8/31/2007

Video Trek III: The Search For Dad - Part 9...

SitRep:

0.25 days remain.

Status: Complete

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I am so gorram tired right now.

Had to come into work for a half day. I really wish I could have knocked off the entire day, but my workload just wouldn't permit it.

That's ok. Shirking my responsibilities at work wouldn't necessarily be a good thing at this time of year when business is starting to pick up for the pre-Christmas rush. Still, when that alarm sounded reveille at zero-ohmygodit'searly this morning, I knew right there and then that I was going to be exhausted as hell and would crave the chance to sleep until noon.

It's been quite a busy week for me in trying to get Dad's video finished. I had underestimated how much edit time I would need, which had the result of pulling more hours per night than I had planned. So, to say that I'm currently surviving on Dr. Pepper is not far from the truth.

My brain is on automatic right now. I finished the video at 4:30 this morning, quickly reviewed it and hit the hay around 5. While my plan of getting to bed by at least midnight didn't come to pass, I am at least happy that I have a three day weekend coming up. Sleep can wait until then...

You know, apart from some bad narration (provided by a sleepy yours truly), I am extremely proud of the finished project. I created a shortened version of the video (minus the final section where people are giving my dad their personal greetings and farewells) to present, which runs all of thirty minutes. Precisely.

Alright, if you include credits, tack on another minute or so, but still it amuses me that I managed to hit 30 minutes of content right on the nose. It runs longer than the original 20 I had thought I would have, but it isn't the complete 50 minute deal that would result from tacking on the final section. Still, it is done and it is awesome.

I plan on creating another version for Dad's birthday next month, including the farewells and well wishes. When it hit 4:30, I just knew that there was no way in hell that I'd ever manage to get the longer version finished unless I skipped out on sleep altogether.

And you know something... I'm ok with that.

Just got off the phone with the lady in charge of the retirement dinner. I'm supposed to go on stage after Dad. He's elected to say a few words, call it his farewell address if you'd like.

After Dad's finished, the dean will introduce me in some way and then... *gulp* ...I'm on. I don't have a formal speech prepared since I tend to speak easier when I'm not encumbered by typed out talking points and so on.

It'll be easy and difficult at the same time. For one, I know the subject very well. Better now, in fact, since I've had a chance to delve into his workplace a bit and gain more of a broader perspective. That's the easy part.

The hard part will be the sad realization that once today has passed, I won't know what to do with myself. Heh.

Seriously though, that is a point I'd like to make about how it feels to work on something, pour your heart and soul into it, finish it and then... Now, what?

I've been eating, breathing and sleeping little more than this project for the entire summer. I've met tons of interesting people, learned way more than I ever thought was possible about Dad's career and have had a lot of fun slinking about playing investigative reporter. I live for video projects like this.

Still, like my dad, I soon will turn out the lights on a chapter of my life and seek out new adventures with the knowledge of a job well done. How neat is that?

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8/30/2007

Video Trek III: The Search For Dad - Part 8...

SitRep:

Final edit status at 67%

15 Hours to Deadline.

Project status: Holy fucking shit, am I going to get this magnificent bastard finished in time or not?!?

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Angels and ministers of Stanley Kubrick, defend me...

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8/29/2007

On We Sweep With Threshing Oar - Part 2...

The other day we were discussing tubing and the logistics involved in running an efficient tubing fleet. Today we shall take a look at some, let us call them 'guidelines', to a successful journey.

1) Know the Flow before you go!

This is by far the number one priority when it comes to floating any river. The current flow of water down your favourite river or stream can make the difference between a day of awesomeness and a day of either dragging one's arse along the river bottom or breaking one's neck.

The best resource for making this decision (besides a quick phone call to a nearby river outfitter) is to visit the U.S. Geological Survey current water conditions page. The USGS has tons of affiliated little sensors dropped into the great streams and rivers of this country which report back to Uncle Sam as to how fast your river of choice is flowing, measured in Cubic Feet per Second.

The general rule of thumb is to go on days when the river is between 400 to 600 CFS, which is generally considered to be optimal floating. You can go lower to around 300, but expect to be dragging along. I wouldn't personally recommend going above 700 because at that point, the water is speeding along and you really won't have much time to relax and enjoy the day. The point of tubing is to relax and enjoy some easy rapids, not to tearass through nature like you're in a NASCAR rally.

Of course, if you prefer tearing ass through the wild, I'd recommend going on a rafting trip when the CFS is cranking between 1000 to 2000. If you have a death wish and want to try something over 2000, make sure you either have a lot of whitewater rafting experience and a trained guide. Tubing at any rate over 1000 is simply a death wish.

Checking with an outfitter is also a good idea because they can inform you of any known water hazards (annoying trees, favoured lurking spots of local law enforcement, which direction to go in order to successfully navigate through any rapids that you'll encounter) as well as to provide you with tubes and a shuttle ride if you lack the proper resources for self-serve tubing.

2) Drinkin', smokin' and snackin' down the river...

Drinking a few cold ones, be they of the alcoholic or other liquid varieties, goes hand in hand with a day of tubing. First off, it's hot outside.

Here in Tejas, for example, the sun beats down upon you harshly with the wrath of a hot, hot burning ball of gas. Because, let's face the obvious, the sun IS a hot, hot burning ball of gas. If you're not paying attention, you're going to get mighty thirsty. You do not want to drink river water, do you?

Of course not! That's why it helps to prepare for keeping the whistle nice and wet.

