Searching For Creative and Scientific Collaborators

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Searching For Creative and Scientific Collaborators

We here at Metævol Technology, LLC are on the hunt for collaborators from every creative and scientific field, in order to build a virtual and physical network of makers and thinkers. The goal is to explore and build hollarchical spaces to share ideas, to develop projects and models, and to R+D as well as R+R together in varying degrees, at differential degrees of Latitude, Longitude, and Verisimilitude.

This has been an ongoing goal for the past 12 years, during a loose process of learning and networking. I believe it is time to begin an earnest growth of this concept of collaboration, and what better time, than on the day of the most significant North American total solar eclipse in 99 years, as the summer draws to an end, and the vernal equinox draws neigh? This is a time of celebration and reflection, recognized through the millennia as the season of death and rebirth, of harvest and preparation.

Any interested parties should contact us through the contact link on metaevol.com

More info to follow...

-Jonathan Isbell

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Massive Private Client Design Project

For the past several months, I have been designing a complete Identity package for a private client. This includes Logos, Website, Video Reel packages, and backend support. We are about to go live with it, and as soon as I get the go ahead, I will publish an overview here.

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My First Interview-By A High School Senior.

 

A high school senior just hit me up via my form submission page on metaevol.com

This amounts to my first official interview, and I was happy to oblige. I have deleted his/her name for said person's privacy, but otherwise have copied the interview in its entirety, sans editing.  

My favorite advice answer: Don't be a prick.  

For your enjoyment: 

 

Subject: Hi,My name is --------------,Im a Senior at -------- High I was just wondering if i can get these questions answered for my senior paper

 

Message: 1. Would you please spell your name for me?
My name is Jonathan Isbell

2. What is your career, and how would you describe your daily duties and responsibilities?

I am an Architectural Designer/Builder and Artist. My daily duties range from 3D and 2D design to metal fabrication to carpentry to running a business and networking to learning everything I can about everything. My interests and inspirations include Philosophy, Physics, Cosmology, Metallurgy, Graphic Design, Photography, Architectural and Geopolitical History, Theory and Practice, Robotics, and Emerging Technology.

3. How long have you worked in this job field, and what work experience did you have before? 

In many ways, my entire life's experience informs my work, career, and aspirations. I have worked in many fields. Look at my CV on my website. metaevol.com/cv

4. How or why did you choose this as your career?

My family history inspired me to be a builder. I come from a long line of Civil Engineers. Isbell Construction Company built many highways and roads in the western United States, as well as many mining operations. Although it is unfortunately damaging to the environment, my great grandfather was instrumental in the invention of strip mining. I have a natural gift for understanding how things fit together, and how raw materials can be shaped to create the built environment.

5. What training have you had to prepare you for your career? Where/how did you receive it?

Look at my CV.

6. What advice might you give to someone wanting to enter this career field?

Study everything that interests you, no matter how relevant it seems. Follow your dreams. Don't be a prick. Don't let anyone dissuade you from achieving your goals.

7. If you were to start all over, would you choose this career again? Why/why not?

Yes, but I would add more education.

8. What are the strong points that you love about your career? The drawbacks?

I get to choose my own destiny. Drawbacks? More like challenges: it can sometimes be very difficult to forge your own path in life. You will find people that will fight you just because you are making your own way. That scares some people.

9. Can you speak a little about salary expectations for newly hired _____? Experienced workers?

Salary depends upon your skills, location, your ability and willingness to negotiate your wages, and your ability to think fast and act faster, to get the job done right the first time.

 

Thanks for reaching out to me, --------, good luck on your paper!

Sincerely,
Jonathan Isbell
METÆVOL TECHNOLOGY, LLC

 

(Sent via metævol)

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Frankenstein's Mutant Vehicle Trailer Surgery Dept.

Shortening axles.  

Shortening axles.  

