What... not "tubular, Dude"? But yes, that was the idea. By chance, "tubular" sort'a translated into a decent Norwegian pun also.
All right, I have translated the article. Since I wrote it originally in Norwegian, for a Norwegian audience, and as entertainment rather than scientific document, there may be minor inaccuracies. Also, the translation was done a bit on the quick side.
I must make clear that Le Chat Noir wrote much of this himself, here on ePlaya, and I merely adapted it.
The second half of the story is scheduled to come out next month.
Here we go:
("California Fax" is the name of my regular monthly column -- my two page playground.)
The Contraption
by Elliot Naess
[Published in AMCAR Magazine, Norway, issue 9/2008.]
Contraption = (several Norwegian approximations)
There is a movement afoot in America. Men in thick aprons of brown leather, with black burn marks. Welding goggles of brass with small round lenses. Men whose right hand is more comfortable with hammer and anvil than with a computer mouse. Men with scorched eyebrows. And they have a knowing grin on their face that tell all other men that they are missing out on something important, no matter how many Corvettes they may have in their garage. Contraptionists. Or Contraptioneers. Makers -- Those Who Make Things.
Matthew Maynard grew up with agriculture and practical mechanical things in the Kentucky countryside, before he became a tool and die maker in a large East Coast city. Soon he mastered computerized machine work as well. But the big city hustle wasn’t Matt’s natural pace, and he always had this gnawing inside him of his artistic talent wanting out. So in the year 2000 he returned to Kentucky and took over an old farm. That’s when the fun began, for on that farm -- which harbored several buildings of varying age and condition, including the former general store in the village of Fox Creek -- sat countless dilapidated agricultural machines, slowly but surely sinking into the ground. Matt liked to stroll around and study these, and today he swears that he could hear them talk to him. “Save me! Let me move around again!â€