Before you tube, be sure to check out the local and state rules regarding cooler size, acceptable liquid containers and whether or not alcohol is permitted on the river in the first place. Some places seriously frown upon stocking your cooler full of mixed drinks and/or beer, so be aware of what the rules are before you run afoul of Teh Law.

Some of the more aggressive municipalities attempt to be really strict by restricting the size of coolers that are allowed on the river within the city limits (*cough* *newbraunfels,tejascough*) and while you may be very well transporting nothing more in the cooler than your kids' juice packs and copious amounts of water, you could still get a ticket for having a large cooler. The typical reasoning behind this is to prevent people from bringing a fully stocked bar to the river and while I can respect the fact that the city in question's logic for not wanting a few hundred drunken assholes floating through town, it's ridiculous to ignore the fact that someone can get just as drunk off six ounce shots of hard liquor as they can by drinking a six pack of beer.

Enforce public intoxication laws as they exist. I have no problem with that.
Ticketing a parent of six for having a large cooler full of water and Capri Sun pouches? Problem.

So, be aware of the laws beforehand.

I'll touch a little more on drinking a bit later, so let's move on to the next part: smoking.

If you smoke, for the sake of the Lords of Kobol, dispose of your butts properly in the trash bag. I'll spare you the environmental impact lecture, just be cool with them Kools is all I'll say about it.

Usually it's not hard to find at least one person carrying a pack of smokes on the river. Some people choose cigars. It's a socially accepted practice that you can light one up without some Anti-smoking Alex giving you the hassle. You are outdoors and the river is usually big enough to accomodate all who come to float in it.

On a similar note, I would strongly recommend picking up a small waterproof case to hold things like a pack of smokes, your lighter, cash, medications or whatever else you may need on the river. Many outfitters sell one that will have a handy strap that will let you wear the case around your neck so that you don't lose your necessities by an accidental dunking.

Next we discuss eating on the river. A day of tubing will sometimes make one powerful hungry. Sometimes, if you're lucky, the locals who own property along the river will pull out the BBQ grill and offer a selection of turkey legs, BBQ, hot dogs, sausage on a stick and more for sale to the tourists. This is especially common along the Guadalupe river near New Braunfels, where it is not uncommon to meet a few of these folks along the route.

The prices for river food are usually under five bucks and it gives you a chance to chow down while you tube. Be sure to be nice to the locals. They put up with thousands of noisy, drunken sots doing Deus knows what in this river behind their houses every year and the locals are usually stuck cleaning up the mess as well. Buying a turkey leg or two not only gives them some payback, but will possibly help to advance friendlier tourist/local relations. Even just a friendly wave or a politely offered beer will go a long way.

If you choose to pack your own chow, be sure to double sack those groceries in Ziploc bags or in some other waterproof container. Nobody likes soggy Cheetos or river-marinated beef jerky. Or soggy Cheeto jerky for that matter.

3) Lotion up, Francis...

Bring your suntan lotion/sunscreen of choice. You are going to be floating down a river in the middle of summer. For 2 to 6 hours.

Yes, there is shade to be had underneath the big, shady trees along the riverbanks, but regardless of how much you hug the shore, you're still getting some sunlight. Yes, even when it's cloudy.

So, unless looking like a lobster is way more appealing than looking lightly bronzed, bring your gorram sunscreen.

/Your Mom

4) Music and entertainment...

While bringing a waterproof, floating boombox automatically makes you the life of any floating party, playing Hanson's Mmm...Bop at 120 db does not. For some reason, certain people really take offense to music that is played louder than a typical Boeing 787 Dreamliner flying over a speed metal rock concert.

If you bring a stereo along, make sure it doesn't blast people 50ft or more away from it. In certain locales, that's a ticketin' for disturbin' the peace.

Also, play something good that the average person will enjoy unless you enjoy ridicule, mockery and dirty looks from strangers. No one these days, I mean NO ONE, wants to hear Mmm...Bop at any volume, let alone at the volume level of a typical 1960's Who concert. You are now duly warned!

Typically, the river is not without sources of amusement, but use some common sense.

* Using rope swings along the riverbanks in order to feed your inner desire to be Tarzan, Lord of the Apes is not advised. Most of these rope swings are located on private property, so please be sure to ask the owner's permission first.
* Jumping from bridges into the river is a recipe for disaster.
* Pretending to be the Ron Jeremy of the River by fornicating in the woods with your gal/guy/bad self is just wrong. No one wants to see that. Ever. Eww.

5) DIY Tubing...

Many of the experienced pros will sometimes suggest buying your own tubes in order to save a few bucks. Although I'm in the river as much as possible every summer, I had only recently taken the plunge and dropped a whopping $12 on my own tube. What a difference.

The key is to have a group of friends who also have their own tubes and to have at least two vehicles. The protocol is to drop off a car at a free parking "pickup point" and then drive upstream to another free parking "dropoff point." You then float your way down to your car and then you can either go again or go home as you please.

If you figure that the average cost of tubing is around $20 for tube rental, taxes and shuttle fee, buying your own tube easily pays for itself by the second trip (hey, have to figure in gas to get there). You don't have to ride in a shuttle filled with smelly persons and you save a mound of cash that you can either divert to the beer fund or save for the after-tubing Taco Bell Banquet Bonanza at the end of the day. Rock.

6) Random Tips...

Grease that wheel:

Some suggest coating the top sides of your tube with Vaseline to prevent getting 'tuberash' after a day of paddling. There are situations where one must use their arms as oars to navigate through the river and supposedly, this helps to cut down on damage to your arm skin.

