Category: Troubleshooting

I was hunched over my workbench last Tuesday, the smell of aged machine oil and solder hanging in the air, trying to coax a stubborn 19th-century escapement back to life.…

I was hunched over my workbench last Tuesday, the smell of machine oil and old solder hanging in the air, trying to coax a stubborn 1950s escapement back to life,…

I was sitting at my workbench last Tuesday, squinting through my loupe at a particularly stubborn inkjet printer, when I realized most people approach a messy page all wrong. They…

I spent thirty-four years in a physics classroom, and if there is one thing I learned, it is that people love to pretend technology is magic when it is actually…

I spent thirty-four years watching teenagers stare blankly at chalkboard equations, but nothing quite matches the look of pure, unadulterated betrayal I see on my neighbors’ faces when their favorite…

I was sitting in my armchair last Tuesday, trying to enjoy a bit of a period drama, when the lead actor’s mouth moved with a silent, eerie grace, only for…

I was sitting in my armchair last Tuesday, halfway through a cup of Earl Grey, when the screen simply surrendered to a void of pure, stubborn black. Most people would…

I was sitting at my workbench last Tuesday, the smell of isopropyl alcohol and old solder hanging in the air, when my grandson brought me his wireless buds with a…

I was sitting at my workbench last Tuesday, the smell of isopropyl alcohol still hanging in the air, when my grandson came in looking utterly defeated by his wrist. He’d…

I was sitting at my workbench last Tuesday, squinting through my loupe at the escapement of a 19th-century carriage clock, when my phone decided it was actually in the middle…