Got a Call from my buddy Eddy Bullock a few days ago. Said he wanted me to look at a trailer. When I got to his shop, I met my next patient, a 30' trailer Frankensteined together from too-thin wall rectangular tube on top of what once was, to my eyes, a 10 foot 3K# shade tree trailer. With visible cracks, and salt-rot, this thing was barely holding itself together.  

 

My my job is to turn this piece of shit into a 30' long haul beast that carries to art cars 2200 miles from Detroit to Black Rock City. In 4 days. That includes shortening two donor axles, sistering in four new beams, welding in 28 6" right truant gussets, cutting and dropping the ass 8" at an angle to make a beaver tail, and give my stamp of approval. No small task, but nothing too outrageous. (Knocks on wood).  

Top: My Axle alignment jig. Bottom: First axle shortened, welded, and sleeved for Xtra Xtreme Strength. 

Top: My Axle alignment jig. Bottom: First axle shortened, welded, and sleeved for Xtra Xtreme Strength. 

Free hand (di3ital) plasma cut gussets, slag removed, before chamfering. All nearly perfect 90s. #ifItLooksStraightItIsStraight #eyecrometer #oculometer #badassOGyaSee

Free hand (di3ital) plasma cut gussets, slag removed, before chamfering. All nearly perfect 90s. #ifItLooksStraightItIsStraight #eyecrometer #oculometer #badassOGyaSee

Fuckin up dis bii KoolAid 

Fuckin up dis bii KoolAid 

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Reno Builders' Club

I've been in Reno for a couple weeks. Wrapping up loose ends and planning on another life change. Haven't spent more than a couple days here in nigh on 15 years. At least a dozen. Had the good fortune to meet several fabricators and artists that are making moves here, one of which I went to highschool with, and had the pleasure of learning my first efforts in glassblowing with. One of those high school comrades you didn't know, but 18 years later you meet and vaguely recognize. This town I grew up in, wasn't born in, but it's always been home. Had to leave to cut my teeth, but the older I get, the more I miss it's majestic raw outlaw freedom, the mountains, and the lake that shall remain nameless, lest her flower be withered. I love everyone I've met on this journey, and on the eve of yet another new lifetime, with many more to come (knock on wood), I have fallen in love with this place with fresh, albeit slightly older and weathered eyes.

 

In the interest of making it topical, here is an image of molten glass, spinning in a "glory hole" (true trade name) as a stand-in for the fluidity and craft and volatility of life. (Mic Drop)...

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The Freak Beacon Ep 1

It's been a week since we erected the base of the Activitree, a tower and a Buckyball treehouse. The 75' tower needs to be topped off with an antenna to make it 99', just one foot shorter than the Watts Towers, out of respect for Sabato Rodia and his life's work. 

The past week has been one of recuperating and healing for me. The final push to finish the fabrication of the Buckyball really put the hurt on. I pushed my self far past any previous limits of physical and mental exhaustion I had crossed. My entire body was swollen, back frozen, wrists immobile, even my hands were swollen to the point of prohibiting closing my hands and precluding any fine motor skills. 

Now I'm feeling back to 95%, back in the hustle, looking for the next big thing. 

Group Erection selfie.  

Group Erection selfie.  

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The Grumbling of Lady Liberty, Hungry and Cold, as She Awakes in Her Cell.

