Do you think she knows this isn’t on?
Think she cares?
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Aug 16
Anybody need a computer install?
It is Saturday. It is raining. We are working. I put together 40-some-odd of these today:
The boss bought lunch at one of the nearby greasy spoons. The stuff on the walls is the best part of the place. I enjoyed this plaque:
Seems apropos. I think I have a cardboard cut. Also I got rear-ended this morning. Been here 15 minutes and some college kid, a cocky boy from Missouri in a dirty old pickup truck, has already forgot to use his brakes.
I’m fine. The car’s fine. I choose to not think of it as an omen.
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Aug 16
Just a bit of the new workplace
Working in the new television studio today. Here’s the new news desk:
And here are three of the monitors in the adjoining control room:
I wonder where I’ll spend the most time while working with the television crew.
Just outside in the giant atrium, there’s the also-giant television screen:
They say it is 12 feet tall by 25 feet wide and four inches thick. Also, it has six Directv tuners which, right now, means a lot of sports:
I wonder how long before that becomes something you don’t gawk at when you walk by.
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Aug 16
An office observation
I was moving boxes from here to there — because this is one of the things I am doing right now. And at the individual box level I was taking things out of boxes because, well, they were in boxes and what’s the point of that? We’re moved in to the new building and all.
Anyway, I dug out this remote control, which goes to some stripe of projection setup:
And that’s just classy design.
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Aug 16
Turn right at the corn
I helped install one of these today:
Sadly it was in a classroom and not in our house. But it’ll look great in the class nevertheless. Except for the fingerprint smudges I left on it. That might sound passive-aggressive, but smudges can be cleaned, so don’t think of it that way, OK?
On our bike ride this evening:
We’ve been this way a few times now and I like this site. You hang a right and then you have the corn on your left. You go up the hill, take a big curve and a punchy little roller and then a long straight up to stop sign that means you’re almost done. It is a nice four miles and 15 minutes.
Here’s the next leg in that final stretch, where The Yankee and Stephen are pacing me home:
I think this should be a thing: Where were you the last time you heard The BoDeans?
Because you never forget Closer to Free. (Or most any of the rest of their catalog, really.)
