I can’t believe this type of tool is in the works. Their claim is that this is “The first robotic arm that makes anything, anywhere” It 3D prints, laser, carves, plots, assembles, picks/places and more on your desktop. It is built with a simplistic design and an arm that is designed to have the precision […]
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Enjoyed this article today: Why NonGeek Parents Have the Advantage in Parenting Young Makers. The whole piece was interesting but this bit especially grabbed me, because it’s singing my own song:
The parent panel was surprisingly united on several points. “Makers gotta make, so if you can’t get their stuff (maker treasure) under control just find a way to live with it.” “Kudos for letting your kids disassemble, repurpose, void warranties, and explore fearlessly!” “Allow projects to take time and make room for play and exploration–even if it means lots of projects are in progress at once (if you aren’t going to work on it in the next six months maybe it can hang out in the back of the closet for now.)”
Whenever I speak to homeschooling groups, I urge something similar. Never underestimate the importance of freedom to be messy. Creativity is a messy, messy business. Art is messy. Writing is messy. Sewing, woodworking, robotics, cooking, all these awesome pursuits we want our kids to dive into, all these handcrafts and skills we love to see them develop—they require room to get sloppy. The paint-spattered corner, the room abandoned to fabric scraps and bits of Sculpey, the table overtaken by wires and circuit boards…
I know it isn’t always easy, especially for type-A parents, to live with the clutter and chaos that so often surrounds a creative mind, but there are ways to compromise. For us, it means keeping the front of the house reasonably tidy, one main room where people can count on an uncluttered space, and letting the rest of the house wear a jumble of raw materials with abandon and zest. The girls’ room is overrun right now with wand-making supplies. The house smells like hot glue. Every time Scott looks at me he finds another piece of glitter on my face—I don’t even know where it’s coming from; it’s in the air.
Along with Freedom to Be Messy goes Lots and Lots of Down Time…that’s part two of my refrain: give ’em time to be bored, time to stare into space, time to tinker, time to obsess. So much of my work as a writer happens when I’m far from my keyboard…I’m writing while I’m gardening, while I’m doing dishes, while I’m curled up under a blanket doing a crossword puzzle. I may look idle, but I’m not. Things are churning in my head. Scott used to do his best writing on the walk home from the subway. Now, far from NYC, sans commute, he stands in the backyard, mind-working while Huck runs circles around him. Our kids know that we’re absent sometimes—lost in our thoughts, working something out—and they understand, they know we try to make up for it by being extra-present, fully engaged, in other parts of the day. But also by giving them that same kind of mind-space in return: big chunks of the day unscheduled, unspoken for. Let me get out of your hair so you can put glitter in it.
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In Chaucer’s time, the word for a poet or author was ‘a maker’ - as witness the Scots poet William Dunbar’s luminous ‘Lament for the Makers’, in which he lists poet after poet taken by ‘the strong unmerciful tyrant’, death:
‘He has done piteouslie devour
The noble Chaucer, of makers flower;
The Monk of Bery, and Gower all three:
(In fact, damn it, go and read the poem first, and come back and read this after you’ve done.)
I wanted a miniature Chinese garden like one I’d read about in a book – so I borrowed a tray and arranged gravel and stones and moss around a tin lid (for the pool) and stood some china ornaments around it till the moss dried and the tray got knocked over. Oh, and I wanted an eighth Narnia book, so I got an old blue notebook and wrote my own. (You can see it on my website if you want.) And though none of the things I made may have been any good (by some ultimate critical standard), it was the making of them that counted.
I love all beauteous things,
I seek and adore them.
God hath no better praise,
And Man in his hasty days
Is honoured for them.
I too will something make,
And joy in the making,
Although tomorrow it seem
Like the empty words of a dream,
Remembered on waking.
Lovely post Kath and both the Dunbar and the Bridges sent shivers to my spine (actually left leg to be more precise and less cliched.)
Timor mortis conturbat me too.But I try not to let it stop me making.
In fact I often think of Keats' "When I have fears that I may cease to be ..."and feel so sad that he died young before all those unwritten poems saw the light. The only consolation is that he might have written his best by then anyway.
Not so people like me who take a long time to find their stride.
I love the Bridges, Kath, and will add it to my book of quotes! Yes, I so agree with all this - a Blue Peter child myself and did loads of other 'making' as a child and then, before writery type stuff took over, as an adult - clothes, curtains etc. And, of course, there's still cooking and baking - and I endlessly make theatre with kids - and, I suppose, as a trainee counsellor, I'm engaged in trying to 'make things new' with my clients. But whereas to make seems as important as to breathe for me, for many people it seems to matter not at all - or am I wrong and we're all 'makers' in some sense or another?
That is my favourite Dunbar poem, Kath. And Mary, I'm with you on the Timor mortis conturbat... (and still waiting to hit my stride!). I'd add 'Do not go gentle into that good night' (though it's a bit late by then).
I came home from Borders to find Small Daughter had been making in my absence - lemon and coconut jelly, pasta bake, chocolate chip cookie dough and a tadpole refuge (in the front room). And I'm making dinner downstairs and re-tellings of Anglo-Norman stories upstairs. You're so right, Meg - making is everywhere and in everything :-)
But for this time of year, one of my other favourites by Dunbar is: 'Done is a battle on the dragon black' (forgive modern spelling, haven't got the book to hand) and the amazing sonority of the refrain: Surrexit dominus de sepulchro.
wow could that man handle a Latin tag.