Everyone is pissed, and everyone is misinformed. We are, each of us, angry or indifferent, in turn. And for good reason, though none can agree as to why or how. We are all experiencing an awakening of our own self importance and, ironically, mutual disregard for universal self-importance. And as such, we are totally fucked. Existentially and ontologically fucked.  Nobody cares. That's is to say, nobody fucking cares. We are self organizing into factions. And everyone is wrong. How can we possibly come to a universal understanding of infinite contextual realities? Yes, There are fucking idiots in this world. And America is not the only harbinger of idiocy. People follow all kinds of inconceivable motivations. I don't have to enumerate my prejudices to conjure, in your mind, lurid intimations of lunacy. But therein lies the insidious dilemma. If I look at a person who is so fanatical and mindless as to be ideologically stunted by something as insignificant and arbitrary as the reflection of electromagnetic radiation, said wavelength being distorted by melanin  in another person's epidermal camouflage (in lay terms, skin color), and, in so seeing, I think they are misguided, what recourse do I have? To put it simply, if my opponent is a racist or a murderer or an anathema, and even if "everyone else agrees" that they are poison, what recourse do we have? The very person who is xenophobic must necessarily inspire a certain phobia in the "enlightened" population, and we find ourselves strain in the mirror of irradiating a virus, not too dissimilar from the viewpoint of our little fascist subject. I will simplify again. If I see a wrong, if I see an entire subset of society committing an irrefutable wrong, and I want to quell them, how am I any different from them? I do not speak from a position of clarity or purity or selflessness, only from the obvious. And therein lies the dilemma. When is hatred justified? This is a hard question forms because I hate fascism. I hate that fascism is encroaching in this country, and I have said so for years, much to the chagrin of many friends and family members. But does this mean that I hate fascists? Does the fact that I hate hate mean that I should hate haters? (Not the banal social-media definition of "haters" btw I hate that language is losing all value and meaning)


I'm still going to fumble on, in love and life, as are all of us. And we love and live and die and it is beautiful and necessary and inevitable. The understated point being that the very stirrings in every American at this moment are the self same things that led to madness in every empire that came before. The writing is on the wall. These are the emotions and divisions that led to civil war, to epochal changes in recorded history, countless times, and countless times before history gained even the pathetic minuscule amount of memory that it affords us today. We all know it. We all express it in different ways. But it's there. And it's right under the surface. It might explode. It might not. I am not offering any parallel to any other time, nor any prophesy. Only pointing out what is painfully obvious to all of us. Whether it's the people closest to me, or those in different cities and ethnicities, from different persuasions and beliefs. For fuck sake, even Trump supporters feel it. That much is obvious. (I admit to being conspicuously ignorant of any intimate contact with Trumpy's Trumpeters). And all of that is irrelevant. Gay, straight, black, yellow, red, rainbow, white, flight or fight, I think I can risk the arrogance to speak for nearly every American, that we all feel a looming tension. A rubber and that strains for release. And make no mistake, I don't for a second delude myself to this being a distinctly American problem. For the simple fact that an American election is never purely an American problem, for starters, and, unless you are in a coma since 1886, you know that every square inch of the planet, and ever species that relies upon it, is in varying degrees of crisis. Something is seriously fucked up. We will never agree on what the cause is, let alone the symptoms. And there is no stopping it. It's too easy to look back and paint by numbers. I do lament the loss of simpler times, which I cannot fully grasp. But that is as useless now as waiting for the rain to fall skyward. So...should I brace myself? Or simply embrace it?

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Old Website Greeting

live from DTLA...the quadrant of angles...as seen on TV hello? this is an experiment in change. or more specifically an experiment of the affect of limitless memory (external memory). we have evolved beyond the need to track our way home to our mate. we have evolved beyond to need to tame a beast for transport, work, or food. we have even evolved beyond the instincts of survival and reproduction. and we have evolved beyond the need to remember. technology has forever changed our understanding of the world, and our place in it. thats where interweb comes in. it is really quite frustrating to discover with increasing consistency, how the triumphs and follies of human kind are hard fought, and kept close. in 2001: Space Odyssey, the apes stopped being apes when they started remembering, and started using tools. every society and every civilization has grappled with the lesson of life and death. humans have been on this planet as biological regeneration, a cycle of life and death, iterations on a tiny planet in a minor galaxy. one of millions...oh, caught you sleeping? actually nasa estimates as many as 500 billion galaxies in this universe. my point being that we are not as invincible as we think we are. we are not as righteous as we think we are. we are just humans, "each of us, every one." so lets get over the mythologies borrowed from someone else's ancestors, and figure out what it means to be human! ...jonathan..m.isbell

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R/C Flying Shipping Container

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R/C Flying Shipping Container

Testing and Live Performance. We built this for a VICE Magazine/Absolut event at the Red Hook Container Terminal in Brooklyn. Its a shipping container flown onto a gantry beam by remote controlled chain hoists, while the doors are remotely open via RC remote and linear actuators.

