Day 0 — UART not working
Damn it. Another blinking screen. I’m trying to connect to a Serial Port (USB protocol) on the phone I’m building. And every time I try to connect to the chip that handles my calls and text, nothing. It’s like a void of sadness.
The chip’s blinking the right colors, I’ve triple checked the connections and I could have googled my way out of hell. But this damn chip wouldn’t respond.
I step back to breathe. It’s my tenuous relationship with tech. I admire my handiwork. The phone, if you can call it that, looks like a mangled bunch of spiderweb connections.
“I’ll figure it out”, I tell myself. “It just takes time.”
I want to get into the habit of writing. Why? Sometime I feel directionless in life. It’s not that I inherently don’t have ideas or lack an actual direction. Rather, given what I have, I’m unable to see how to get to where I want to go. Nothing ever seems to work. Everything takes too much time. I’ve got no patience.
From a certain point of view that’s the human condition. Struggle and the pursuit of explaining the unknown gives fuilfillment.
Sometimes I give in. For a period of time I was addicted to my phone. It was easier to get my dopamine hits from scrolling through feeds than it was from building things, working on my dreams.
But I’m changing that.I’m doing things my way. I’m building a phone. And I’m writing about it.
