Making adhere's to those very rules as well, Mr Johnson.
Making is in the blood of every human on the planet. although, many would argue it isn't. Your definition of "Making" may be different than mine, but I pose to you that they are all different facets of life. Jimmy DiResta Makes. Alex Gaskarth (And awesome friends) Rocks, Janty Yates makes incredible fabric creations, Ernest Cline makes Fantastic Worlds, if you Make Dinner, then you participate in this worldwide symphony of Making. you don't even have to make anything physical, my brother makes websites and writes code. My sister makes numbers happen, my mother makes radio happen. making isn't only wood, metal and clay. it's something far more intricate than that. I make (mostly) impractical gizmos and piles of old junk. Once in a while i make something that's actually useful, like a PC or a 3D Printer, or a weird wooden shelf for a box fan to blow on me at night. I've got big plans for the fairly near future. If you'd like to follow along, this is a great place to start.
the earth was made. I was nowhere to be found...
Let's get serious. One of my earliest memories of unconventional making ( for a...five? year old? I think that's right. I.E. Not wood blocks or Legos.* there's a whole page for my Lego stuff.) is at a birthday party I had. My parents got the BRILLIANT idea of calling everyone they knew and having them save their broken electronics for me then they went out and bought a couple of hot glue guns and cheap screwdrivers. When the party got rolling, the few friends and I ripped apart everything and made stuff out of them like big fiberglass and copper Legos. I remember turning an old desktop into a base for the Rebel Alliance. I took out the two CD drives and the Floppy disk unit and made that the hangar, then took, probably the video or audio card, and propping that up like a ramp against the drive cage. and that's how the land vehicles got out.
Admittedly, I hadn't carefully considered why the air vehicles left the base at a lower elevation than the ground based ones... but I didn't care. The whole thing got thrown out no more than a few weeks later, but I still remember having this massive, bulky, beige thing that I had made, and it was a part of the Star Wars universe. and that was one of the coolest, proudest moments of my life.
And it all took place in my dining room.
I grew up in suburbia, Chicago. and I've never really felt settled. at least not since middle school. I'm a guy who has to try things. If they don't allow it here, i fall into a slump of a battle between Heart and Brain. Knowing this thing is illegal, or against house rules, was always just crushing to me. I was raised with a solid set of morals, so this undying drive to build an auto-targeting kilowatt laser on the roof to torment the neighborhood animals still keeps me awake at night.
* I. Know. Calm down. The Plural of LEGO is LEGO. Old habits and a refusal to fix them. Chill out, the world has larger problems to solve. My minor misuse of this will die with me. Problem: Solved.
Also: building with Blocks and Legos Absolutely counts as making, but I wanted to tune into an even more unrestricted version of making for this example. I'd be a fool to say that some of the massive and intricate sets enthusiasts and Master Builders make don't qualify for the title of "making."