Noisecombinator

A collection of cool companies, projects, and people that came out of Noisebridge or worked significantly at Noisebridge.

Companies, products, etc.

• Type A Machines

• Diaspora

• Pursuance

• Kiwi Campus

• Outershell Adventure

• Silicon Cali Lazer Bongs

• Shamanic Labs

• Collabs w/ Burning Man org

• Tor Project support

• Leave Me Alone Sweater

• Tears Of My Enemies fashion and luxury item

• Shamanic Labs art

• Funkoolery laser cut jewelry

• WebVR / WebAR / WebXR

• CodeHero / Unityversity

People

these no NOT need to be famous or notable poeple. Just add people here with genuine stories about what they got out of NB. if some people happen to be famous, neat.

Literature, Fiction, Culture, etc.

• Homeland by Cory Doctorow (partially set at Noisebridge)

• Autonomous by Annalee Newitz (partially written at Noisebrige)

• Watchdogs 2 by Ubisoft (partially inspire by Noisebridge)

I don't remember a time when I wasn't considered "large". I started to develop in 5th grade, smack dab in the middle of my gymnastics career. I didn't think anything of it because other girls had started wearing sports bras too. But then 6th grade hit. Over the summer B's popped onto my chest without me even realizing it and I was bigger than most girls in my class. I started getting harassed and hit on by almost every boy I came in contact with. It finally got to the point where my harasser got expelled for endangering other students. I still remember his clammy hand trying to grope my thigh during History. It only went downhill from there. Every year they would grow a cup size. 7th grade: 34C, 8th grade: 36D, 9th grade: 36DD, 10th grade: 32E, 11th grade it got to a 30F and by my senior year I was a 30G cup.

All of the condescending comments made my self-esteem plummet. Nobody bothered to get to know the real me because they assumed they already knew me. Just because I had large breasts. They thought I was a flirt. That I was already having sex even though I was a virgin. Strangers even asked my boyfriend at the time if I had fake breasts...in 9th grade...on our first date. People assumed I had no boundaries. All of the negative connotations people had towards my breasts made me view myself negatively.

As a result, my inherent perfectionism turned inward. I started telling myself I wasn't good enough in every aspect of my life. School? Not trying hard enough. Work? Lazy. Home life? Failure of a daughter. Chaos ensued around me. Friends attempting suicide, other friends getting raped after moving away. Uncles dying, grandparents passing, father losing his job...twice. Sister dropping out of college, mother getting diagnosed with an auto-immune disorder. So I controlled the only thing I thought I could, my weight. I suffered with EDNOS (eating disorder not otherwise specified) for 3ish years. My history as a gymnast and a ballerina didn't help. You can only look in a mirror for so long before finding a flaw.

I was spiraling out of control. All of these factors made me turn myself into a monster. And I blame my breasts a lot for instilling that self-deprecation in me, even though I'm fully aware I did that to myself. When I met my boyfriend (an ass-man) things started to change. He was struggling a lot like I was. And yes, it sounds cheesy, but we helped each other get through it. I knew I couldn't help him if I was being hypocritical. In the end my compassionate nature won out over my eating disorder (something I'm VERY proud of). It took some time and a lot of emotional cleansing to get to a good place but I found it. Unfortunately, my breasts were still painfully present.