|Project by balidoug||posted 01-07-2013 12:54 PM||1936 views||13 times favorited||13 comments|
My favorite posts are always those with moving parts; that, and with a purpose which is tenuous at best; or better still with no purpose at all. Candy machines, particularly in this day ruled by the health police, fall into both categories. I have “favorited” a couple, and remarked on a few more, and thoroughly enjoyed every one I’ve come across. It was just a matter of time before I tried my own hand at one.
One thing I noted of the machines I came across was that none offered a choice in candy. Not that there aren’t such machines out there, just that I hadn’t come across any. So as I sketched ideas, I decided I would make the “first” multi-source candy machine I’d ever seen on LJs.
That resolve produced a problem in that my education in design comes chiefly from old Rube Goldberg illustrations. Thus, my early sketches revealed a “solution” well beyond my capabilities, and in some cases the laws of Newtonian Dynamics. Hand weaving is still practiced throughout Indonesia, and it may be because of this that I settled on a shuttle device. Simple enough for a novice like me to construct, but with a clakity-moving part I find satisfying. It’s also possible that hand weaving had nothing to do with it, but who knows.
As soon as I settled on my design for a “first”, Vipond66 released his model – offering a selection of sweets. Gene’s work is always elegant, and the subject met well with his wonderful sense of whimsy, but I was enough chagrined to send him a pm reference to Tom Lehrer’s “Lobachevsky ”.
The piece is a Christmas gift for my son, now far away in the US attending school. It is receiving good use, in spite of the “leaks”, and I suspect it will continue to do so until the supply of M&Ms it came with runs out. Probably yesterday.
Peanut M&Ms make a very satisfying “plunking” noise when they hit the pachinko dowels.
Made from beberapa jenis kayu
Photography by someone else. Or at least it should have been.
-- From such crooked wood as that which man is made of, nothing straight can be fashioned. Immanuel Kant