navelgazing

For roughly the last decade a large part of my personal identity has been the mad pursuit of new hobbies. I was the guy who was always picking up new skills, taking random classes. My hobby was hobbies, I liked to say. Even going to grad school was part of this, just another certification to acquire. Looking back over the last few years, though, I'm not sure how true this is anymore. I feel like I've settled into something of an electro-mechanical niche. I used to get the biggest thrill from diving into something completely new and crazy, and now I'm starting to favor the acquisition of greater mastery over a smaller set of skills. I'm happy enough with this, but it's a weird realization that such a large part of my identity has drifted out from under me.

Speaking of, I just dropped more money than I want to think about on the initial research materials for a really crazy Burning Man project. I'm not willing to commit to it quite yet -- it's going to be on the outer edge of feasible at best, really pushing my technical and financial limits. But Project Hexapod is kind of underway.