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Carmine and I headed up to Montana to check on the ranch before winter hit, and winter began while we were there. Cmonster would wake me up in the night when the wood stove needed stoking, while the snow slid and thumped and wholloped off of the steel roof all night.

The first image is a Magpie’s snow angel.

Two days before the snow hit Rodney shot a big buck deer, then drove back to California just ahead of the storm.

My truck got a bit muddy.

Then, back in Utah for Haloween, and E & I carved pumpkins at the neighbor’s annual Jack-O-Lantern party.

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The new transformers finally arrived, and immediatly fried out. I suggested we just bypass that system and wire them directly- which works. We can’t bypass on the mobile though- so no light there. We are down to the week of the library opening, next week, when the latest transformer fix comes back. The problem wasn’t addressed on the last fix, instead the fried parts were replaced under the assumtion that my wiring or the electrician’s wiring had caused the problem (though we both knew that wasn’t the case- and that was proved out today when it all fried out again…). Now the folks who make the computer boards for the display controls have a mystery on their plate, with a fast approaching deadline- and their #1 genius out on vacation.

Meanwhile, I could finally put the stone caps on the tops of the units, as I had been waiting til we could test the lights. The white unit (far right) needed a bit of tweaking so I brought it home and worked it as minimally as I could, as I don’t want to risk snapping it with vibrations of power tools. It should be fine now. I’ll head back out tomorrow and set it, as well as mix up more 5 minute epoxy with milled glass as grout and do some touch-up, then give it all a final wax.

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With my big TIG welder in Glen’s trailer, and pulling a big rented diesel generator to power the welder with my truck- we got to the park and the new topknot went on quickly. We had things prepped on Monday, but were rained/psyched out by the brewing spattering never coming together storm. Just as well, as the breeze would have puffed away my gas envelope for welding.

I pulled the plug apart for the TIG and hard wired directly into the generator- I was unoficially shown how to do this at the rental place, then there was a little hysteria over liability issues and they told me to hire an electrician, then the manager came out and showed me how to do it anyway. It is really simple, but if you cross a wire when setting up out on the site, or when you put it all back together and fire up the welder in your own shop- blam! and of course most nitwits would cry foul that they blew up their own stuff by not following simple directions- so I can see why the rental place was squeamish.

Tim is happy, and so are the park patrons and neighbors.

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How many lighting consultants does it take to turn on a lightbulb?

This seemed to be an unanaswerable question for a few hours today, but it turns out that 1 is the answer (plus 1 electrician)- but it will take another week.

The lights in the mobile were mostly on for about 10 minutes, the lights for the wall pieces are still waiting to fire. Parts need to be sent back to the manufacturer, reengineered and sent back, reinstalled, and tweaked.

Since the panel box is at the 40′ ceiling, this means the lift will darken the library entrance for another week as well.

All for a fancy chandelier. (the image of the full stone side is with no electric lights, just sunlight)

The Quail didn’t last three weeks before vandals took a trophy: the single-dad buck had his topknot bashed away. Luckily, I have a spare. Next Monday is the sceduled reattachment.

I filed down the ragged edge, as kids like to pat their heads- and although he feels a bit shy, or like he has a bad haircut, or went suddenly bald- he assures me he will be fine as long as he gets the replacement soon.

 

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The Pole Of Doom, unbendable and unhangable- or so the legend told. Many a Hero had entered its lair and made the attempt to lift it 30 feet in the air and clip it to the hanging pipe: and many a Hero had never returned.

That’s why Shawn and I work as a team. He knew a sailor’s trick of binding webbing to a vertical pole, and I figured how we could leapfrog our two electric hoists coupled with a few big lanyards to daisychain The Pole Of Doom (TPOD) to clip into the big hook in the sky.

Three hours later, no one had died, no lifts had toppled through the walls of the building, and the pole was flying like a horizontally levitating pencil.

Then came the plan I’d come up with to hang the big Yellow box, involving a rope from the end of TPOD & another rope dropping from the arm of the Y Box- both ropes joining to a separate hoist a ground level, and the hoists hooked to webbing held down by 300 pounds of sand.

The other side of TPOD should have had its own 400 pound weight, as well as the 390 pounds necessary to counterbalance the stone end. But I overthought it, and wound up thinking wrong, changed the original plan, and only had the 390 counterbalance. This led to a reimagineering of the two hoists on the opposite end, with one hoist moving to anchor a small 860 pound vertical lift we rolled in from another room.The back & forth cost us a fair chunk of time, but once things were in place it all went back up soon enough- about a 14 hour day.

Which just left another full day of wiring and tweaking and taking off salt cubes and reatatching them, and spinning the big Yellow box 90 degrees by adding another caribiner without taking its load off the sculpture- this took a great bit of high magician skill.

It is a Legend. It’s a blog Legend. And it is true, in Herriman Library.