemo for as long as I could. He’s a Congo African Grey parrot. Yes, he talks. He says good morning when I wake up, goodbye when I leave, and hello when I return.
A few years back my friend Sideshow helped me make a set of titanium chopsticks that separate like a pool cue. I used to carry them in my boots.
A few years ago I was lucky to get my hands on some leftover tubing samples from work. I made myself a bulletproof flask. I’m sure this thing is tough enough to survive being run over by an eighteen wheeler.
I’ve been plying around with a serger. I got some XL sized thermals, and tailored them. Inspired by Hapto.
Today Pywaket and I went out to My Aunt and Uncle’s house in Mendon to pick up an antique barber’s chair. I plan on making some modifications, unless I get an offer beforehand. Look out, collectors!
When the Somerville Scout was looking to do a story on people who do interesting things with their living spaces, they visited my place.
My friend Asher shared her pizza crust recipe with me years back, but I’m just now beginning to experiment with baking. It’s great getting sticky and covered in flour, and it’s not nearly as finicky as I suspected. I’m very pleased with the difference it’s made from using store-bought crusts.
I’m often reminded of how positive and Friendly the Boston Area really is, despite it’s cold reputation.
Marlon and his new family, Leanne and Brendan.
Not that long ago, about 3 in the morning, I jumped up from a near sleep with a Eureka moment. About a month earlier Self Destruct, a friend and fellow pilot, suggested I make my robots poseable for stop animation.
Gzo finds his forever-home with Visigoth.
Somewhere in a dark garage, a metal man is being made.
This photo was taken in December of 2008, when the robot traveled by T to Cathy’s office. Marisol thought the robot would be cold and she knit him a hat!
Here’s the link to the news story. I said “sexy oily bits” on NPR.
I… You… We… ROBOT!
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Skunk creates a Missing Link, a fantastic creature made from old bicycle chain.
This morning was the installation of the SRS Redbone, at Redbones. Things went well, thanks to Rob Gregory and the ‘do-it-all-guy’, PJ.
There’s more to making art than the obvious moment of creation. You need to mine and collect what you make things from. Supply run to Broadway Bicycle School! Hungry robots need metal, and B-Way’s the place to get it.
This is one of those projects that sits for six months before starting, and then it only takes a day to execute. Leaves me wondering why I waited so long.
This journal has been sporadically kept since 1985. I’ve been using a homegrown brand of runes to code it. There was a book making project at the Holliston High School art class, and we got extra credit if we illustrated it.