Use it sparingly or else you may find yourself acquiring some funky sunburn marks on your arms/legs.

Tying tubes together:

While this is a good idea to keep a group together while floating down calm parts of the river, there is nothing more dangerous than staying tied together while navigating rapids.

The assumption is that tying your tube to someone else will make for a safer ride, but this is rarely the case for adults. Tied together tubes tend to play 'crack the whip' with each other and usually if someone runs into trouble, they can't easily navigate out of danger.

Remember the 'towing a fifth wheel trailer over a flooded roadway' analogy I made the other day? Same cause and reason.

You can't avoid it if you are towing a cooler tube, but it's better to have a cooler tube capsize than another tuber. I will say that cooler tubes are a lot easier to manage than a heavy adult in times of crisis.

A neat idea I saw the other day was to go buy some cheap, lengthy pet leashes. You loop one end around the tube and another person can hold onto or loop the other end loosely around their cooler or tube valve stem. When you hit the rapids, the person lets go of the leash, which can be quickly stowed in a tube safely and both of you float free and easy.

Get a tube that has a bottom:

If you are sensitve to things smacking across your derriere, I suggest picking up a tube that has a tied on plastic or mesh bottom. It'll protect your toucas from scraping the rocks on the floor of low level rivers.

Learn how to speak like a pirate:

No real reason for this, matey. There's just nothing more hilarious than a drunken pirate floating down the river in a rubber doughnut. Arrr...

7) Jackassery...

One of the fine entertainment values of floating is to point and laugh at those engaging in jackass behaviour. For as sure as the hot, hot burning ball of gas rose over the horizon this morning, there are bound to be a few jackasses finding new and interesting ways to apply their trade. Most do not care to be near one, but can't deny the fun in mocking one who deserves it.

Let us now review and explore ways of NOT being a jackass:

* Don't litter, damnit.

It's rude, disrespectful and just plain nonsensical. You and your garbage are floating. Together. In the same direction. Later, the locals get the joy of fishing out your crap. Outfitters issue you a mesh trash bag for a reason.

* Bringing glass or styrofoam with you.

Really if you are that oblivious to the dangerous possibility of cutting one's feet with razor-sharp glass shards that could be resting on the bottom of a riverbed as a result of people's carelessness with glass, you deserve to be hit by a bus. They tell you not to bring stryofoam because fish and other small woodland creatures could snack on it and DIE.

If you want to bring a self-prepared drink or wine coolers, use plastic containers. Some c-stores near the river will sometimes have those kinds of drinks already in plastic bottles for sale. Beer comes in cans too, if you know what I mean.

* Drinkin' & boozin'

Be aware of the laws, but the general rule of thumb is this...

The Drunken Arsehole Gets Hassled By The Man Whilst The Quiet Boozer Doesn't. Seems like common sense, no?

Bring a friend who'll stay sober if you plan on getting smash drunk stupid.

Don't offer the arresting officer a beer, it just makes them crankier.

* Spittin' & Cussin'

Curb your cuss language where needed. Don't fucking cuss in front of some asshole jerk's kids, damnit. Don't crap all over someone you don't know's good time by spewing forth the sailor talk with a vengeance. Use your brain and swear within reason.

Cussing in front of 4 year old strangers? Not acceptable
Cussing when no one around you is likely to give a shit? Go for it.

* Darwinesque Horseplay

Jumping off of bridges into potentially shallow water. Throwing rocks at people. Singing Mmm...Bop at an unreasonable volume while jumping off of neighbouring cliffs. Stuff like that.

Well, kids, that's about it. While this article is grossly overlate for this summer, it'll give you something to think about for the next. Just remember to mind your manners, know the flow and plan ahead and you'll have a great time!

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Video Trek III: The Search For Dad - Part 7...

SitRep:

All interviews have been recorded, captured and logged into Premiere.
100% of required pictures have been scanned, edited and imported into Premiere.
Research at 100%
Script at 100%
Narration at 78.2% (Pretty much recording as I edit to save time by not recording material that I won't use after all).
Editing at 36.4%.

2.25 days remain.

Status: On track for delivery (But I'm getting a little nervous...)

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First off, why the fuck do I do this to myself? Next time I'll just send a card, I swear to cripes... Heh.

Alright, so I'm kidding around with you. I'll admit that I'm worried about running out of gas between today and Friday afternoon due to the fact that I'm essentially working 19 hours a day between the day job and this latest labour of love.

I'm not complaining, though it may sound kind of like that based on those previous statements. Truth be told, I'm still having the time of my life. I think I'm more annoyed at the damned need for sleep and than anything else.

I sat in front of my impromptu editing bay last night editing away at the project and before I knew it, it was 3:20 AM. The odd thing was that 3:20 didn't bother me as much as the realization that if I didn't stop right there and made myself go to bed, I could have easily kept going until I had to leave for work this morning. I knew I needed some sleep last night lest I be completely useless today. I just didn't want to.

I'm racing a finite countdown now. 2.25 days until I either show up with the completed video to Dad's retirement party or I show up with egg on my face and some lame excuse about having to sleep.

It hasn't been a question of being timely along the journey. Having to work around others' schedules, I had to interview when it was convenient for everyone else. I wasn't about to be a dick and tell someone, "Sorry, but you must meet with me no later than two weeks before this thing is due otherwise I'm simply not going to have time to fit you in."

Doesn't work for something such as this project where the people I am meeting with are people that I now have great respect for and who have really added a lot of awesome to the process. The project is a lot richer with their input than without and for that, I am eternally grateful.

