Money

I was sitting at my workbench last weekend, surrounded by the smell of solder and old capacitors from a 1970s Moog I was trying to bring back to life, when…

I was sitting at my workbench last weekend, surrounded by the smell of solder and old capacitors, trying to bring a 1970s Moog back to life. It hit me then:…

I remember sitting at my workbench three years ago, staring at a pile of invoices and a bank balance that looked more like a temperature reading in Antarctica. I had…

I spent most of my twenties thinking that managing money meant downloading some high-priced, subscription-based app that promised to "automate my prosperity" through complex algorithms. It was a total load…

I spent most of my twenties thinking I needed a PhD in economics or a high-speed connection to a Wall Street terminal to make my money work for me. I’d…

I was sitting at my workbench last weekend, mid-way through stripping the oxidized contacts on an old Moog synthesizer, when I realized how much the "financial gurus" online treat homeownership…

I spent years watching "financial gurus" peddle complex spreadsheets and expensive subscription apps that promised to fix your life with a single click. It’s a load of rubbish. Most of…

I was hunched over a workbench last Tuesday, trying to solder a stubborn connection on a 1978 Minimoog, when my phone buzzed with another "urgent" security alert from a bank…

I spent twenty years looking at complex systems, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that most "energy-saving" advice is just expensive noise. I’m tired of seeing influencers push…

I was elbow-deep in the guts of a 1970s Moog synthesizer last Tuesday, trying to trace a parasitic draw that was killing the power supply, when it hit me: most…