David Gerrold, the sci-fi author, famously said that when you get right down to it there are only three occupations in the world: Producer, Servicer, and Salesman. (He contemplated Godhood as a fourth but decided that fell under Services.)
Maker Faire is for the Producers. The people who turn old typewriter keys into cufflinks. The ones who use old bookcovers to produce spiral-bound notebooks. The ones who make huge plush porkchops and felt bomb pops. The ones with giant mechanical snail cars that breathe fire and Victorian mansions on wheels and four kinds of hand-roasted coffee and a hand-wired 8-bit CPU of their own design and silver earrings shaped like theobromine molecules and 1/144 scale battleships that blast the bejaysus out of each other and PVC marshmallow blowguns and a 10,000-year clock and brass-rimmed leather goggles and the Bellagio fountains executed in Diet Coke and Mentos and…
…well, I would say “you get the picture” but it’s really hard to explain unless you’re there. It’s like music festivals, I guess – all these artists you’ve never heard of, working in a thousand different genres, things you just have to see to believe.
If you don’t think I’m going to be there from the minute the gates open every day of next year’s edition, you’re crazy.
We are definitely going next year and definitely will be there as the gates open. Heck, I might need to do some sewing so we can wear some pseudo steam-punk attire. Or at the very least, neo-Victorian. Ish. You’d look very hot in Victorian attire. I’m just sayin’.