Made by Hand (3 page)

“Or,” she said, “you can borrow mine.” She also gave me a coconut-husking rod, a bush knife, and a bag of wild spinach she had just picked.

For the remainder of our time on the island, coconut harvesting and processing was an almost daily ritual that Carla, Sarina, and I relished. Here’s a typical coconut-centric day, as recorded in Carla’s journal:

Looking back, the days we spent being deeply involved with our food—collecting it, extracting it, processing it, and cooking it—were the most memorable and rewarding. It was a luxury to spend all day baking coconut scones or making tortillas and pasta from flour, salt, and eggs. Sure, we still would go out to a restaurant for a quick meal when we were too burned out from a day of hiking in the rain forest or dealing with the kids when they got sick, but coconut days became one of the highlights of our routine. When Sarina’s classmates came over, they loved to help us and often offered tips on doing things a better way.

When we left the South Pacific after just four and a half months, beaten by pneumonia, bronchitis, lice, ringworm, toenail fungus, and social isolation, I promised myself I’d come up with a “coconut-day” equivalent in Los Angeles—something that would allow me to slow down, use my hands, and become more engaged with the world around me in a meaningful way. As it turned out, I lucked into something even better.

As soon as I returned to L.A. I got a call from Dale Dougherty, the cofounder of O’Reilly Media, a technical-books publisher in northern California. Dale was familiar with Boing Boing, the nerd-culture blog I founded in 2000, and we’d chatted a few times on the phone while I was in the South Pacific about an idea he’d had for a general-interest technology-project magazine. Dale had successfully launched a line of books called the “Hacks” series, which offered practical tips and short projects in a variety of areas, such as astronomy, selling things on Amazon, improving one’s mental abilities, automating the home, and so on. His idea for a magazine that showed how to make, modify, and repair things appealed to me.

Dale and I met several times to brainstorm. We looked at do-it-yourself magazines from the past—the 1940s through 1960s were a heyday for do-it-yourselfers.
Popular Science
contained quite a few articles devoted to making things such as go-karts from lawn mower engines and modernistic coffee tables from plywood and ceramic tile.

Dale and I noticed that these kinds of projects, along with traditional crafting and homesteading activities, such as gardening, raising chickens, keeping bees, and preserving food, had again become popular, due in large part to the great information-delivery capability of the Web. People were rediscovering the joy of DIY. We decided that the magazine should be a celebration of the kind of making, experimenting, and tinkering that was being chronicled by enthusiasts on the Web. The magazine would showcase the best projects in an attractive format and offer tested, step-by-step instructions for doing them at home. We’d encourage tinkering and experimentation by profiling our favorite “alpha makers”—individuals who have learned how to design and build cool stuff—and by recommending and reviewing tools, guide-books, Web sites, and other resources that people interested in making things could use.

The first issue of
Make
came out in February 2005. Dale and I hoped that the magazine would get ten thousand subscribers in the first year. But we were off by a factor of four: Forty thousand people subscribed. Today the paid circulation is well over a hundred thousand. As editor in chief, I’ve met hundreds of delightful DIYers over the years. I find their approach to living both refreshing and inspiring. DIYers are not afraid to take responsibility for the creation and maintenance of the things they and their families use, eat, wear, play with, learn from, and live in. In fact, they welcome the challenge of creating, maintaining, and modifying their physical environment.

Eventually, my exposure to DIYers led me to the realization that do-it-yourself activities were an essential, if not central, part of achieving a richer and more meaningful life, a life of engagement with the world. I wanted to learn as much as I could from the alpha makers I’d met through the magazine, so that I could incorporate their lessons into my own life.

One thing I learned is that most alpha DIYers have long, ever-growing, and ever-evolving lists of projects they intend to tackle. So I began to keep a list of the things I wanted to try. I didn’t allow fear or lack of experience to prevent me from writing down everything I eventually wanted to accomplish:

This was a long list, and I didn’t expect that I would enjoy, or succeed at, everything (and I didn’t, as you’ll see). I wasn’t about to say goodbye to modern life again, as we’d attempted in Rarotonga. Instead, I was looking for a balanced approach that worked for my family and me. By incorporating elements of DIY into our household—for example, raising chickens, keeping bees, growing vegetables, sewing clothes, preserving food, and making simple things out of wood and other materials—I hoped we would become more mindful of our daily activities, more appreciative of what we have, and more engaged with the systems and things that keep us alive and well.

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THE COURAGE TO SCREW THINGS UP

“I tell myself I will learn more from my mistakes than I ever could by being a submissive follower of instructions and bowing to the dubious authority of some distant and unknown manufacturer.”

 

 

 

 

When I started working at
Make
and began to meet with the highly skilled individuals who would create DIY projects for the magazine, I never thought I’d learn how to design electronic circuits, build furniture, construct robots, modify bicycles, or make musical instruments myself. I was sure I didn’t have that kind of talent. I felt envious of “alpha makers” like William Gurstelle, who once built a taffy-pulling machine for
Make
at my request. (I’d seen one in a movie and thought it would be a fun how-to project.) Envious of Mister Jalopy, who artfully integrated an old-fashioned wooden hi-fi cabinet with a computer to simultaneously play old records and digitize the songs for his iPod. Envious of Charles Platt, who could make anything out of ABS plastic, from a board game to a device for resuscitating victims of cardiac arrest.

Then there was Chris Benton, a professor of architecture at the University of California-Berkeley, who attached remote-control camera rigs to kites for taking aerial photographs. Kim Pedersen, who built a monorail train and elevated track in his backyard in Fremont, California. Billy Hoffman, a teenager who created a magnetic stripe reader to reveal the data stored on his driver’s license and credit cards.

What qualities did these people have that I, and millions of others, lacked?

After I spent more time with these DIYers and dozens of others, I learned that they hadn’t been born with special talents. Mister Jalopy, who is a kind of artist-hero in the DIY world, knew very little about making things until the day in the 1990s that he made a conscious decision to do whatever it took to become “handy.” One of my DIYer friend’s hands shake with palsy, yet he manages to use it to assemble intricate mechanisms.

I’ve met my share of DIYers who’ve lost fingers from mishaps with power tools. It hasn’t stopped them from making stuff.

Their secret isn’t so much what they have as what they don’t have: a fear of failure. Most people loathe failing so much they avoid trying things that require pushing past their current abilities. It’s no coincidence that many of my favorite DIYers either dropped out of or never attended college. A few even dropped out of high school. Maybe they were lucky to have escaped the educational system; in school, mistakes result in punishment in the form of poor grades. Because we’ve been trained to believe that mistakes must be avoided, many of us don’t want to attempt to make or fix things, or we quit soon after we start, because our initial attempts end in failure.

My early forays into DIY certainly did. After a few home-improvement projects in my twenties that resulted in leaky pipes, cracked tiles, and crooked wallpaper, and gardening experiments that led to brown tomato plants surrounded by weeds, I gave up and directed my creative urges to computer-based graphic design and illustration, where the UNDO key makes it easy to back out of mistakes.

Making things confounded me, which in part explains my considerable respect for people who do know how to fix things around the house, knit clothes, work on cars, or build things from scratch like go-karts and remote-controlled model airplanes. Though I wasn’t a DIYer, my admiration for the breed paid off careerwise. As editor in chief of
Make,
I developed a knack for knowing which projects our readers would enjoy. I was satisfied with helping contributors write their articles and present their projects in an attractive, accessible way.

After I got to know Mister Jalopy, he knocked me out of this comfortable rut.