I ran a carpool up to the Colorado Convention Center down in Denver today.
The whole day went great. A smooth gig constructing a 20’x20′ trade show booth.
It went so well that I was off the clock some time before my two passengers.
In that time and in the city my taxi traits took over. I decided to drive the truck to the stagehand door to save some them some steps and some time for the drive back south.
Well, it turned the opposite. Only one came out the stage hand door, the other went missing. After a bit of a watch and wait we doubled back to the original parking lot. One on foot and one driving.
It was only two blocks but it was bumper to bumper gridlock. When I managed to cross all lanes for the next left turn in that short span, I knew my cab skills were kicking in.
Anyway, we got to the lot but he was not there. After the final search we started making calls trying to track him down.
It turned out that he took a creative exit from the DCC and missed the truck. When he didn’t see it at the parking lot, he had caught the first ride out of town.
I don’t know who ditched whom. All I know is that I lost a bit of time but gained something back in the tactical taxi trials.
Vince Gill and Amy Grant opened the ’08 Senior Open golf tournament last night, the most big hearted couple I have ever seen on stage.
They were performing in support of Challenge Aspen, an education and recreation facility designed to give people with disabilities a chance to take their lives up a notch, year round.
As light hearted as they were big hearted, Vince was full of stories and one liners.
Kim, their backup singer, had a talent for impersonating Cher. She sang an example and then Amy remarked on how Cher was an early influence. Vince quipped with something to the effect of “yeah, and now we’re Sonny and Cher”. He got a great laugh out of the crowd and a quirk “not quite, honey” look from Amy.
Rock on Vince and Amy, Sonny and Cher aint got nothin on y’all.
I’ve been offline all this time in preparation and travel on a North Dakota trip.
As luck would have it during the trip I missed a meeting with Neil Armstrong.
No regrets though, I reconnected with people of similar mettle.
I saw this parallel definition on a road box when I did the Blast production at the Air Force Academy last week.
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Thanks Flying Moose of Nargothrond for something I’ve been trying to explain for years.
Early April involved working at the International Space Symposium. The Space Symposium is an annual event where space industry and organizations promote their technological products and conceptual visions for humanity’s future in space.
Work involves constructing trade show booths (small square or rectangular plots arranged within a large building) that feature models and prototypes designed to wow the public and maybe hook onto a lucrative government contract. By the end of construction the building is full of satellites, rocket models, rocket engines and space systems parts. Corporate crown jewels nestled in and about a lush futuristic display where plasma televisions roll orbital system operations footage over and over.
I was assigned to build a booth display with a client known for their numerous successes in launching sophisticated communication and surveillance satellites. Their set involved eight aluminum pillars supporting a massive wire mesh dish antennae inverted above the booth like a big umbrella with spider legs. Clever lighting and polished hardwood accents made it look like a steam punk star ship captain’s stateroom.
On each of the legs was a plasma display with a small transparent cube just below it. The cube would contain a system device and the plasma monitor would show a video animation describing its function in whatever satellite it was designed for.
During the construction phase we apply large amounts of adherent plastic to the aisle ways to protect the building’s carpeted floor from the forklifts and their tons of cargo. In the dry mountain air of Colorado it’s not unusual to generate a good bit of static electricity when you pull up that plastic after it has been mashed into carpet.
Four stage hands were pulling aisle plastic along the side of this display, they were moving quickly and pulling a 7ft wide mass of plastic. This generated enough of a charge that a bolt snapped into one of the pillars. This pillar happened to hold in its cube a special alloy device designed to amplify electrical frequencies emitting from the cosmos. At least that’s the official description.
The device instantly buzzed and flashed with a brilliant bluish white aura that expanded to the plasma display which reflected the webbed mass of bolts to all seven remaining plasma displays and up into the wire mesh antennae making the whole booth a Tesla cage.
I was standing stunned inside this cage during the whole event. The world outside looked like a three dimensional television where the channels were being switched at a breakneck speed. Colors turned to opposites, soft sounds became loud, people appeared to move very quickly, then slow, even reverse. The an immense cracking sound and I blacked out, that is the last thing I remember.
All I remember after that is going to lunch and coming back and working on another booth. There was no trace of the “spider” booth and everyone I mentioned it to would seem to try to match the description up with some other booth. Like it never existed.
These last few weeks I have experienced a personal residual electrical phenomena. It seems to have damaged my computer.
After some therapy including bathing in natural radioactive water and some bio degaussing procedures, life is turning to normal again. I have repaired my computer to a minimum functionality and will be posting more often.
Struggled to piece it back together
With novelty gaff tape
Mocking in its absence of tack.
Aged and Dusted grease
a mechanical arthritis.
Unbalanced in it’s abandon.
Shoes and a water bottle hastily attached to counter the weight of a heavy front.
Grateful the show is not as demanding as the neglected instrument.