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requisite distraction

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requisite distraction

requisite distraction

underneath the atrium
she empties her box
contents strewn in the corridor
hiding behind a column
as my ghost wanders
rooms devoid
the collateral damages
of invisible demons
long since left
rotting structures
unaware of their inheritance
a lone rubber boot
the only proof of life
lines echoing stairwells
labyrinthine
my voice calls to me
across the twisting heights
escapes me
yet one last demon comes to her
taunting. a reminder of her own
knife placed deftly in
her back
where it still resides

when i awake this dream
the demon king
has already transported us to
our cell
dungeon door unlocked
no escape

nude descending staircase
comes full round
to meet her naked
face in mirror

the past lies beyond
ridden that backwords
world, with causalities
of lust

2010.12.18:1651
jmi
metaevol

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red earth modulated, baked on stacked
surrounds.
the ground
swell.
from the dust came I.
from dust to dust i stand
brought and wrought by human hand.
undulating tectonics
swirling folding
eating itself
then tectonic wall.
spanned and capped with tar.

the planar terrestry
was never enough.
we wanted the stars.
a tower we built.
elevate the temporal corporality
if not the atemporal conscious.
from coop corp.
communal freedom dies
killed by collective unconscious.
the currency of the free world:
freedom
is not what we have bought but with which we buy.
and when our capital is spent,
what then?
why, we must buy it back of course.
they say nothing comes without a cost.
i say nothing comes at a cost, which is what we get
at market value.

when love is lost and never found
when love was never known
homogeneity cloistered and common
individuality becomes
le modular. unique in it's separateness,
the illusion of the familiar. all lines bleed into one.
there is no weight, no density, no differentiation
only differential settlement, I am.
i will settle no more. climb out of this hole
I will. a hole surround. a fortress of internality.
not to withstand from without. the deep dark well
is not deep
not dark enough. a hole in the sky, anchored to the earth.
its not up but out, not down but in. sucked into the bounds
of topography, we wash ashore, ebb and flow with wax and wane.

i remember situations in which i had no consciousness. a prisoner in time and space. i don't want to talk to the imbeciles. they are blind. they see only forms, shadows projected upon the back wall of the eye. their hearts reverberate without resounding. the echo is lost, she calls on blind ears. deaf eyes. they know no moments, endless cascades of time wash over them like sea foam beating them senseless against a senseless floor. even the rock responds to water, and the tree it bends for air. invisible things before our face. we are amiss.

we spin to face the sun. the air becomes visible in twilight. when minds of men are sleeping. they forget the transposition and call upon star to rise and fall, they are spectators in a tiny arena. a new day dawns without shedding light on the world. darkness surrounds us, penetrates us. I feel it, but our eyes have become accustomed to it, and yet we feel the surface like in the womb, never born, tied to tradition, inertia moves us forward.

i am placeless, nameless, until you name me, you call me arbitrarily, and i do not respond, for you do not know me. where you should see only your reflection, it is in fact your image which stares right through you, for you are hollow, inert, a ghost without memory or place. nothing moves itself, and yet you move...what moves you? only gravity, which pulls you ever closer to death. you can never hope for a finish, and yet you have never hoped. you forget an ending is eminent, yet your have never begun. if you are lucky, you won't see it until it is too late. but most likely you will never see it at all. so build your walls, that you might occupy them, place your coffin in waiting, and dwell. 

my life haunts my dreams
which become ever the more real to me.
reality
simulation
which is the more real?

brown stone black stone
living skin covers bleach-ed bone.

i redress myself
let sleepless days pass silently
till construction reveals itself in form.
the waking mind in unconsciousness.
wordless to the world. i am sleeper.

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