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Mint tin mixer

Mint tin mixer

Instructables user richfiddler11 writes: My car stereo has only one ‘Aux’ input, but I have several gadgets that I like to hear on a trip without swapping cables: MP3 Player, talking GPS, Blackberry, XM player, Kindle, etc. I couldn’t find a commercial solution, so I came up with this little passive audio mixer that takes […]

In the Makers Market:  Dead drop spike

In the Makers Market: Dead drop spike

For those of you who aren’t up on your tradecraft, a “dead drop” is a place where spies or other clandestine-y folks drop off items for later retrieval by other agents. A “dead drop spike” is a particularly ingenious little container devised for the purpose. Basically, it’s a hollow metal spike, with a threaded watertight closure at the top. You put your top-secret microfilm or whatever inside the spike, take it to your dead drop, and stomp it into the ground with your foot. Then you cover it up with a rock or a piece of trash or whatever. The lid has a pull-loop built into it, so that when your contact comes by later to clear the drop, he or she can grab the spike by the loop and yank it up out of the ground again.

When I first learned about dead drop spikes years ago, I had a bit of a nerdgasm and decided I had to have one. I scoured the tubes, but alas, no one was selling them. Imagine my delight when, a couple years later, I discovered that Brian Dereu of Hollow Spy Coins had added a custom-machined dead drop spike to his inventory. I ordered one immediately, and could not be more pleased with its quality. That was at least a year ago, and as far as I can tell, if you’re in the market for a dead drop spike, Hollow Spy Coins is still the only place you can get one online.

Map-inspired paintings

Map-inspired paintings

With GPS units shining from dashboards and Google Maps just a click away, maps have never been more of a part of our culture than they are now. Joshua Huyser’s cartographical explorations embrace such concepts as travel, movement, paths, and directions. Here’s what Huyser’s cryptic artist’s statement has to say: My senses are to blame. […]