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Showing posts with label Zine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Zine. Show all posts

Friday, 8 December 2023

Fifty-thousand years

‎26/‎02/‎2023

Actor is sitting on a stool on a plain, empty stage. Modern aluminum crochet hook in one hand, ball of wool of an arbitrary colour in the other.

Our tools. This is what we had. Pre-history.

A hook,

Actor holds the hook up.

Carved from wood in the gap between two roots, sheltered from the wind not rain. Carved from bone, chipped and snapped from a leg not far enough through its fifty-thousand rotations. Cast from steel only re-heated in the heart of a furnace

Just as it has been moved and twisted by my hands, mux my fifty-thousand year brothers and sisters, my hands mould to it in twin grooves.

Our tools.

Monday, 20 November 2023

Broadcasting in the Æther

A Handbook for antenna design for use in sigil magick by William Greenwood.

BitÆ is an idea that has stuck with me for a long time. Originally written as a research paper, then later a zine (2022) and finally a radio package (2023)

The radio package can be found on my Soundcloud, or streaming on XMDV Radio.

DARWIN

My body is a river

My name is Darwin and my body is a river is a zine that I wrote about departure boards.


During its creation, I wanted to accurately show the LED readout of a departure board. I thought the easiest way of doing this would be to create by own font, which turned out easier than I though I would be.
For some reason I seemed to have subconsciously known this was going to happen and had been taking photos of every departure board I saw for the last couple months.
Armed with this substantial set of reference images I created: DARWIN regular.
You can download the font here.




Scaling up

 A new national loaf


Scaling up: A new national loaf is a essay I wrote about bread, efficiency and the revolution.

Using a piece of scrap 6mm steel, some bricks and mud, I was able to build a very simple and capable oven. I used metal sheet because i wanted a cooking surface as well as a furn style oven compartment. This oven is suitable for no more than 4kg of bread dough and is pretty crude, but the bricks that built the mansions of the capitalists could build a far larger, more beautiful oven.

If the grid collapsed and infrastructure failed, how would you feed the masses? Concentrated communities run on concentrated collaboration. How could you organise to semi-mass produce the most staple of staple foods?

TLDR: Waterwheels.

A HTML version can be found, hidden on the XMDV Radio site: here.