End of the line - a hot but comfortable five miles out...
... a bit of effort with reward...
End of the line - a hot but comfortable five miles out...
... a bit of effort with reward...
Got a call from a good client - "Hey, we're involved with design and constructing a new memorial to the Navy Seabees. Callin' around to a few consultants to see if you guys can help out. One condition - it's all donation work in support of the project. No compensation involved, but as a thank you major contributors will get their name permanently etched on a brick in the memorial wall honoring the former fighting men. Thought about it for a minute. Not a hard decision - and our regional VP and direct supervisor (and overall good guy, Jack) was a former Seabee ta' boot. "You bet, count us in - although, we want the name of our VP, Jack, on the brick". For our contribution we subsequently scheduled a crew, equipment and field engineer for a day for some preliminary site evaluation.
Never mentioned a word about it to Jack. After completion of the project, during his next visit in town took 'em up there for a surprise visit. He got a bit misty, especially when he saw his eponymous memorial brick. Those were fondly remembered and often quoted times for Jack. No tales of daring combat, but some interesting seat-of-your-pants engineering and construction.
A week or two later get a call from the big cheese corporate CEO himself. He lays into me - "How can you be out there doing work for free?!... that office isn't making any money as it is!! (after a big monthly deduction for corporate overhead)... Now we're liable for anything that goes wrong!!!... what the f*k are you thinking??!!... and this is the same guy who was gloating during his address to our group at the last regional managers conference over personally taking a group of clients on a $32K hunting trip to Texas. Let him rage on, the whole time thinkin' "f*k you too - it took guys bein' buried all across the Pacific to get that memorial built - I only had to piss off one a**hole CEO".
"Thanks for the call - nice talkin' to ya' again, Howell."
He got over it. Was a decent guy actually - got to pay himself big bucks to chew people out. Probably made five successive similar calls immediately after slamming the phone in my ear.
We were eventually assisted by a brilliant guy named Jeff Walters who set us up a web site with video streaming capability (powered by Adobe Flash Player and third-party server capacity). The site went on-line in 2005, preceding aforementioned YouTube and Vimeo by a few months (at least that's the first time we were aware of them). Their emergence tossed our business plan out the window, so ever after we've been at it for the usual fun. We managed the site (producing our own content) since then. Nothing that we'd personally call brilliant, but we always received a favorable response. Out favorite comments were from folks who said that they liked to view our stuff while "f*k'n off at work".
Just recently we decided to disband the website. This was mainly in response to Adobe disabling Flash Player support at the end of 2020. We also had since moved on to other endeavors. We hadn't really added any new content since around 2012, and hadn't picked up a motion picture (aka: video) camera since around 2010, concentrating on still photography. The web site had been lingering. The old format video content, while still fun to view, had additionally become aged and definitely not up to current standards. Time to move on.
Since then we've had a few folks inquire as to the availability of MP4 or DVD-format copies of certain videos. That's not a problem as we have all the content stored (DVD-format) on a DVD disc printer hard drive. To simplify, we used some recent free time to convert the videos from DVD to MP4-format for upload to computer hard drive. We subsequently opened a YouTube account for uploading for private viewing access. We'll occasionally link to one herein.
In tribute to Strongman Matt, our inaugural upload is Solo (2004):
Johnny Utah: “Yea - I got my Knee folded back about 90ยบ the wrong way.”
Bodhi: “That’s why you never went pro?”
Johnny Utah: “Two years of surgery - missed my window. Went to law school instead.”
Bodhi: “Law school? You’re a Lawyer?! Well, life’s not over yet man, you’re surfin’.”
- 'Point Break (1991)
"Knowledge is conventionally considered to be of two kinds: subjective and objective, knowing what and knowing how, having and being. The 'what' type is objective knowledge that you can acquire and have. It's the analytical knowledge of science, of facts that can be measured, calculated and tested, and so is almost the only knowledge taught in schools... The other kind of knowledge is "how", knowledge of being, of body, mind and soul that you can only discover for and in yourself."
- 'The Tao' (Mark Forstater - 2001)
Creating an authoritarian "coalition" to promote and encourage throngs of migrant city folks to overuse and disrupt long established traditional climbing areas, many natural rattlesnake habitat, makes about as much sense to us as establishing an authoritarian government entity "to protect wildlife and their natural habitats" that subsequently installs a 24/7/365 hissing, vibrating gas well directly enclosed by natural rattlesnake habitat. Not long thereafter, and to present, there is not a snake to be seen. And that was probably the largest concentration of rattlers we've encountered here within our beloved ridge tops. Climbed there for over twenty years - would occasionally step over rattlers. They didn't bother us - we didn't bother them.
Bodhi: They only live to get radical, they don't have any real understanding of the sea, so they'll never get the spiritual side of it."
Some drag racing action from last fall - Nostalgia Days at Keystone Raceway. Files and files of images as usual. Arbitrarily picked a bunch:
Another '69 - '71 Camaro
"Hey - Check this out!"
Early Saturday morning after a late night flight into the city. Follow Matt into the garage and am immediately rollin' the grapes over his newly purchased Porsche. Don't recall the model. It's a beauty - red, black leather interior. He's pointin' features and spoutin' specifications a mile a minute.
"C'mon - I'll take ya' for a ride!"
Five minutes later we're exiting Rt. 215 onto I-95 North. It's highway cruising speed for a few miles to the Lee Canyon Road exit. The car rides and handles like a dream. Beyond that the highway is an arrow straight open track for the next twelve miles to Indian Springs. He throttles it. Even from 60mph that things got plenty of impressive torque. We're immediately pullin' a few G's and firmly planted in the passenger seat.