I really don't like automobiles much. I think it is because I just don't like regular driving. If you ask me to go across the country, I am ok with that. If you think to spend 30 minutes or an hour on getting anywhere like with a commute – I will find that a gigantic waste of time that I could be used for something fun – like making new ideas.
For the mathematics of wasted time, just plug in your (commute time each day * days worked per year)/40 (avg for a week's actual working time). For example, I had a friend in redwood city that spent 45 minutes minimum each way to get to san Francisco. So (1.5hrx250)/40= 9.375 weeks spent, that you didn't get paid for if you were an employee.
Do you realize what you can do in 9.375 weeks of work? Think about it the next time you are in any commute, traffic jam, or construction site.
The irony of today's post is that a few days ago, there was a messed-up auto auction for a scarce Porsche car. It caught my eye because I do love the craftsmanship of the old cars. Before the assembly line, you would purchase a rugged frame and send the vehicle to a carriage builder, who would trick out your interior design with fantastic craftsmanship. If you need proof, go look at the old Rolls-Royces, the Duesenberg, and the Maybach. Excellence in craftsmanship is astounding.
Fast forward to today, and you don't really need the craftsmanship. Instead, you need the ability to design in a computer and export it all out to laser cutters, water jets, plasma torches, and at the highest level – 3d printers that can work in metals and other materials. What still blows my mind is the level of precision and tolerance you get with the machines and parts today. Perhaps that is why when I think about the lead train cars in the shinkansen and the old exotic Porsche 64 were fabricated by hand. It makes them more beautiful in my mind
If you get to japan, ride the shinkansen (or any maglev train in Europe), and you will find yourself zipping along at remarkable speeds and yet your coffee doesn't even have a ripple. I figured that they were using robots and other hi-tech machines to fabricate the engine cars but was told that each one of them has a handmade skin over it.
Yes, I went back and looked at the skin and couldn't tell there was anything hand made about it. It was too perfect. As I type, I forget the reasoning for it, but I marvel at the craftsmanship. As a sidebar, there was a time I was diving, and we had to wait, so I took my tea and sat and watched a Japanese carpenter make joints in wood. My jaw dropped at how he created something so precise with hand tools.
With the Porsche – I am attaching this article https://bangshift.com/general-news/project-cars/amazing-automotive-metal-working-project-america-recreation-ill-fated-1939-porsche-racer-old-north-carolina-vfw-hall/
We have a product that was unknowing to me, the start of all the closed environment work we are doing today, that I can still remember Patrick and me sitting at a table and he asked, "what would be the best way to test the idea" and I drew out the product in a rough form and said, "that would be cool!"
Little did I know that is basically the flagship of the overall idea and way we will go and work on new ideas and the skunkworks methodology. But if you look at how they built the old Porsche body in the article, you marvel at the skill of craftsmanship.
As I think about it, my favorite airplane is the SR-71. There was the a-12 that did a few things better, but it didn't have the sexy lines of titanium design that came out with the SR71. To hear the tales of the folks that worked with Kelly Johnson and "titanium."
"We had to invent the tools to work with the stuff…"
Today I am looking at what appears to be our specialty area with controlled spaces, and since I have no clue where I am going to really live and do this – I realize why I have all the wheels, as, like the agrowbox, I have to figure out how to palletize all the things so it can move anywhere on the planet. I also am caught into a place where we need natural materials of earth and would love it to be mobile and agile…so high tech is going to meet natural, especially with the woo woo ideas.
As for the others. When it is time to let it out into the public, you might look back at this post and laugh at what we are making. And yes, a lot of the prototyping is and will be handwork because you just can't get that organic feel with the products when you use super precise computer cut elements.
Yesterday I was trying to explain to a swiss person why blues music is so refreshing in that you take the flaws and create the fantastic live beauty of sound with them. I am pretty sure there is a cultural misunderstanding, as I wonder if I have to take the person to a Texas or Chicago blues act where the dirty raw energy and power comes off the stage in an "imperfect" way where the tone and mistakes come together to create the "perfect experience."
I am thinking back to last week with the treat of seeing Joanna Connor play live. It was her rendition of covering Jimmie Hendrix little wing that had me stop in my tracks and put the camera down. She took that song and made it better with her rendition. (just my opinion)
So…its time. I have a lot of design to do, and soon, fabrication. I guess the queasiness comes from the first ones you make, despite knowing it is just a prototype, you try to get it perfect on the first attempt. I also know from individual efforts to tune something.
Once we did over 100 versions of one silly holographic toy where the solution came out when my engineer dropped the hand-built prototypes, and the answer came out when I picked up the pieces in my hands and held them up to the light. We both saw the best solution at that moment…I almost forgot that day…particularly since I had a meeting in a few hours to show the prototype…I walked in with the parts taped together and explained what happened with an accident and then pulled the wreck of a prototype out to the surprised look of the senior VP's and when I made it work, the visual efx had them go "Woah! Build that!"
I will have to get some books about ultra-high-quality service and quality level increases. I am a "basher" in the lab. That means someone who drives engineers crazy because I can see the entire object, know how the parts work, but don't know the technical labels to the engineering side of life.
Truth be told, I am thankful I am not an engineer, as I don't think my brain is wired to be one. But if you want ideas and solutions to problems that are new and different – I have one that is ok with that.
I observe people and how we are taking more time to get to any point. It is a bit like this blog. The rules are no editing and whatever comes out – it is. Part of me would like to edit and distill the words into a charming read. However, that isn't the purpose of this blog. I am writing for myself, and I would be surprised if anyone else actually read it. This blog is connected to nothing in the world of the internet that is all about branding and more and more BS. It's a psychiatric and philosophical playground for "why?" and "huh?"
Mom is losing it upstairs as the reality of dad is coming into her face like a runaway train. I am helpless with him. My brother and I knew about dad weeks ago, but there is always hope, and I guess an idea that we can try to control life, and the truth is we can't. Sad to hear her wailing. I am going to go up and give her a hug. That's about all I can do.
While death is not a fun thing to watch, and you see reality give a swift blow to the minds of people that have been living in a sort of controlled and structured life – I am ok that beyond this life there is pure love, and I am in a sense jealous of those who are leaving here.
People always ask, "why aren't you afraid of much?" I reply, "I have done and been through so much that I am amazed I am alive. And I did have that experience that defies explanation and was given a chance to use my heart and my talents. My fear is really only of god and not being able to spend eternity with him because I screwed up so much here."
I guess that is why I look at life anymore and shake my head with the pursuit of things, money, titled, ego, and pride. King Solomon probably had a lot more fun than I did to get to the reality that life is a lot of vanity.
Ok... I have to drive mom today, she is a wreck as I think the reality hit her like a train with the phone call from doc. Thanks for listening. This blog helps me to process stuff that most probably keep in or ignore with life.