(I wrote this five years ago, but for some reason I never published it. A couple of weeks ago our washing machine got a whole new motor. I think when the history of our washing machine is written people will need this information, so I'm publishing this post.)
I wrote about a new development in washing machines on my other blog. I tweeted about it and Berg favourited my tweet. They also linked to a blog post by Rachel Coldicutt Domestic Folklore, or washing machines for men which talked about Berg's work. As we're veering away from technology and towards the personal I'm putting my thoughts about Rachel's post on this blog.
First of all, an update on our washing machine itself, as you're probably concerned about its welfare given my update at the end of my previous post. It's OK. The problem was that the motor brushes had worn out. Because it's a fancy electronic machine the repair man was able to put it into diagnostic mode and get a code out which said that there was a problem with the motor. He replaced the brushes, charged me a lot of money, and we're back in business.
This post is dedicated to Steve, who unfortunately died a few years ago, but whom I think of sometimes when I put a wash on, because he told me about how he had to reboot his washing machine sometimes.
I wrote about a new development in washing machines on my other blog. I tweeted about it and Berg favourited my tweet. They also linked to a blog post by Rachel Coldicutt Domestic Folklore, or washing machines for men which talked about Berg's work. As we're veering away from technology and towards the personal I'm putting my thoughts about Rachel's post on this blog.
First of all, an update on our washing machine itself, as you're probably concerned about its welfare given my update at the end of my previous post. It's OK. The problem was that the motor brushes had worn out. Because it's a fancy electronic machine the repair man was able to put it into diagnostic mode and get a code out which said that there was a problem with the motor. He replaced the brushes, charged me a lot of money, and we're back in business.
This post is dedicated to Steve, who unfortunately died a few years ago, but whom I think of sometimes when I put a wash on, because he told me about how he had to reboot his washing machine sometimes.
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