Key Piece of My Heart: Machine Yearning June 2026
It’s twenty minutes before door open when Vince, the show curator, looks me in the eye and says, “Crunch time.” On the table, the chandelier is gutted, I am applying solder and electrical tape to wrap the half dozen wires into one coherent chunk of copper, to run into the laptop adapter that I’ve hacked as to operate as the power supply. I nod, I don’t want to retort that I have been in crunch time for the last three days, in preparation for my piece, “Key Piece of My Heart” for the annual NYC Resistor Interactive Show. Often people inquire about membership, sometimes as a mere curiosity or otherwise stemming from a sincere desire to join our community. Selection is not a rigid process. In part, we offer nearly all the resources that we have to the public, so often, there isn’t much upside to the fees, responsibilities, and commitment that accompany membership. But most importantly, to us, Resistor is home. We tightly maintain our community. We often use a metaphor that membership is akin to giving that person a key to our apartment, and that functionally becomes true when, as