dirty DIY deeds, done dirt cheap

MAKE Blog, when not obsessively fascinated with LED “graffiti scrunchies” is one of the most consistently intriguing sites around. It is amazing to see what happens when smart (and presumably childless) people have enough free time to turn common household cruft into purest lo-technofetish gold.

I might be able to put one of these tensegrity tower things together someday. Not sure why, other than they look really cool. Not this goofy cell phone holder; maybe a lamp-stand. These DIY Shuffle headphones are the cat’s pyjamas. (MAKE: Blog)

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“I came back for my own purposes,” said the Time Traveler, looking around my booklined study. “I chose you to talk to because it was . . . convenient. And I don’t want you to do a goddamned thing. There’s nothing you can do. But relax . . . we’re not going to be talking about personal things. Such as, say, the year, day, and hour of your death. I don’t even know that sort of trivial information, although I could look it up quickly enough. You can release that white-knuckled grip you have on the edge of your desk.” I tried to relax. “What do you want to talk about?” I said. “The Century War,” said the Time Traveler. I blinked and tried to remember some history. “You mean the Hundred Year War? Fifteenth Century? Fourteenth? Sometime around there. Between . . . France and England? Henry V? Kenneth Branagh? Or was it . . .” “I mean the Century War with Islam,” interrupted the Time Traveler. “Your future. Everyone’s.” He was no longer smiling. Without asking, or offering to pour me any, he

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