After finishing college and taking a couple stabs at finding my ‘ideal’ workplace, which took a year and a half, I think I found a place I belong, at least for now, at CE. (Or, rather, T found it for me on Kijiji and emailed it to me.) I’ve been working since late Nov. 2019, learning as I go.
On the one hand, this guy’s ideas…
…seem like a great replacement for traditional stud construction for many applications.
Holy cow. How true.
Sarah Williams Goldhagen presents scientific evidence for why some buildings delight us and others—too many of them—disappoint.
Can anyone design a more depressing looking building? Maybe Arthur Charles Erickson? (The University of Lethbridge resembles a prison inside its halls.) I thought for a moment – “What else has that cold, lonely, depressing look?” What popped into my mind was Robson Square in Vancouver. Oh – Mr. Erickson again.
Now, don’t get me wrong – I’m not really into hobbit houses, either. But surely some warmth can enter architecture, can it not? We’re creating environments to be in.
I posted this yesterday afternoon, then my server hit a snag. I lost this entry. I’ll enter it again. It won’t be as eloquently, wittily, or interestingly put as it was before.
I’ve been back at work on the teardrop trailer (teardrop 1). Floyd and I looked at length at the ribs I created for the galley hatch several weeks back. I determined that they weren’t usable.
The electrical panel is now in. It somewhat mimics the Sprite’s panel. It includes a two-way radio (11- & 10-metre band SSB), a stereo with CD player, a solar charge controller with volt & amp display, a 120VAC GFCI plug (15 amperes), a 12VDC / USB plug, and four lighted, coloured switches (for the cooler, water pump, cabinetry lights, and galley lights). All the electrical guts of the trailer will be directly behind that, accessible through the berth via a sliding panel.
It have started calling it teardrop 1 as it is the first one being built. I thought of giving it a name but later thought otherwise.
Morning is here. I was awake at 5am and tried to sleep a little more but finally got up at 6am. It’s now 7:15am, and we are to meet at 8am downstairs for breakfast.
The event is done. At 4:30, I went down to meet T, C (T’s “old lady”), R, & S (R’s sister). No one was there. I wandered back and forth for a while and, eventually, received a text from Tyson. “on my way” I said, “I’ll message Randy, see if he needs help with his tie or something.” Turns out I messaged T instead. I called R. “Yup, yup, we’re on our way.” Everyone was in suits and gowns.
I’m in the hotel room now in Edmonton for the ASET event. We pulled up to the hotel via the new van’s navigation flawlessly and found that they had valet parking. The front desk said that parking was $35 per night plus $10 for valet if we should choose, but apparently the payers of the room also covered parking. Randy’s sister came by car on her own, so her parking was taken care of, too, along with valet service.
I went up to my room after arranging with everyone to meet downstairs at 4:30 in the Ballroom. I seriously needed a shower. I used scented antiperspirant, and it bothered me the entire trip and only got worse near the end. I’ll never do that again! The room is nice. There’s one king-size bed, a desk, a chair with table & lamp, & a bureau for the coffee, TV, fridge, safe, and such. It’s a standard hotel room, I guess, except nicer. Shampoo, body wash, hand soap, shower soap, face cream, shoe polish stuff, all that.