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We may find in the long run that tinned food is a deadlier weapon than the machine-gun.
The garage is the space for the hacker, the tinkerer, the maker. The garage is not defined by a single field or industry; instead, it is defined by the eclectic interests of its inhabitants. It is a space where intellectual networks converge.
Ahead of the tin was all craning white heads and expectant muttering, behind it was silence and crumbs. Lynne
Atoms for peace. Man is still the greatest miracle and the greatest problem on earth. [Message tapped out by Sarnoff using a telegraph key in a tabletop circuit demonstrating an RCA atomic battery as a power source.]
A good deal of Paradise Lost strikes one as being almost as mechanical as bricklaying.
I love Tinkle, it's really the most fun I've had in years.
Different people carry different toolboxes.
Flynn Rider: Frying pans... who knew, right?
I had been told from school onwards that the best definition of a human being was man the tool-maker - yet I had just watched a chimp tool-maker in action. I remember that day as vividly as if it was yesterday.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE SPECKLED BAND
A rousing tale of techno-geek rebellion, as necessary and dangerous as file sharing, free speech, and bottled water on a plane.
More than the diamond Koh-i-noor, which glitters among their crown jewels, they prize the dull pebble which is wiser than a man, whose poles turn themselves to the poles of the world, and whose axis is parallel to the axis of the world. Now, their toys are steam and galvanism.
Save the World-ers
Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy: Theatrical Trailer (Courtesy of Focus
The three most dangerous things in the world are a programmer with a soldering iron, a hardware type with a program patch and a user with an idea.
Life is made of ever so many partings welded together, as I may say, and one man's a blacksmith, and one's a whitesmith, and one's a goldsmith, and one's a coppersmith.
Unruly geeks change the world
Belt leather. Black pepper. Fine lace and bright feather. Tinker in town tonight, gone tomorrow. Working through the evening light. Come wife. Come daughter, I've small cloth and rose water.
Kids. They're not tin cans or sheetrock. They're laughing machines. Wind them up and watch them go.
Makers?" said Toby. Jaysir nodded.
"We're not loners, you know. There just weren't any on Wallop. We love to get together, we just refuse to engage in social relations that are based on material inequity.
A determined soul will do more with a rusty monkey wrench than a loafer will accomplish with all the tools in a machine shop.
The toolmakers had been remade by their own tools.
The tech industry used to be home to a disproportionate number of misfits and weirdos. Geeks. Nerds. People who needed to know how machines worked: needed to take them apart, make them better, and put them back together again.
I'm a sort of nuts-and-bolts guy. I'm into turning wrenches and swinging a hammer and wrenching on cars.
A dwarf who can't get the hang of metal? That must be pretty unique."
"Pretty rare, sir. But I was quite good at alchemy.."
"Guild member?"
"Not any more, sir."
"Oh? How did you leave the guild?"
"Through the roof, sir. But I'm pretty certain I know what I did wrong.
solder. this is me
and you together
Carpenters don't make their saws and hammers, tailors don't make their scissors and needles, and plumbers don't make their wrenches, but blacksmiths can make their hammers, tongs, anvils, and chisels
What tinfoil?" he asked.
I've just taught thousands of people over the radio in the USA how to mend broken watches and broken house appliances. I am a catalyst or trigger to access these powers.
Wicked Tribe, Rooling Tribe! is the mejor hacker tribe. Too small, too fast, too scientific!
When our tools are broken, we feel broken. And when somebody fixes one, we feel a tiny bit more whole.
There is no term comparable to green thumbs to apply to such a mechanic, but there should be. For there are men who can look, listen, tap, make an adjustment, and a machine works.
I installed anti-rust roofing into homes in Cairns. I packed boxes at Baby Barn. I was even a Manny! Mate, I know more about braiding hair and My Little Pony than most men, I can tell ya.
Codebreakers are linguistic alchemists, a mystical tribe attempting to conjure sensible words out of meaningless symbols.
Being a Milliner's about standing up for what's right, for those who can't stand up for themselves.
I'm one of those guys who likes to piddle around in the garage and fix stuff.
ADVENTURE CAPITALISTS
In a breaker's yard you discover anything can have a new life, be reborn as part of a car or railway carriage, or a shovel blade. You take that older life and you link it to a stranger.
One day we will all cherish the memory of having blacksmiths on every corner.
Oh for the sweet humpin' love of Tink! ~ Jenks
The Age of Technology has rusted.
Give ordinary people the right tools, and they will design and build the most extraordinary things.
I was born the son of a humble mechanic. A quantum mechanic.
He says tools but somebody will mention the cutting edges of things and one will see billhook, scythe, fauchard, debris, wood chips and sketches all entangled like words in summertime, when crickets and corn, lives and vines, sunflowers and stormy hours touch and quench one another.
A man and his tools make a man and his trade.
All the shops have been smashed open. There was a whole bunch of people across the street helping themselves to musical instruments, can you believe that?"
"Yeah," said Rincewind. " ... Luters, I expect.
Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?
A rustic setting always suggests fantasy; to suggest science fiction, you need sheet metal and plastic. You need rivets.
The notion that inventors are anorak-wearing crackpots with glasses held together with Sellotape is beguiling but wrong.
[The] artisans [ ... ] men whose chief interest is their craft and not the market place.
In this movie they took them up in space. They're floating around and doing zero gravity stuff. Well, they had to do it all on wires. All the wires had to be painted black against this black background. If you didn't light it properly you could see the wires. Drove them crazy!
Betsy: "You bring nothing but trouble!"
Fantomex: "Forgive me if this has inconvenienced your plans for afternoon tea, Miss Braddock. Cyborgs killed my mother and stole from me.
workin' in a coalmine
One only needs two tools in life: WD-40 to make things go, and duct tape to make them stop. G. Weilacher
You can't hammer tin into iron, no matter how hard you beat it, but that doesn't mean it's useless.
