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Went to the Greek party island of Ios in my twenties and noticed all sorts of cats on the streets. I asked a bartender what's up. He said that they multiply during the summer and then when all the tourists are gone they round up the ferile cats and toss them in the harbor. Not too many pictures of the cat roundup...
Pic: Here I am with an electric blower on a campfire.
Envious.
So, I finally had a chance to properly test out the Aztek Juke today. We got a decent snow last night. Not epic by Chicago standards, but enough that the Miata would have been squirming around quite a bit in the thicker parts, even on the Xi3 tires. The Datsun, by comparison, hardly even noticed.
Ok, maybe not that much, but goddamn, this thing actually does work every bit as well as I'd hoped. And right now, it's just wearing cheap-*** Sailun all-seasons. I'd been shopping for a "three-peak" tire set for it, but I honestly don't think that's going to be necessary.
I just realized that the tension which is likely being felt right now aboard ISS was a significant plot point in the 1984 film 2010: The Year we Make Contact.
I also, just now while fast-forwarding through the movie to locate that specific shot, noticed an easter-egg:
This is the scene immediately preceding the one above. A nurse drops this magazine which she'd been reading, because David Bowman's mother has gone into cardiac arrest.
Does the US President look familiar? It's Arthur C. Clarke.
Does the Soviet Premiere look familiar? It's Stanley Kubrick.
Oh, maybe moving across half the country every 9-10 months was a distraction…
That's fair.
I can hardly believe that I have now been living in the same place for four years. Ok, so three different addresses during that time, but all within a mile of each other. And now that I own the one I'm in, well... I don't have any plans to move again in the near future.
But speaking of moving, I took this photo this morning:
That's the end of it. That brass elbow with the blue cap on the bottom of it, being held up with rope, is the last piece of hardline needed for me to finally shut down my 21 year old transmitter on Sears 98 and power up my shiny new water-cooled rig on Sears 100.
We pop off the temporary heliax on the right, swing the hardline on the left into place, drop it down onto the combiner, and tighten all the bolts.
This is a big move, involving multiple contractors moving multiple fiber & copper circuits all at once. I have scheduled the transition to occur at 1:01 pm on Wednesday March 2. I have temp circuits in place so that the actual on-air transition should take about three seconds, and allow the rest of the folks to do their work at a more leisurely pace.
I can hardly believe that I have now been living in the same place for four years. Ok, so three different addresses during that time, but all within a mile of each other. And now that I own the one I'm in, well... I don't have any plans to move again in the near future.
But speaking of moving, I took this photo this morning:
That's the end of it. That brass elbow with the blue cap on the bottom of it, being held up with rope, is the last piece of hardline needed for me to finally shut down my 21 year old transmitter on Sears 98 and power up my shiny new water-cooled rig on Sears 100.
We pop off the temporary heliax on the right, swing the hardline on the left into place, drop it down onto the combiner, and tighten all the bolts.
This is a big move, involving multiple contractors moving multiple fiber & copper circuits all at once. I have scheduled the transition to occur at 1:01 pm on Wednesday March 2. I have temp circuits in place so that the actual on-air transition should take about three seconds, and allow the rest of the folks to do their work at a more leisurely pace.
Nothing has gone smoothly since the building's RF coordinator, Jeremy Ruck, died in early December.
Yesterday, though, I saw something kinda special.
Just after Jeremy died, I dug up an old photo of him standing on the roof, printed it, and taped it to the outside of the door leading into the 100th floor transmitter area, which is also where the main UHF combiners are. No commentary, I just put it there anonymously. And nothing fancy, I just used the blue masking tape I already had on hand.
Yesterday, I found that the outside of the door had been re-painted (they re-did the whole hallway on 100), and the photo was gone.
"Bummer," I thought.
On my way out, I noticed that someone had taken that photo, framed it, and re-hung it inside the room next to the door. Blue masking tape and all.
I briefly considered maybe having a plaque printed to go below it, but upon further reflection, I prefer it this way.
For those of us who worked with Jeremy, seeing his face there by the door at the end of the day means something all by itself. It's a private memory, shared with a small group. I know that might sound elitist, but what I mean is that for the only people to whom this means anything in the first place, it needs no embellishment.
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