Thursday, May 28, 2009

Working with your hands


“Dilbert,” “The Office” and similar portrayals of cubicle life attest to the dark absurdism with which many Americans have come to view their white-collar jobs."

"High-school shop-class programs were widely dismantled in the 1990s as educators prepared students to become “knowledge workers.” The imperative of the last 20 years to round up every warm body and send it to college, then to the cubicle, was tied to a vision of the future in which we somehow take leave of material reality and glide about in a pure information economy. This has not come to pass. To begin with, such work often feels more enervating than gliding. More fundamentally, now as ever, somebody has to actually do things: fix our cars, unclog our toilets, build our houses."

"The Princeton economist Alan Blinder argues that the crucial distinction in the emerging labor market is not between those with more or less education, but between those whose services can be delivered over a wire and those who must do their work in person or on site. The latter will find their livelihoods more secure against outsourcing to distant countries. As Blinder puts it, “You can’t hammer a nail over the Internet.” Nor can the Indians fix your car. Because they are in India."

"If the goal is to earn a living, then, maybe it isn’t really true that 18-year-olds need to be imparted with a sense of panic about getting into college (though they certainly need to learn). Some people are hustled off to college, then to the cubicle, against their own inclinations and natural bents, when they would rather be learning to build things or fix things."

"A gifted young person who chooses to become a mechanic rather than to accumulate academic credentials is viewed as eccentric, if not self-destructive. There is a pervasive anxiety among parents that there is only one track to success for their children. It runs through a series of gates controlled by prestigious institutions."

"The trades suffer from low prestige, and I believe this is based on a simple mistake. Because the work is dirty, many people assume it is also stupid."

Try the link to this article by Mathew Crawford. It's titled "THe Case for Working With Your Hands. It explores why some of us are drawn to working with our hands and that maybe it is meant for us to except that. But, often the "hand" workers are viewed as lower class compared to those who e emphasis pure intellectual academic life paths.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/24/magazine/24labor-t.html?pagewanted=1&em"

I remember growing up in school that I wanted to take shop class and auto class but those were reserved for the "not so bright kids." I think it is true when it was stated in this article, that “in schools, we create artificial learning environments for our children that they know to be contrived and undeserving of their full attention and engagement. Without the opportunity to learn through the hands, the world remains abstract and distant, and the passions for learning will not be engaged.”

How true is that statement? Kids know that the school environment can be contrived and undeserving of their full attention! I'm sure I learned a lot more than I realize from my dad and mom than I realize. Watching my dad fix stuff. Family camping trips. Does anyone feel like they learned much in high school? Yes, we learn the three R's maybe. I felt like I didn't start learning until I had experiences that were often associated with things outside of school. Boy Scouts, athetics, youth groups, etc. Actually doing things in the world. College seemed to open up the world of being on one's own and being a Outdoor Education major I was exposed to a way of teaching that is hands on and experiencial. My professors understood that riding the bus downtown with earplugs, to simulate being deaf, to purchase a candy bar offered more education with regards to adaptive recreation therapy.than the final exam with multiple choice answers.

Anyways, working with your hands is not a bad thing. I hope to get on "Dirty Jobs" someday.

DJB

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Wheelie?


I haven't had the time of late to do much updating. I think most of that had to do with not having much material to "blog" about. It's just day to day work that seems too mundane to write about. I realize many of you might like to know that I painted the inside of the trailer, or took out the garbage to the dumpster but who wants to read about that when there are great blogs out there to read.

That feeling has passed about 2 hours ago when I decided to build a wheel I promised someone I'd build up for him. Once I started building the wheel I realized how much I could say about the act of building a wheel. Mechanics like to wax poetically about this. But it is true, how it is such a learned skill that I bet not many of the younger mechanics in todays bike shops can do.

Is it a skill or an art. Probably both. Yeah, a machine can do the same thing on a mass production line but it's not the same thing. What makes a hand-built wheel so nice is the soul of the builder that goes into the final product. In it's basic form a wheel is composed of the rim, hub, and spokes. Assemble these together in the proper order and tension and its an amazingly strong structure capable of holding many times its weight. Rolling down the road, accelerating, braking, absorbing potholes...

I guess I became nostalgic while building this wheel because I haven't had to build one in quite awhile. Probably the last time I worked full-time in a bike shop was when I built a wheel. These days most wheels are pre-assembled and offered as complete integration of spokes, hub, and rim specific to the manufacturers design. Wheels these days are really cool. It's just that the mysteriousness of a mechanic sitting as his bench and twiddling with the spokes in some artful way is gone.

I can remember the first wheel I built. Following a step by step description from a book. I can almost remember many of the wheels I've built at the bike shops I've worked at. I bet many of those wheels are still rolling along as someone's training wheels right now. I remember nights sitting at home with a pile of spokes and nipples lacing up a new pair of race hoops for myself (Dura Ace hub, Mavic rims, Double butted spokes).

The art is in the hands. The feel you get from the nipple engaging the threads. Quarter turns here, eigth turns there. Check roundness, check side to side. Bring it all together like a painter with a few brush strokes. Right in front of you a pile of parts becomes this thing that has a piece of the builder's soul in it. It's a strong statement, but you aren't a proper mechanic until you can whip out a standard 32, 3-cross wheel. Show me a 16 year old working in a shop that can do that. Show me a 25 year old shop mechanic. Actually, show me a 16 year old that is actually wanting to get his hands dirty in a bike shop. Don't get me started.

Want to talk about tied and soldered wheels? I've got a sweet set of mountain bike wheels still rolling. They might be 10 years old. Another time perhaps.

(How's that Davidson?)

Cheers,
DJB

Thursday, May 14, 2009

I will update someday

Hey ya'll,

Of course I've been busy! I will update better at a later date but just had to post this video for now. Chris D. is always good to work with and we had a little fun with Silver City, New Mexico's yellow town bikes. Nice one Chris.

We had intentions of collecting a bunch of the yellow bikes and putting them on the Kelly Benefits car one night but that never happened.