Something really cool has been popping up in electronics and tinkering for a while now. I'm old enough to say that maker movements have come and gone before, and they usually follow a predictable storyline. There is a burst of enthusiasm, you get excited, then a wave of
As I was cleaning out the studio at the end of the school year, I started to feel that the studio shelves were breathing. Well, not literally, but if you stand there long enough, it starts to feel that something in the accumulated mass of paper, polycarbonate, wood, electronic bits
We are the first generation to raise minds we did not give birth to. And we are raising them on commands. And here I am, I keep thinking about the before. Before the prompt and before we made it work for us. That unwitnessed moment when the thing is at
I've been having this recurring thought or a dream. Or maybe not a dream exactly, but more like a signal popping up from another frequency. You know, like when you're half-asleep and a clear understanding arrives from somewhere, it's fully formed, and it&
Current techno-cultural discourse seems to be stuck on an old fantasy: escaping your physical body. The buzzwords change their names but the script stays almost the same. Upload your mind and consciousness. Move your life into a frictionless metaverse. Keep existing after your physical death. Human body seems to
I decided to start the exploration of the cloud-shell concept through multiple thought exercises that help me to develop many small aha! moments that will later come together and act as an unified concept. Or at least that's the plan. This post is a snapshot of that
Hold Me When I’m Dying explores ways that soft robotic technologies could be used as companions at a point of transition between living and dying. It speculates that an intelligent, cloud-like shell could be used as a way of wrapping around a person with shifting degrees of presence.
Lately a small and storyline has been running wild in my mind. It starts with a simple image of a humanoid robot sitting in the park and quietly processing the world around it. Its internal chronometer records the passing of microseconds with perfect accuracy. Its optical sensors register the movement
We like to imagine consent is simple, sometime a checkbox or a swipe on yet another app notification, another time a whispered yes in the heat of the night. In reality, unfortunately, it’s still a fragile dance between counterparts, constantly renegotiated and too often ignored. As a species, I