🚀 Marco Cross
Engineering (and design and teaching) for pleasure and profit
I build things, compulsively. My oldest tool is a handsaw from the 1950s. The first firmware I ever wrote was an Arduino-powered light that changed colors based on the state of a database.
Long before I ever considered myself an engineer, I was a professional industrial designer. Long before that, I was an artist. Those parts of me still live on today and they inform how I engineer and how I teach:
Generally, I like to think about how people interact with and mediate the tangible technology of the world around them.
When I was a professional designer, my practice centered on making money to buy food and pay rent, but the clients I felt great about growing with were those that sought to build capacity through human-centered technology.
Long before I ever considered myself an engineer, I was a professional industrial designer. Long before that, I was an artist. Those parts of me still live on today and they inform how I engineer and how I teach:
- You are not your work, and that is wonderful.
- Effective ideas address burning curiosities.
- The winding path is worth following; enjoy the journey.
- Documentation is proof of life.
- Well-designed things are beautiful and people choose beautiful things.
Generally, I like to think about how people interact with and mediate the tangible technology of the world around them.
When I was a professional designer, my practice centered on making money to buy food and pay rent, but the clients I felt great about growing with were those that sought to build capacity through human-centered technology.
A RECIPE FOR LIFE
Hellbent on infinite intuition. Savor the systemic cold shock of the serene winter shoreline. Dream of spaceship moonshot engineering with an atypical-for-the-archetype love of self and self-preservation. Search for alchemical wizardry for the atom-age; turn sand into gold into robot arms and flying machines. Build the objects that make humans more human. Build systems that make societies more sociable. Do it cheaply, and often. Share. Make hay in the emissions of a far-distant nuclear fusion. Dance, in the laser light and bouncing pressure differential, for the entire revolution. Quietly insist on sharper, more clear, and more alive.
