Category: Troubleshooting

I was sitting at my workbench last Tuesday, squinting through my jeweler’s loupe at the escapement of a 19th-century carriage clock, when my tablet decided to stage a coup. It…

Don’t let those flashy software advertisements fool you; you cannot simply sprinkle digital magic dust over a mess of light to make it perfect. I’ve spent my retirement hunched over…

I was sitting at my workbench last Tuesday, the smell of isopropyl alcohol and old solder hanging in the air, when my grandson came in complaining that his laptop screen…

I remember sitting in the back of a high school lecture hall twenty years ago, watching a colleague struggle with a screeching PA system while the students drifted into a…

I remember sitting in my classroom during my final year of teaching, staring at a projector that refused to cooperate. The students were restless, the air smelled of stale chalk,…

I was sitting at my workbench last Tuesday, the smell of machine oil and old brass hanging in the air, trying to coax a stubborn 1950s mantle clock back to…

I spent thirty-four years in a classroom watching teenagers stare blankly at whiteboards, and frankly, that’s exactly how most people look when a tech salesperson tries to explain why they…

I spent thirty-four years in a physics classroom watching students stare blankly at equations, but nothing quite matches the look of pure, helpless betrayal I see on my nephew’s face…

I was sitting at my workbench last Tuesday, squinting through my loupe at the tiny, rhythmic escapement of a 19th-century carriage clock, when my phone let out that dreaded, hollow…

I was hunched over my workbench last Tuesday, the smell of isopropyl alcohol and old machine oil thick in the air, trying to coax a stubborn 19th-century carriage clock back…