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in ulog •  6 years ago  (edited)

I've thrown away so much in the past few weeks, I simply can't believe my eyes. I mean, some of the things I've been keeping make absolutely no sense. Old manuals, coupons for things I'll never buy, and things of the sort. Of course finding these things and throwing them away is no big deal, but I'm wondering how did it get this out of hand.

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For as long as I remember I've been a tinkerer of things. I loved and still do to disassemble everything that comes my way. Watches, phones, computers of course, motors, you name it. If I own it, there is a very good chance I've taken it apart a few times for curiosity or to "fix it", please note the air quotes there. And it's precisely because of the second reason that I have so many extra parts.

What's this for? - "Oh, that's good stuff.... that is the controller board for the DC motor that was on the treadmill, I need that". "Why do you need it? "Well, I'm going to build a radius sander for fretboards, and I have an idea for that motor... without the controller I can't use it, because it's DC". Repeat this line of reasoning for hundreds of different things over the course of 4 years, and here we are today.

I know what you might be wondering at this very moment. Have I not built things? am I all talk? Do I not fix things around the house? Well of course I have, of course I do, but out of the machines I've built or modified over the past years, there are hundreds and this is no exaggeration of projects I never finished.

So yesterday, in a moment of brutal honesty with myself, I threw away "muh stuff". Lots of little parts and trinkets, so that bulk could remove the possibility of me using them from my life. Woke up this morning, looked outside and.... they are gone.... "that was a powerful pump motor there... dammit"

At any rate, it's necessary and it can't be delayed anymore. Can't take my junk with me and I'm going to repeat the junk as a descriptor until I stop feeling like I lost something....

@meno

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A truly wonderful publication @meno
I am a fan of machines, engines and electrical appliances too
I also made a very large number of machines
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From age 16 to age 27 I make machines
The magnificence when you see the power of the machines of your own making alone realize that you are talented and different from others

Seems you are in what I call the

LIGHTS & MOTION Crowd 😉

Nothing wrong with that but the machines I make may not even move, let alone putting on a show that is pleasing to the eye. I am working on Solid State OVERUNITY. Do you still build?

It means you want to make an infinite power machine?

That is one way of saying it
Yes

I have over the years reduced my junk to what could fit in a suitcase. The catalyst was shitty life events, precipitated by terrible life choices that were all essentially built on attachments. These attachments provided distractions, the distractions kept me from having the time or energy to have an honest look at what I'd become.

Some of them were and still could be rationalised, but I lost it all @meno! Cars, a house that I paid off by the age of 30, all the clothes, gadgets, trinkets, books, instruments, except my Gibson Howard Roberts fusion I have that 12000 miles away at my moms. But, the rest is all memories, even the pictures and MacBook Pro contents, imac, 1st generation iPod touch, all those songs, all gone.. I have my sanity, my health, and I've replaced all that stuff with a totally new life on the other side of Earth that seemed impossible years ago. It all began with the acceptance of letting go of the junk and in the end it's basically junk, if it clutters the mind and leads to familiar places and routines it's junk.

Good on you mate, I'm not preaching minimalism for all, but we don't take anything with us, and all that really matters is the connections we make while here...

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I think minimalism is admirable, but hard to imagine for most... a good friend travels the world, with not much more than a backpack and I've known him to not be loving his life... So it's certainly powerful if one can pull it off..

Someone’s junk is another’s treasure! I have puts out front for disposal and some never seem to make it to the dumpster as other have ideas for them...

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I've got the junkitis too. My wife is always wondering why I get so excited about what she calls "dirty, broken, rusty things."

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The worst part is when you have some major victories and hen get more stuff, for more possible future projects. Take your experiences and time frame, TIMES TEN, and throw in an actual profession (electrician) and you have an idea about me... Plus my Dad and Mom both are recovering hoarders and I am 3rd generation Sparky to boot LOL

It's just too much fun

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At least one of the "junk machines" I have assembled, mainly from junk, show great promise. I was able to charge a whole table full of car batteries with one small source... I am now working on overunity devices ;-)
I built the thing with nearly all junk parts, take-offs from old electronic and electrical equipment. I believe I have found my calling in life! TRULY!

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Cheer up!!
I voted and followed you!!!

Junk, huh? Well, I only have 11 tube amplifier chassis sitting in my room right now... Do I need to build 11 tube amps? probably not. Hopefully it will give me something to do in the winter.
The rest of the junk in my basement...yeah, I need to keep thinning that pile down...