Category: Tech

I was hunched over my workbench last Tuesday, trying to solder a stubborn capacitor onto a 1970s Moog synth, when my phone started lighting up like a Christmas tree. It wasn’t a text from my wife; it was a flurry of “unauthorized login” alerts and a notification that my primary email had been accessed from…

I was hunched over my workbench last weekend, trying to solder a loose connection on a 1970s Moog synth, when I realized my own living room was becoming a graveyard of “smart” junk. I’ve got a lightbulb that requires a firmware update, a vacuum that gets stuck on every rug, and a smart speaker that…

I was hunched over my workbench last Tuesday, trying to solder a connection on a 1970s Moog synth, when my phone started vibrating like a caffeinated insect. It was a news alert—something about a local policy change that sounded absolutely insane. My first instinct was to get angry, to share it, to join the digital…

I was elbow-deep in the guts of a 1970s Moog synthesizer last Tuesday—smelling that familiar scent of heated solder and old dust—when a client called me, sounding absolutely frantic because his banking app had been hijacked. It’s the same story every time: people spend a fortune on “premium” security software suites that do nothing but…

I was sitting at my workbench last Tuesday, mid-way through stripping the dust out of a 1974 Moog synthesizer, when I realized my phone was vibrating with more useless noise than a broken circuit board. I had forty-two unread notifications from apps I haven’t opened since the Obama administration, and my cloud storage was a…

I was hunched over my workbench last Tuesday, trying to trace a faulty circuit on an old Moog synth, when my phone buzzed with a “security alert” from my bank. It looked legitimate enough to make my heart skip a beat for a split second—the kind of momentary lapse that’s exactly what these scammers are…

I was elbow-deep in the guts of a 1974 Moog synthesizer last Tuesday, trying to trace a faulty capacitor, when I realized I’d made the same mistake I made ten years ago with a client’s server. I’d assumed the “cloud” was some kind of magical, indestructible ether, only to watch a single botched update wipe…

I was elbow-deep in the guts of a 1970s Moog synthesizer last Tuesday when my workstation started sounding like a jet engine preparing for takeoff. That familiar, frantic whirring is the universal signal that your hardware is suffocating. I see people spending eighty bucks on those flashy, RGB-lit cooling pads that look more like spaceship…

I’ve spent enough time in server rooms and workshops to know that most people are drowning in a sea of “smart” devices that do nothing but add more noise to an already loud life. We’ve been sold this idea that if we just buy the right app or the flashiest piece of hardware, our workflow…

I was hunched over my workbench last Tuesday, trying to trace a faulty circuit on an old Moog synthesizer, when my phone started blowing up with notifications about the “AI revolution.” It’s the same old story: every tech evangelist with a podcast is trying to sell you on some digital god that’s going to rewrite…