One year ago today: July 25, 2013, Bozo Award.
Five years ago today: July 25, 2009, beach in the Keys.
Ten years ago today: July 25, 2004, boat ride.
Zero recovery time. That’s what I get when I travel by cPod, and (pun intended) that makes me one happy camper. One does not get exhausted like on regular car trips. It could be anything, maybe just the slower pace, but if you think I was sold before, well. Here is a photo of the book “Blue Highways”. By chance, I met a guy reading this at the Jetty in Cape Canaveral. I’ve heard of it. This award-winning book was purpose-written about travels, something this blog is not. But what a coincidence. In the background is Jetty Park, facing away from the Canaveral launch facilities.
As mentioned, the band is starting to behave as a more coherent unit. Nothing in August, but two bookings already for September, which begins “the season”. I’m not jesting when I say the band is slowly coming around to being broken in to my liking. However, it took the addition of the new vocalist, something I have no control over. At her behest, the band is slowly making the changes I pushed for over a year ago. Coincidence? Or just a pretty face?
The band is slowly wising up to the appeal of country-like music (while denying it is country) and is lowering prices down to ridiculous levels to get a foot in the door. (I say if we go that route, at least play for free in a fancy place. These guys are targeting the Legion Halls.) What a pity they didn’t listen, but you don’t go around trying to change musicians. Agt. M came by early enough for brunch at Senor CafĂ©, where these changes (the robot meet-up and the band) were discussed in some detail. I say we should be happy because we now have access to a 3D printer and the band is producing. (Both of these were to prove false leads withing the month.)
I’m aware these changes took far too long. But Agt. M did not attend the sessions, so he is unaware of the moods which set the pace. It’s not like I’m going stand up in front of either group (Nova U or the new band) and point out how they are just now where they’d be if they’d listened to me. I’ve seen people insulted to success, but it isn’t my way--it takes too long. Example, my eye, I get paid to set an example. M still uses the skill saw for everything. Sanding, chipping, shaping, you name it, but without any safety gear as shown here. On the other hand, I wear a hard hat and safety glasses while painting.
My point is, people only learn by example when they know they have to. Nova’s a case study. Moments after they said they would never “reinvent”, the entire room was reduced to just that while the Russian and I laughed on the side. Usually they glance at their watches but this time the meeting was an hour over and only closed with the security guard said he was locking the gate.
But learn from example? Nonsense. If Agt. M won’t follow example, how can he expect it to work with strangers? It isn’t like he followed my planning methods on day one, either. There must be a need to learn. Besides, one slip of that saw and he’ll be singing soprano, supporting immigration, and voting Democrat.
Here’s an unusual discovery. Watch how the factors above intertwine. One of the books soaked in the rain last Wednesday was the atlas from 2012. The pages also go wet back then and I dried them by placing paper towel between each page. They again got wet. When I learned about blue highways, I went back to check the colors of the atlas. Behold, under 10x magnification, several overprints of the maps were made visible by the differing absorbencies of the inks. I failed to get a good photo, but by angling the leaves, one can see how the map of New York has had the freeways and tourist route markers overprinted on a far older map. The newer soy-inks shine even after being wet.
Trivia. Did you know knghts were not dubbed by a sword on the shoulder? That is an English fairy tale. In reality, most knights were French. They were slapped on the face instead. The idea is that is the last time they would be struck without avenging the deed. And we know to this day how such actions instilled a brutal fight-to-the-death spirit in all succeeding French armies. Except Napoleon, who wasn’t really French, see.
PS the “Blue Highways” book is based on the old map-maker’s habit of marking secondary roads in blue ink. There is no connection between that author’s avoidance of fast food as my decision was based on dietary information unavailable in his day. Also, my off-freeway routing is also unrelated to his hippy van. My motive is because I drive a motorcycle and dislike big trucks. The book is available on youTube audio. Be aware that other differences exist. Like a Canadian, he goes to a restaurant and describes the people; like a patron, I describe the food.
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