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Hackerspaces, a how-to create one

Hackerspaces always have a fantastic vibe, a palpable buzz that you get from gathering a lot of smart, passionate, creative people inside each others' spheres of attention and set them to work, a cross-pollinated vigor. Hackerspaces tend to be loosely organized, governed by consensus, and infused with an almost utopian spirit of cooperation and sharing.

Sounds like everyplace should be a hackerspace. I am going to start turning the space around me into a hackerspace, starting with the first three feet.

A howto at Make, Technology on your Time. You need 2+2 people. Two idea people for scheming and and two implementation people to get real work done. Don't start until you have 4 and then once you've got it going, expand to 10 to start off.

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