Two-stage Cryptex: CAD Design

It is a truth universally acknowledged that raccoons like puzzles. Raccoons like, in fact, touching all things:

raccoon (n.) 

also racoon, c. 1600, arocoun, from Algonquian (Powhatan) arahkun, from arahkunem "he scratches with the hands." Early forms included Capt. John Smith's raugroughcum. In Norwegian, vaskebjørn, literally "wash-bear."

Disgusting.

Whether I like it or not, I have long suffered (like, for two whole years) an excess of raccoons and abundant inevitable raccooning from my boyfriend, who is absolutely three raccoons in a trenchcoat. And we both love puzzles. One of our first dates was an escape room, which, while having the possibility of turning out horribly, we absolutely destroyed. He introduced me to Myst via Steam gift while I was bedridden after surgery, and I in turn introduced him to the style of puzzle hunts, e.g. MIT Mystery Hunt. For my birthday/christmas last year, he gave me an ingenious Japanese puzzle box, inside which he had hidden a puzzle hunt that he himself wrote. Thus, I was inspired to create my own physical fiddly puzzle box, complete with puzzles and a small gift inside, to satisfy both raccooning and puzzling tendencies. But a single puzzle to fiddle with was too easy, and so I began to investigate a double-stage puzzle box, resulting in the design of this two-stage cryptex.

SolidWorks model 

Burning Man Jacket

I've wanted to go to Burning Man for many years. Unfortunately, living on a student budget on the east coast made this mostly impossible. But after I moved to Berkeley for grad school, the community and opportunities were hard to escape. I applied for a Low Income ticket in April, after a longtime burner friend of mine convinced me to go, and, to my immense surprise and gratitude, was granted one. In July, this friend got in contact with the people who built Dr. Brainlove, and suddenly, I was on board as one of the core crew to build an art car (post on that forthcoming). 

Two weeks in the desert loomed up in a month and a half, when I'd never been to a festival before or even gone camping for more than a weekend. And in the desert there are no coat checks; my usual strategy of multiple layers for warmth under a leather jacket against wind would probably be suboptimal for long nights that wavered between biking and dancing and sitting out in the open. I looked online for a while and hit up thrift stores, but didn't find a jacket that really met my needs and aesthetics. So I dusted off the Singer sewing machine my father gave me and made a custom jacket. 

Finished product first. Appropriately cyberpunk (shaved half hawk? check. Weird shapes? check. Military inspired lines? check. 120 degree angles? check. Asymmetry? check. Low life? uh, do the PJs and dirty bathroom count?)