Ad Hawk Curiosities

So, it must be pretty obvious by now that nothing is shaking, but for the leaves on the trees, and this is because I am tired.

I don't think that I am ever actually going to get around to selling anything here-- mostly on account of the fact that most of the things I want to make already exist, in forms superior to those that I could produce.

It's a bit dizzying, really-- and it marks a major transition in my life.

If I were to try to define what youth was for me, I would call it a time of invention, spurred on by dissatisfaction. Nobody made anything anywhere as sophisticated as I needed it to be (in my own field, of course), so I spent every bit of my energy getting to the nexus of creation-- as far as toys are concerned.

And it was a dusty plateau, governed mainly by how much each pass down the assembly line would cost the project.

It is still the same up there, I am sure-- but some things that used to be costly are now cheap, and other things have become forgotten.

It's weird.

I didn't start making real art until I achieved genuine irrelevance.