{"id":82354,"date":"2023-08-26T01:00:53","date_gmt":"2023-08-26T05:00:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/?p=82354"},"modified":"2023-12-12T19:38:52","modified_gmt":"2023-12-13T00:38:52","slug":"qotd-the-psychological-value-of-making","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/2023\/08\/26\/qotd-the-psychological-value-of-making\/","title":{"rendered":"QotD: The psychological value of “making”"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>The Domestic Revolution<\/em> is a fascinating tour of the ways relatively minor changes snowball, changing the way people interact with the material world and with one another, but it’s also a tremendous pleasure for its lucid, practical explanations of how these things actually work. Goodman is deeply familiar with her tools and materials in a way that’s quite unusual today. Of course anyone who really makes things will have this familiarity \u2014 ask a software engineer about programming languages or his favourite text editor \u2014 but in most walks of life actually making<\/em> things has become increasingly optional. Of the objects I interact with on a daily basis, the only ones I can really be said to have made<\/em> (my kids don’t count) are the things I cook<\/a> and the chairs I refinished and upholstered.1<\/sup> Beyond that there’s the garden I planted with seeds and perennials I bought at a nursery, the furniture I assembled out of pieces some nice Swedish man machined for me, and the various bits of plumbing I’ve swapped out, but none of that is really “making” so much as it is “assembling things other people have made”. It’s mostly the productive equivalent of last mile delivery \u2014 nothing to sneeze at, but a far cry from the sort of deep involvement with the material world that was common only a few centuries ago. <\/p>\n

This makes perfect sense, of course: I don’t have a deep and intimate knowledge of these things because I don’t need one. Still, though, it’s important to have a certain very basic familiarity with how the things around you work \u2014 enough, say, to know what to Google when something breaks and how to put the results into practice, or to turn fifteen feet of arching blackberry cane into an actual bush \u2014 because it gives you power over your world. The particular powers don’t really matter (it’s easy enough to pay someone else to fix your plumbing or grow your berries); the key is the patterns of thought they engender. There are, for example, apparently<\/a> some enormous number of people who don’t change the batteries in their beeping smoke detectors. I have no idea whether it’s drug-induced apathy, ignorance of how things work (in the same way that drilling a hole in your wall to hang something seems scary if you don’t know that your wall is a lie<\/del> just painted drywall in front of empty space between the studs), or simply a pathological lack of personal agency, but it’s hard to believe you can change anything<\/em> dissatisfactory about your life if you can’t change a 9V battery.<\/p>\n

Making and doing things, even when you don’t have to, is practice in believing that you can change your own world. It’s weightlifting for agency. You can outsource the making of your physical world, but social worlds \u2014 the arrangement of your family life, your personal relationships, the organizations and institutions you’re involved in \u2014 must be created by the participants themselves. A good society would be one where the default “builder-grade” scripts lead to human flourishing, but unfortunately that isn’t ours, so you have<\/em> to be able to decide on your own changes. Start practicing now: find one little thing about your physical environment that annoys you and fix it. Put the new toilet paper roll actually on the holder. Replace the burned-out lightbulb. Hang the artwork that’s listing drunkenly against the wall. Pull some weeds. And then, once you’ve warmed up a little bit, go and make something new. <\/p>\n

Jane Psmith, “REVIEW: The Domestic Revolution<\/em> by Ruth Goodman”, Mr. and Mrs. Psmith’s Bookshelf<\/em><\/a>, 2023-05-22.<\/p>\n

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    1. They’re oak dining chairs, probably (judging by the construction) about a hundred years old, and they looked a lot better on Facebook Marketplace than in real life. When I showed up to buy them, the sellers turned out to be an elderly couple moving to assisted living in <\/em>six hours<\/em>; they admired my baby and showed me pictures of their grandchildren and explained they had inherited the chairs from the wife’s mother, who in turn had gotten them from her<\/em> friend’s mother, and by this point I couldn’t really say “yeah I can tell” and leave, so home they came. When I took apart the seats to recover them I discovered the original horsehair padding and some extremely questionable techniques applied over the years, but anyway now my chairs have eight-way hand-tied springs and I have some new calluses.<\/p>\n<\/ul>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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