Let me tell you something that also makes me eternally grateful: the concept of best friends. Paul & Nola have been among my folks' best friends since around high school and not only were they pleased as punch and honoured to be interviewed, they actually were happy and more than willing to drive halfway across the San Fernando Valley (from Thousand Oaks, a 45 minute or so drive) to take a few quick pictures of the pharmacy where my dad first worked (since I lacked such pictures in the archives to work with). They had some errands to run in the Valley yesterday anyway but still, that was above and beyond.

Needless to say that the next time I'm back in the Old Country, I'm buying them a fruit basket.

And some tacos.

Maybe a tacofruit basket?

I've said it before and I shall certainly say it again. I really love the cut of their jib. Nicest pair of folks you'll ever meet!

But this gives you a small taste of the situation. Bits and pieces of information, pictures, videotapes, interviews and more trickled in over the course of the summer, right up to last night. There's more I could probably collect, but now I really do not have the time. Sadly.

I heard back from the coordinator of Dad's retirement dinner. She asked if I'd like to give a little speech at the end of the program to introduce the video and announce that it will be showing in an adjacent room for anyone who'd be interested in watching. Yep, now I have to think of something mildly intelligent to say. Hoo, boy, I'd better make sure to eat my Wheaties on Friday morning. You betcha fur, Fred.

I suppose that as long as I don't talk about why the "U.S. Americans can't find The Iraq and maps and education and uh, South Africa?!?" I'll be a-ok. Heh.

So, here we are with two days to go. I can see the end now and it is good. A ton of things to do. Must edit like I've never edited before, keep working the day job to make teh mad moneys (heh), fish out my suit jacket, hard shoes, dress shirt and a tie from the storage shed so that I don't show up looking like a damned fool, figure out what to talk about during my 'speech,' and somewhere amongst all that, sleep and/or eat.

It's going to be fun, kids! :)

BTW, before I close, let me wish my teacher pals the best of luck this first week of school! You deserve more than what you get and never, EVER, believe that you get more than what you deserve. I salute you for all your hard work and hope that you have a fun and exciting adventure this school year! ;)

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8/27/2007

Kinkoooooooooooos!


Tomorrow's Nobody @ TomorrowsNobody.com
In response to BA's frustration with UPS, I offer this rather hilarious, yet horribly wrong, cartoon that I found on Tomorrow's Nobody Dot Com.

Warning: Not safe for work or for those who don't appreciate gross humour!

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8/26/2007

On We Sweep With Threshing Oar...

It takes a certain level of bravado to attempt to float a river in a personal watercraft that is constructed of reinforced industrial grade rubber fashioned into a circular ring. The river holds many challenges and never are journeys down the river quite the same as the journey before.

There is something to be said about the river Faithful. Those lovers of the river who's love for idling a day away by chugging a few brews with their pals while floating down the cool waterway. They learned the secret long ago that the river is to be enjoyed, respected and at a decent flow rate between 300 to 700 Cubic Feet Per Second, lest they either be dragging their coccyx's over the rocks of a low level river bottom or being swept away in a fast moving water freight train.

This majestic mode of personal aquatic transportation usually requires patience, a pair of sturdy rowing arms and a willingness to enter into a unspoken social contract between themselves and the other members of his or her floating group. This contract usually is in regards to the levels of command, cargo manifests and transfer, fleet logistics and the defense of the group from dangers (which may include navigating others away from sticks, trees, rocks, rapids, wildlife and obnoxious fraternity brothers from the local college or university) and finally making sure they they have 'chipped in enough for the rent & shuttle service.'

To begin, let us examine the word "tubing" versus the non-word, "toobing."

Tubing vs. Toobing.

First of all, you are floating in an inner tube, not an inner 'toob.' I'm not sure if it was an attempt by the river outfitters to be cute or if they thought that spelling 't o o b' was close to spelling out 'b o o b' and since 'boobs' appeal to many males, a little innuendo to draw the frat boys out for a day of boobing, er, toobing? Hell, come to think about it...

Hmm...

Oh. Yes. Article.

Regardless of the reasoning, the proper form of "toobing" is actually "tubing."

"We're going tubing, Charlie, would you care to join us?" = Acceptable!

"Hey, Earl, we're gonna go toobin! Y'ant to?" = NO! Permission NOT granted!

Logistical Overview

Tubing is usually enjoyed with either a small cadre of friends or, if you're feeling really up to a logistical nightmare, a large herd of friends, their friends, their mom, their mom's friends and some bearded guy named Roy. You can also go in pairs if you prefer that intimate two against the river feeling.

The key thing to keep in mind whenever you go tubing is that you are accepting a key role, whether stated outwardly or not. Typically in any tubing adventure, you are in essence creating a small fleet of watercraft and it behooves you to realize this straightaway. A well-ordered fleet of tubes should function efficiently enough so that no one tuber is lost from the group (except in cases of arrest, which will be addressed under Jackassery a little later), no one is lost or damaged and that everyone is well stocked with their frosty beverage of choice. Almost automatically, everyone in a group is assigned certain tasks, whether they are aware of it or not. These roles can be combined or interchanged depending on circumstances, number of tubers, etc.

We start off with one leader, usually the most charismatic of the group although they can also be the person who has the most urgent time constraint upon them that requires an efficient float. They are the ones who usually are shouting "stop screwing off and hurry the hell up" or "paddle faster, damnit" in an attempt to keep the herd together and floating on time.

Depending on how much he or she has had to drink, they can almost sound like the stereotypical pirate captain, slurring their goads and encouragements together at will. The leader may be a friend of people in the group, but nobody really likes a pushy captain. Still, subconsciously, they follow along all the same.

Next up, and by far the most important job in any tubing fleet, are the cargo tenders. "Cargo" usually refers to the cooler full of drinks, a bag filled with snacks, suntan lotion, cigarettes or other needed items. Quite honestly, while the position of "cargo supervisor" (also known as 'beer bitch' or 'cooler jerk') is indeed an important one, the work itself is not in any way enviable.

Coolers are not exactly the easiest items to manage while sitting in a tube. The common solution is to attach a floating 'trailer' or cooler tube, where the cooler tube is just that; a cooler in a tube. While this obviously makes you the most popular guy or girl in the fleet (since everyone will come and see you eventually), it is easy as hell for the cooler tube to get stuck by passing trees, rocks, people, squirrels, whatever happens to be in the river.

Think about hauling a fifth wheel trailer over a flooded road and apply it to a smaller scale. That's you, Mr./Ms. Cargo Hauler.

Still, you should be grateful. For while you are stuck with hauling a cumbersome burden, at least you never go thirsty and especially be glad that you are not the next person that we shall discuss, the garbage scow.

The garbage scow belongs to the unfortunate person who has to tie the big potato sack to their tube and carry the fleet's garbage down the river. If you are not an uncultured barbarian who enjoys spoiling the rich beauty of the state's natural water resources, that is. The person in charge of the garbage scow is usually the more environmentally conscious member of the group who doesn't mind hauling the trash for 'recycling.'

The worst part of hauling the fleet garbage is that the bag acts as a bit of an anchor. As the cans collect in the bag, they fill with water and the bag will tend to snag more easily on passing objects or to slowly drag along the bottom. The easy solution to this is to crush the cans or to put the bag on your lap. Either way, be mindful of your load.

Our next group of people are usually the fleet tenders. They attempt to paddle others out of danger, pull tired, lazy or drunk tubers down the river when haste is required. This role is usually rotated between the group depending on personal fatigue or intoxication. They herd the group towards their goal while maintaining a certain flank speed and this usually goes on without notice.

Another job is that of the Chief Medical Officer, usually this is filled by whoever thought to bring the bug spray, band aids, Tylenol, sunscreen or whatever they thought would be needed "just in case." Medical is usually the over-prepared member of the fleet, but is well thought of when "just in case" actually happens.

By far the most thankless job is that of the Sergeant of Arms, the fleet's disciplinarian. The Sarge is usually a seasoned veteran of tubing trips and is well aware of the "river recreation" laws of the state, county and city that the section of river flows through. They know the laws regarding acceptable cooler sizes, where the police usually lurk to bust unsuspecting drunken arseholes and also what the penalty is for blasting one's radio louder than the engines of a 747 passing overhead.

They mean well, but are typically derided for being "party poopers." Usually someone in the Sarge position tries to keep the other members in line when things get way out of hand.

Now that we have an understanding of the fleet structure and individual role assignments, we shall spend some time in the next article discussing the general rules and regulations of tubing and how best to not be described as a jackass.

------To be continued!

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8/22/2007

Video Trek III: The Search For Dad - Part 6...

SitRep:

13 interviews completed, 1 more to go.
Video footage has been captured and logged.
98% of required pictures have been scanned and edited.
Research at 100%
Script at second rough status, pending final audio interview.

9.25 days remain.

Status: On track for delivery.

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Hello again!

I'm beginning to wonder if I'm channeling Roger Waters a bit. Feels like I've been creatively obsessed with my father over the past few months, at least as far as my blog is concerned. My thinking is to look at these past few months and ask "why not?"

Definitely beats sitting around writing the same old shite that I had been doing over the course of the past year.

So, here we are at 9 days until Dad's last day. Quite honestly, my nerves are a bit shot. Not that I'll admit that to everyone, but as the deadline inches ever closer, I'm finding myself more filled with nervous tension. Although I suppose that admitting that on the Internet kind of negates the previous sentence. Oh, bother.

Seriously though, I'm excited. I've spent the past few months researching, talking with a baker's dozen of Dad's colleagues and friends and attempting to stalk down any photo, videotape or paper clipping that I can find. Just as it was with my granddad's video last year, I find myself having a blast.

What's really made this a fun experience is all the support that I've had from everyone that I've talked to. Most of them are curious to see what the end result will be, but I suspect that a good chunk of them are having a good time being members of my impromptu Daddy Intelligence Agency. Or perhaps members of Dad Eye-5. I really need to find a better spy agency name one of these days.

I think that is what has added to the fun behind the project. It's a fucking rush to be able to talk to the Provost of a major university, sneak into the very workplace of my subject and nick a few pictures to scan and return (with my subject not the wiser) and grab some footage of the campus before finishing my day with a refreshing Dr. Pepper and the knowledge of having made some major progress.

I can tell that others are having a good time as well because it's likely that they, like myself, realize that had we done this project in the open, Dad would never have sanctioned it. They had a retirement BBQ for him last weekend for the San Antonio crowd and although I wished that I could have been there, I knew that there was no way that I could have shown my face.

Most of the crowd there had been sworn to secrecy and it's kind of one of those "outta sight, outta brainpan" deals. It sucked to miss the event because I loved the SA crowd. They can be a ton of fun, but I just couldn't take the chance.

Mom informed me that just about half of the people I had met with had pulled her discretely aside and asked if she knew what I was up to. She couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. "Like a bunch of guilty looking kids with their hands in the cookie jar."

Couldn't help but chuckle at that one either.

Speaking of hilarity, I was over at the family compound the other day whilst Dad was in Tucson. I was rooting through a ton of notes with Mom, attempting to shore up my script and also to grab a few last pictures from their albums. While we were sitting on the living room floor, I mused that it was a shame that I couldn't have snapped a few pictures of Dad's office in San Antonio when I was there the week before. By then, he'd already cleaned out his office so only a empty shell remained.

Mom had this evil grin on her face.

"What?" I asked, adopting a curious expression.

Mom's smile curved a little as she said, "You know... Dad just happened to bring a few boxes back from San Antonio the other week..."

"Oh?" I replied, "And isn't it just unfortunate that he happened to leave them in the middle of the floor of the sewing room?"

"It is," Mom agreed.

"And isn't just such a shame that he carelessly left said boxes untaped so that someone of a clumsy nature could just accidentally blunder into such boxes, resulting in the contents spilling all over, let's say, the rug in there?" I ask.

"Yes, indeed. That is a shame. Some people should really take better care of their belongings and put them away as they were warned so that no one, as you have so rightly said, could blunder into them."

Got to love Mom's deviousness. Heh.

So, I snapped a few scans and digital stills of some of the contents. Hey, it was the least I could do to ensure that nothing was damaged after my tragic "accident." Yeah, that's the ticket.

For the rest of the week, I have taped the Provost (a story in itself) and have taped a few Skype calls to two people who've known Dad since he started working here in Tejas. I have one final phone call to make two of my folks' best friends back in Los Angeles and after that, I am done with interviews!

Coolest pair of people you'd ever meet. They even were so nice as to offer to stop by the pharmacy in the Valley where my dad got his start and snap a picture of it for me. How cool is that?

Anyway, that's where I've been lately. This next week's going to be ultra busy, but I'll stop in with another update as things progress!

Excelsior!

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8/15/2007

Was Ist Das, Herr Kirk?

Behold the frightful terror of Austrian electronica, ala Star Trek...

I'm not sure whether, initially, I should have been appalled or worried after watching that one. I cannot deny the simple genius in the production of this video however.

I mean, how can one deny the truly awe-inspiring design of a starship that has Coke bottle warp drive nacelles, a converted handheld lantern body (complete with handle) and a snowflake-inspired section instead of the usual saucer section. Pure bloody genius, that is. The U.S.S. Edelweiss was, in a word, suuuuper (thanks for asking!).

When you get right down to it, those special effects are also dead sexy. I mean, check out the fabulous "force lightning" effects, the blobby "phaser" effect and the engineering console that doubles as a DJ booth!

And the acting? TOP NOTCH! I mean, the Kirk character totally snogging and getting his interstellar swerve on with that German bar maid. "Scotty" getting all hip hop, over the top and jiggy with or without "it."

Alright, obviously my sarcasm is cranked up to 11 here. This was by far the worst thing I've seen since Chelsea Clinton trying to fit in with a group of marines by hollering "hoooorah!" during a visit with her mom to a bunch of marines stationed overseas.

This film's premise is possibly as worse as "Gigli."

Or possibly as worse as a show about the sex life of dragonflies.

I award the producers of this video the sum of my total daily disgust quota of the week and also a hearty handshake to let them know that there's no hard feelings whatsoever and that I forgive them for unleashing this menace onto polite society.

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8/14/2007

Video Trek III: The Search For Dad - Part 5...

SitRep:

11 interviews completed, 2 more to go.
Video footage has not been edited as yet, but footage is still being noted and logged when possible.
75% of required pictures have been scanned and edited.
Research at 100%
Script at rough draft status pending review.

17.5 days remain.

Status: Video Transfer Hold, other sections on track for delivery.

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First, the bad news. My camera has fucking died on me. Needless to say, this is a major blow to my progress because I still have two hours of footage to capture on the computer and I can't do that if the fecking camera is out of action. Hopefully I can either repair it or borrow another, but it still has pissed me off beyond imagination. Just can't have nice things these days...

And now, the sunshine between the clouds:

As of yesterday, my video interviews are complete. I have two phone interviews to conduct and record, which is why I praise the Lords of Silicon for creating VOIP and programs such as Skype and Pamela.

Skype, for the uninitiated, lets you talk through the Interwebs to anyone who has either a computer running Skype or to anyone who has a phone (cellular or landline). That makes me happy because I can talk for free or for almost cheap as free to people and to not have to pay a monthly phone bill. Yay, team Skype!

The sound quality is pretty decent as well and I must say that this also amuses me.

Pamela provides a way for recording these calls. You may have to chuck in a few bucks to buy the software, but they let you try it out free for a month. How convenient is that?

Have a couple phone interviews to grab then it's off to edit like the dickens.

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8/08/2007

Video Trek III: The Search For Dad - Part 4...

SitRep:

10 interviews completed, 3 more to go (ended up dropping a few who wouldn't be able to meet).
Nothing has been edited as yet, but footage is still being noted and logged.
50% of required pictures have been scanned and edited.
Research at 100%
Script at 80%

28.35 days remain.

Status: On track for delivery.
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Busy week.

Started off meeting with my uncle (Dad's brother) on Monday. It was quite an interesting experience to meet with my uncle because I didn't know what to expect from him.

My uncle and my dad didn't always see eye to eye on, well, pretty much anything. They were fairly opposite to one another in most respects and didn't always have the best relationship in the world. I suppose that I could write another large entry just detailing that alone, but in this case I shall just restrict myself to our meeting Monday since writing long essays on sibling rivalry would literally Amtrak for pages upon ages.

Anyhoo.... Interesting.

We spoke on camera about Dad and his early life. Mostly innocuous information about where they were born, what their parents did for a living, Dad's love for baseball, etc. After a certain point, I knew that we had reached the unspoken Wall of Fire, where the period of time in their lives after my blood grandfather's sudden death in '55.

I could see that we were there, and I knew that the topic was a no-fly zone with my dad, so I wisely decided to fast forward to the time seven years later after Dad had received his bachelor's degree. We continued on discussing Dad's decision to go into the field of pharmacy, his doctorate from USC and his eventual move to pharmacy education.

After the Q&A, my uncle gave a very heartfelt message, which kind of gives me hope that one of my brothers in particular and I can one day bury the hatchet. He told Dad how proud he was of him and his accomplishments (a big step for my uncle) and that he hoped that in retirement, they could become closer as brothers. Then he said that he loved Dad, which just about floored me.

So, it was quite a moment. A touching one that I just couldn't deny. They may not have always been close, but my uncle seems ready to try.

Afterwards, we spoke off camera about my blood grandfather's death and the effect that it had on both my uncle and my dad. I was surprised that he was so willing to share his thoughts with me and I was grateful for the chance to listen. I hadn't heard a lot of what he said before, but it did help to put things in perspective. I really wanted to call my dad just to tell him about the evening, but I knew that if I did, the secret project would be a wash. Dad is far from being an idiot.

Kind of funny, that. Dad's suspicious of something, but he doesn't quite yet know what. A colleague that I had interviewed last week accidentally slipped by commenting on how tall I was. Dad, of course, didn't really pursue the matter too far because the colleague quickly changed the subject to something work-related. Instead, Dad queried Mom: "How did he know Rob was so tall?"

Mom covered: "Well, hon, it's natural that people are going to talk about you and your family now that you're retiring. I'm sure he saw a picture of Rob at some point. You do have pictures of the family in your office, after all!"

Dad: "Oh, yeah. Hmmph. Didn't think of that."

Yeah, I've had a few close calls. Ever tried to ask twenty people who work closely with someone to keep a secret from them? Not easy, Chuck.

I was invited to Dad's retirement party in San Antonio and it kills me that I can't go. I know the SA crowd a lot better and some of them can be quite entertaining. I met with them on Wednesday, but I know that if I show up on that Saturday, someone will blow the good ship Silence out of the water with an accidental comment.

The San Antonio bunch was more fun to interview. I remember most of them from picnics, gatherings at my folks' place and the occasional visits to Dad's office, so it was in a way like meeting old friends. They were more willing to crack a little wise and kick back with me, so I really felt like this visit was a roaring success.

Also, they had a ton of pictures, some videotapes of my dad in action, more videotapes of the lampoons (kinda like a roast session put on by the students for the faculty) and several stories that while not necessarily for the video, were fun to hear anyway. Yaaaay, team SA!

Overall, I'm feeling rather optimistic about the project. I have two more interviews next week, one with the Provost at UT and another being a internet phone interview with a friend of the family. Also plan to stop by the family compound during my Dad's trip to Tucson next week to gather a few more pictures if I can swing it...

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8/03/2007

Video Trek III: The Search For Dad - Part 3...

A quick SitRep before we continue:

4 interviews completed, 12 more to go.
Nothing has been edited as yet, but footage is being noted and logged.
15% of required pictures have been scanned and edited.
Research at 92%
Script at 80%

28.35 days remain.

Status: On track for delivery.
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Went by Dad's office yesterday to conduct four interviews with some of his co-workers. Ever have one of those feelings where you think you know someone but in fact, you don't know near what you thought you did?

Welcome to yesterday afternoon.

I began with Subject A, who long ago had been one of Dad's students. I think out of all of my subjects yesterday, A was by far the most emotional about my dad leaving. Dad had been his mentor, the one who A still turned to occasionally for advice in life matters or issues facing his professional career.

He gave a very sweet, sincere farewell to Dad and I was touched by his sentiment. Good start.

Next was Subject B, who worked the closest with Dad in recent years. They are good friends, of a fashion. It's funny to hear my Dad's version of stories versus the version that B tells. For example, I joked a little with B about them. Here is an excerpt:

Me: To hear Dad tell it, it was fun when you guys went to that conference. He was telling me about what ya'll did...

B: Eh? Oh, yeah, I suppose. He was in bed by 9:30 PM and I sat there watching TV both nights we were there. You must be thinking of the ******** conference when he stayed up until 10 PM working over some notes and I read a book. *laughs*

Wild and crazy guys, no? What B said though on camera was very flowing, sincere and highly complimentary. Overall, a good interview.

Off camera, he told me that he was a bit worried about what my dad would do in his retirement. Somehow he didn't think that Dad would be satisfied with just messing around in his wood shop all day. "Man's got a strong, honest mind and knows how to get something done and done right. He has a passion for teaching and for his work and I just hope that he finds something that will fill the void and keep him busy."

In some ways, I could see his point. Dad's CV alone spans 11 pages. In very tiny print. He's been busy all his career and it seemed that he never did anything half-assed.

I will say that Dad's earned his retirement two hundred-fold and then some. If he's happy tinkering around in his woodshed for the rest of his life, that is more than good enough for me. Dad deserves to be happy doing whatever it is that he wants to do in life.

Overall, B was a good interview. I may edit him a little bit, but otherwise his info was golden.

Next was Subject C, who had worked with Dad on his last major project. This one was a real short interview because it started off with a fishing expedition. I had no clue who this fella was and I didn't want to waste a ton of his time. I asked a couple questions to feel where he fell on the timeline, decided to abandon that and just ask about the project before having him wish my Dad farewell. Quick and/or dirty.

Then we move along to our final interview, Subject D. D starts out by making this really familiar facial expression that I've seen on Dad's face a million times. Obviously, D's seen this expression almost as often as I had growing up. I kind of laugh nervously. "Well," he says in a serious voice that is somewhat eerily familiar, "Shall we begin?"

I start the interview. D gives a collection of answers that are highly complimentary, yet informative all the same. Things seem to flow until he starts talking about how unappreciated my Dad and his colleagues in his department were for all there hard work.

Good start but a bit of an awkward finish I thought. I figured I'd have to edit this guy fairly carefully. I thanked him for his time and turned the camera off. Just as I shifted to get out of my chair, D asked, "Ok, now that the camera's off, do you mind if we go off record for a bit and we can chat for awhile?"

I was a little surprised. "Umm, sure," I replied as I sank back into the chair, "what would you like to talk about?"

"Well," D replied, "I only gave you half of the story. The half that everyone pretty much wants to hear in your video. Would you like to hear the rest?"

What followed was a very honest look from his point of view at my father both as a leader and as a person. He spoke about my dad's personality and character and how if it wasn't for someone like that leading the charge, the program would never have achieved the recognition that it has now. He cast a few stones at a few people who were quick to snatch up the credit for all of Dad's team's hard work even though they did little to contribute to it.

He followed up with some honest criticism about my dad's leadership techniques, saying that he was always business and kept people on task. Wasn't one to waste a lot of time and could be a bit brusque at times when he was dead set on something that he believed was the right thing to do.

Then D concluded with a tale of regret that he didn't even know who I really was. "I knew your Dad had kids and grandkids, but he rarely talks 'bout them. He's a private man."

That's when it hit me. I suddenly felt like an intruder for the first time so far.

It's not like I really believed that I was invading my dad's privacy by secretly talking with his colleagues, but I couldn't deny that I felt, well, pretty damned nosy at this point. It's odd now to think that. He is my dad after all. I'm doing this for... Well, I'm doing it for him. Plain and simple.

A funny notion crossed my mind. After I thanked D for his time and made my way back to my truck, I was reminded of Alice as she stood there and debated whether to see how far this particular rabbit hole went.

If only I knew...

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8/01/2007

Tips Welcome...

As a humble video editor working for a small business, I find that accepting tips isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Don't get me wrong, I love what I do. I get up every morning and get to sit on my ass and plow through hours upon hours of everything from baby's first steps to borderline crappy student-crafted art school films.

The entertainment value alone is just about worth its weight in Cool Ranch Doritos.

I'd say that one of the greatest rewards in my chosen profession (apart from the satisfaction of a job well done) are the clients who choose to reward me with an unsolicited tip. I usually politely decline at the first offer, but rarely do I flatly say absolutely not to a second.

Some of my more interesting tips/tip offers:

1) Tacos. I love tacos for their relative cheapness, so that usually fills my requirement when I'm out of lunch money for the week. There's a decent taco place near work, so I've received a few gift cards and taco plates from my clients.

2) Marshmallows. I have no idea where the idea came from, but the person who bought this for me was under the impression that organic, flavourless marshmallows appeal to the average video editor. Still was a nice gesture, so I wasn't less than gracious for the offering. If it had been the dead of winter, I may have dunked them in my cocoa. Perhaps.

3) Beer. Rarely will I turn down free beer. One lady dropped off two twelve packs of Shiner Bock (local brew in Tejas) once, which made me Mr. Popular after work. Usually I get a twelve or sixer of various brands/flavours/etc. whenever someone beer tips me, so after I take my rightful share, I reward those who can best curry my favour during the workday.

Some days it can be like the Thunderdome here when there's free beer at stake.

Alright, I exaggerate a bit. Still is nice to share with others though, isn't it?

4) Cash. I love cash. Really, really, really love cash. Then I can buy tacos AND beer which makes me happy.

5) Tickets to a crappy movie fest intentionally showcasing crappy movies at the Drafthouse. Good for an evening of laughter.

6) Sexual Favours. Seriously, this offer did happen. I did a favour for a mid-twenty something gal who was really having a bad time. Her husband had been beating her and she was working on a divorce and escaping the arsehat with her daughter. She didn't have a lot of money and couldn't afford the rush charges, so I worked on her video transfer during lunch and put it at the head of the line so that she could have it in time for a court date.

She was so overcome with gratitude that she said that she could kiss me. I chuckled and told her that she didn't need to do that, though I appreciated the offer. "No, I'm being serious! I could literally and happily kiss you for this, that is if you'd like to!" She gently touched my arm, which kind of told me that yes, she was serious.

Well, I didn't think that'd be the honourable thing to do at all. First off, I had a girlfriend at the time and that would be a really dick move to be kissing others while attached to someone else. Also, had I not been with someone at the time, I still wouldn't have even considered it. The client had been through emotional, physical and psychological hell and I was not about to complicate that. Plus, kissing complete strangers without the courtesy of at least a first date? Not my bag, baby.

So, I sent her packing. Politely. With a simple, professional handshake and a friendly smile.

Good times.

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