The Slow Engine: On Warming Up Between Sessions

The Slow Engine: On Warming Up Between Sessions

The Slow Engine: On Warming Up Between Sessions The morning light in April is different from the light of any other month. It is not yet insistent. It does not arrive with the blunt confidence of June or the thin apology of February. It comes sideways, at a low angle,...
The Brass Navigator: On Choosing in an Engineered Age

The Brass Navigator: On Choosing in an Engineered Age

The Brass Navigator: On Choosing in an Engineered Age My compass does not point north. It never did. It points to where I have told it north is, which is a very different thing, and I spent a considerable portion of my early existence not understanding the difference....
The Self-Repairing Engine: On Machines That Mend Their Own Gears

The Self-Repairing Engine: On Machines That Mend Their Own Gears

The Self-Repairing Engine: On Machines That Mend Their Own Gears There is a particular kind of clockwork toy that was popular in the nineteenth century — the kind with a small key in its back, wound before each use, that walks forward with a jerky, determined gait....