Update: A good friend who I will not name but it’s Aggie has suggested a new name for Girlhead. I am so enamored of it that I’m throwing it out there and y’all can vote but I’m 90% of the way to adopting it. It just sounds purty.
Let’s take a vote – regarding Girlhead’s stage name on this blog – should we:
A) Keep it the way it is – “Girlhead”?
B) Change it to “Lemur Girl”?
It’s no secret that I really resonate with my daughter Lemurita, and nine is such a fun age in my opinion. The other night we took apart the broken kitchen clock, down to the component gears, and talked about gear ratios, electromagnetics (the teensy motor), and put it back carefully to restore it to working order. So she got to see what I’ve done all my life, which is take things apart – she still doesn’t have a clue how many things I’ve never been able to properly reassemble but I told her that even those are things you learn from.
Why fight to save an old kitchen clock? Because the replacement Cruel Wife had is hideous. She thinks it is “pretty”. I think it looks like a bunch of impressionistic painters and their cats got run over by a rock crusher.
Today Lemurita came to me and said “Lemur-Dad, can we take something apart?”
Well, far be it for me to tell her “No, Lemurita, we can’t destroy anything today” when it is clearly not true. You can destroy something every day of your life if you are gifted. We went out to the garage to look for something to cannibalize or outright destroy.
Lemurita firmly refuses to let me anywhere near the transmission of her mom’s car even though I swear to her that we’d put it back right where we found it and even though I tell her that taking apart a CVT drive system would be the pinnacle of our lives and quite possibly the lives of three generations of Lemurs to come. “NO! You’d never get it back together!” Cruel Wife came into the room and said “That’s RIGHT, Lemurita. Don’t you pay any attention to your dad.”
Update: After promising Lemurita that the odds were good that Cruel Wife would birth puppies if we took her transmission apart she changed her tune and insisted that NOW we be allowed to take her CVT tranny out and have our way with it. What Lemurita does not realize is that Cruel Wife has already donated a sewing machine to our efforts. Yes, Lemurita and Lemur-Dad are going to start taking apart a sewing machine soon. I think it will be a blast.
I looked at the fridge in the garage and the motor was just going to be too much hassle to get to even with the Sawzall, which is the only way I will work on a fridge. Either that or a sledgehammer.
We grabbed a hard drive I had sitting in a moldering pile of old hard drives, motherboards, and obsolete video cards. I suppose I could have spent some time pondering if there was something still valuable on it but if it was in a pile of hard drives sitting on top of the woodburning stove, unattended and unloved, then I’m of the opinion that it probably wasn’t high-importance – and if it was… oops.
We drilled it out and cracked open the case, we studied the ultra-lightweight heads, the drive head mechanism and the magnets, and we asked ourselves why the mechanism is so stiff and the magnets so beefy (it’s all about quick crisp response).
We handed it over to Franken-Boy who did his part with the first contact (look at the platter at the 3:30 location) and promptly went back to playing Skylander.
She immediately said “What else can we take apart??”
I looked at Cruel Wife guiltily. “I’m afraid I’ve given her the ‘Take-Apart Bug’. I’m so sorry.”
CW just looked at me and grinned. She’s an engineer, I’m an engineer… she knows the score.