There are plenty more where that came from...
I understand that in Heaven, everything is Fine.
Band of Ewoks, apparently.
Star Wars Burlesque
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The sand on Mars is from basalt, which is a darkish gray color. The red comes from much smaller dust particles which settle everywhere.
But what are those weird tendril thingies?
In the Martian winter, carbon dioxide freezes out of the air. In the summer, that CO2 sublimates; that is, turns directly from a solid to a gas. When that happens the sand gets disturbed, and falls down the slopes in little channels, which spreads out when it hits the bottom. But this disturbs the red dust, too, which flows with the sand. When it's all done, you get those feathery tendrils.
DNA Lounge: Wherein the sanding will continue until morale improves.
Well, repairs are in full swing this month. There is a great deal of cutting of wood going on here, and a constant haze of plywood dust. It's just like old times.
And patching. So much patching. Look at the edges of that worn spot in the photo below. That's really a lot of layers of paint. Too many to sand off, so instead we're spackling, spackling, and then spackling some more, before re-painting the floors again. Normally we have to re-paint the main dance floor about every six weeks. Hopefully after this, it will last a bit longer.
It turns out that a more "real" repair job, e.g., tearing up the top layer of plywood and replacing it, would been so much more expensive that it's cheaper to just re-paint constantly.
I'm not entirely clear on what this dingus to the right is, but it's kind of cool. I suspect it's a left-over piece from the unused fourth station at the main bar, which we have just replaced with a cabinet.
Originally, way back when, we had planned on being able to have four bartenders at the main bar, but then after the bar had been built, we realized that for soundproofing reasons, we had to build a sound-dampening wall in front of the south door, which means that the main stairs had to turn instead of going straight down toward the door. That made the rightmost bar station basically unusable: anyone trying to stand there for service would be blocking the exit.
(Looking back, I see that I haven't really told the full story of the world of shit we nearly found ourselves in when we had to turn those stairs. Oh, man. We very nearly had to tear part of the balcony down and start over. It was a disaster, that was nearly an apocalyptically epic disaster. But it's a long story. Some other time.)
So anyway, that sink has been full of haphazardly-stored plastic cups ever since. Finally we've re-claimed that space with real shelves.
Check it out, it's a CØDE flyer! This is underneath one of the benches in the corner of the balcony. We're having some of the benches re-upholstered, which means that we've looked underneath them for the first time since... some time before 2002, I guess.
Did you know that 75% of household dust is human skin, and most of the rest is human hair and dust-mite poop?
Pretty sweet, huh? You're welcome.
Long ago, someone had punched a big hole into this wall in the lounge, and we hid that with the time-honored technique of hanging posters over the hole. Finally it is fixed. It hasn't been painted yet, but I think the minions did a great job of matching the texture!
Since we first opened, my standing instruction has been, "When you patch a hole in drywall, do so by replacing it with plywood." The next time someone punches this wall, they will remember it.
The green room (the smaller room to the right of the lounge) is looking pretty respectable right now. It's all patched, painted and basically done, making it the only place in the club that isn't currently coated in construction detritus. Devon says that this is his "happy place."
That's him being happy.
To the right is pictured the spot at the bottom of the backstage stairs where normally the ladders and dumpster live. Or, more accurately, lurk.
Just beyond these windows, you can see that same brick wall that is visible through the windows in the lounge. That wall is part of the Department of Human Services building around the corner. We think that our back windows were bricked over in 1953.
I suspect that these particular windows have been broken since 1985.
The hidden nooks and crannies of this place are just spilling over with character, let me tell you. Character in great, heaping fistfuls.
What are you are seeing in this photo is one of our new wifi routers. We used to have just one wifi access point, but I picked up a set of used Cisco Aironet 1230B access points on eBay for like $15 each, so now we have five of them spread around the club. We put them pretty much where the old kiosk stations had been, which seems strangely appropriate.
It turns out that a single access point (of any vintage) can only really handle 20 to 25 connections; it's a frequency/bandwidth thing, not a CPU thing. More connections than that, and you get too many IP packet collisions, and nobody gets anywhere. So really what you want is a bunch of access points with small range, rather than one access point with long range. So these all have their power cranked down enough that their cells just slightly overlap with each other. They all have the same SSID and bridge to the kiosk network, so your phone or laptop should be able to lock on to the closest one as you move around the building. That's the theory, anyway.
And finally --
Yeah. It's kind of like that.