This past weekend was Maker Faire, a regular, traveling celebration of different types of nerd. Maker Faire has been happening for a few years now, starting as a Bay Area thing five or six years ago. This was the second annual New York City iteration. Last year was far, far more interesting. Why?
Well, last year there was this:
By default, Maker Faire is “Family Friendly”, kind of a G-rated event, child safe in a way that tends toward all-edges-sanded-off and dull; going counter to the “violate your warranty” ethos of Make Magazine, but prob making their lawyers a lot happier.
Safety Third! cried the Madagascar Institute, and we added in a little sex, a little violence, while keeping it at a solid PG, maybe PG-13 (depending on Sarah Mac’s top). This year, we were barely asked back, too little and too late, and the event suffered for it.
Anyway, my ego knows no bounds, so I did show up and met fans of the show:
Pretty sure I met all of them, all twenty or so. Photos were taken, hands were shook, one autograph was signed.
Also, I gave a talk on Teevee stardom as a means to an end for Makers: