Careful reconstruction
What do I write about today? Should I look back on what I did, or didn’t, or wanted to do? Oh, the possibilities.
I had a calendar with multiple things to do today. The only catch was that they were all scheduled at the same time. A chance to dance. My building is long and lean (a former elementary school), so I simply pretended that each instance was my only duty, and then shuffled from one spot to another. A shell game of sorts. And luckily, nobody noticed. An absence of disaster, or a tribute to my planning. Guess we’ll never really know.
I’m still caught up in the marathon of Titanic proportions. Tonight, the reconstruction of a spark transmitter (which I really enjoyed). So many coils of wire, used to up the voltage until the gap was bridged. Even the tests for the making of the documentary required the inclusion of a Faraday cage. After all, a real transmitter will still be heard on real radios, even if we’ve let a century slip by. For the record, the cage resembled a large chicken coop. Nothing too technically challenging.
I learned how to make my own life preserver (assuming I can find several kilos of cork), and the real thing of interest is that you can injure your face if you jump from the top rail of a sinking liner while appropriately dressed for the occasion. I’ll keep that in mind.
The rest of the crew are off to a rare English movie at the local cineplex, so it’s just me ‘n the dog keeping guard around here.