As good marketers, we like to tinker with things and make them better.
Tink's a Disneyland whore!"-Jenks
Irrigators channel waters; fletchers straighten arrows; carpenters bend wood; the wise master themselves.
There are three roads to ruin; women, gambling and technicians. The most pleasant is with women, the quickest is with gambling, but the surest is with technicians.
The common herd of "burghers", those cattle, complete with horns, who turn millstones with their bare hands.
Yanking at my leg, straining every muscle, my customized Gray Ghost rebuilt as a chopper sparks and squeals.
My boot catches and I'm flipped. Sliding down E-70 Highway on leather, my gloves scrubbed by the tarmac.
After all we did for Britain, selling that corduroy and making it swing, all we got was a bit of tin on a piece of leather.
I'm the new age miner,
going to work at the company's
gold mines, where they charge me
for the pick axe
...butcher, baker, fusion-reactor maker.
There was a young girl named Ratchet.
She had skill and no one could match it.
She wanted to be
More stylish and carefree,
But she couldn't give up her Ratchet.
There must be bands of enthusiasts for everything on earth-fanatics who shared a vocabulary, a batch of technical skills and equipment, and, perhaps, a vision of some single slice of the beauty and mystery of things, of their complexity, fascination, and unexpectedness.
A metallurgist is someone who can look at a platinum blonde and tell whether she's virgin material or a common ore.
Maker - their word for worm,
Bread has been made (indifferent) from potatoes;
And galvanism has set some corpses grinning,
But has not answer'd like the apparatus
Of the Humane Society's beginning,
By which men are unsuffocated gratis:
What wondrous new machines have late been spinning.
It's fine, precise, detailed work, the infinitely small motor management of diamond cutters and safecrackers that we do in our heads.
Perfect alchemists I keep who can transmute substances without end, and thus the corner of my garden is an inexhaustible treasure-chest. Here you can dig, not gold, but the value which gold merely represents; and there is no Signor Blitz about it.
[In my home workshop,] generally I'm mending things, which is interesting because you learn a lot about why they broke.
To a crafty man, a crafty and an halfe.
Technology: No Place for Wimps!
My friends and neighbors were always fixing their cars. Soldiers who felt restless wanted to work on something, and they understood cars. Me, I like to look at cars but I was never really a mechanic.
Excuse me," said the owner of the metal hand in a voice that would have made an insect of a more sentimental disposition collapse in tears.
This was not such an insect, and it couldn't stand robots.
"Yes, sir," it snapped, "can I help you?"
"I doubt it," said Marvin.
I have replaced his tin life with a silver-gilt fiction
After years of feeling like a misfit, I've realized that the world is full of other misfits, all of us identifying with Hobbits - - the little guys whom no one else respects. And who quietly end up changing the course of history.
Where men had once howled and hacked at one another, and fought nip-and-tuck with nature as well, the machines hummed and whirred and clicked, and made parts for baby carriages and bottle caps, motorcycles and refrigerators, television sets and tricycles-the fruits of peace.
Mentally mutilated potential programmers beyond hope of regeneration.
Tinker Bell needs a Tinker Bell. She needs someone plotting for her. I certainly think that it's something she wants.
Pip, dear old chap. life is made of ever many partings welded together, as I may say, and one man's a blacksmith and one's a whitesmith, one's a goldsmith, and one's a coppersmith. Diwisions among such must come, and must be met as they come.
Don't throw a monkey-wrench into the machinery.
The object Rusty found on Black Ridge looked so much like his Apple TV addon that he at first thought it actually was one ... only modified, of course, so it could hold an entire town prisoner as well as broadcast The Little Mermaid to your television via Wi-Fi and in HD.
Time passed by. I had furnished steam hammers to the principal foundries in England. I had sent them abroad, even to Russia. At length it became known to the Lords of the Admiralty that a new power in forging had been introduced.
It is difficult not to wonder whether that combination of elements which produces a machine for labor does not create also a soul of sorts, a dull resentful metallic will, which can rebel at times.
What're quantum mechanics?"
"I don't know. People who repair quantums, I suppose.
We should be careful not to let machinery swamp life. That we should be sure, when we are confronted with a fresh mechanical contrivance, that we are not losing more than we gain by adopting it.
My trade is a lonely one. I'm a craftsman, if you like. It so happens that these days singers are better paid than blacksmiths.
Men of genius sometimes accomplish most when they work the least, for they are thinking out inventions and forming in their minds the perfect idea that they subsequently express with their hands.
I get around OK with a toolbox. As a kid, I picked up skills following my dad through the oil fields of Oklahoma and West Texas. My wife Janine is hard to impress, but she does think it's cool when I fix things around the house.
They make glorious shipwreck who are lost in seeking worlds.
Workingmen are at the foundation of society. Show me that product of human endeavor in the making of which the workingman has had no share, and I will show you something that society can well dispense with.
NOTES FROM UNDERGROUND
I just saw metal as another tool for me to use.
At MakerBot, we joke that if we were engineers we would still be on our first prototype. There's something about just 'Doing ititeration is a way of engineering.
Traitors."
"People," Marsh said. "People who were just trying to do the best with what life gave them."
"Well, I'm just doing the same thing," Kelsier said. "And, fortunately, life gave me the ability to push men like them off the tops of buildings.
Dot Hacker, to me, sounds like a collection of all my tastes. I hear four people trying to fill up as much space as they can.
I'm quite handy with a screwdriver. I like making and fixing things.
Civilization has so cluttered this elemental man-earth relationship with gadgets and middlemen that awareness of it is growing dim. We fancy that industry supports us, forgetting what supports industry.