Making things is deep magick


You know what rocks? Making things.

From a sort of “spiritual fulfilment” perspective, I think the thing is probably less important than the making. Making things converts the raw resources of life — time, energy, thus food, water, the heat of the Sun, fresh tears in your very muscle fibres — into a manifestation of your will. Heady stuff.

I’m at something of a career crossroads, having spent most of a decade being a data person, and having more recently realized that the work I find most fulfilling is creative. I like it so much, maybe I want to change career to do more making and less data-ing.

To that end, I recently spent three months making software as a participant in The Recurse Center. I focussed mostly on front end, using the Svelte framework. Some things I made:

In the course of spending a couple of months doing mostly front end, I learned that I definitely do not want to pivot my career into being the kind of developer whose work is a procession of tickets to turn someone else’s Figma file into a working site.

On the flip side, I very much affirmed my desire to make things humans can use. I created things, and put them on the internet, and now you can use them. That’s power, right there. A couple of people told me they actually used the Emotinomicon — something I had conceived of as a fun toy — as a real tool. Extremely cool.

Making things is deep magick. There’s an evolutionary thread from my being to the collective primordial soul of humanity, and making things plucks at it.

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