Alright, let’s talk about this Adam Kirby thing. It popped up a while back, someone mentioned the name, and honestly, it didn’t ring any bells for me. Not a clue. But you know how it is, sometimes a name just sticks in your head.
So, I figured, why not look it up? Had some downtime, grabbed my tablet, and just punched ‘Adam Kirby’ into the search bar. Pretty standard stuff. Got the usual mix of things – profiles, maybe some articles, pictures. I clicked around for a bit, maybe ten, fifteen minutes. Nothing really grabbed me, you know? Just felt like noise.
Then things went sideways, like they usually do when I start digging online. I saw something, totally unrelated, reminded me of this old project I abandoned years ago. It was this little wooden box I was trying to build, remember those intricate japanese puzzle boxes? Yeah, way over my head back then. But seeing something similar just sparked that memory.
I ditched the whole Adam Kirby search right there. Didn’t even close the tabs, just opened new ones. Started searching for wood joining techniques instead. Dowels, dovetails, finger joints – the whole lot. Watched a couple of videos, read some old forum posts. It’s funny how you forget things.
Ended up spending the rest of the afternoon sketching out simple box designs on scrap paper. Found my old woodworking tools in the garage, covered in dust. Had to spend some time cleaning them up. Felt good, working with my hands again.
Where I landed
So, did I figure out who Adam Kirby is? Nope. Not really. Might have been an actor, a writer, some guy down the street, who knows. Doesn’t really matter now.
What I did do was rediscover something I used to enjoy. I actually went out the next day, bought some cheap pine boards. Started working on a simple little box. Nothing fancy, just practicing cuts, getting the feel back. It’s still sitting on my workbench, half-finished. But I started it.
That’s the journey sometimes, right? You start looking for one thing, and you end up finding something completely different, maybe something you needed more. That was my Adam Kirby experience. Didn’t find the person, but found a bit of myself I’d left behind. And that’s practical enough for me.
