 | the lady with the hole in her stocking (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) steph99) wrote,
@ 2008-02-28 18:35:00 |
Speaker cables
I'm consolidating old hard drives, and I'm finding old inboxes and pictures and chat logs. I found this, from sometime before May, 2001:
I make my bread and butter huddled over a keyboard muttering obscenities, climbing under desks fumbling with connectors, and scuttering around in a very loud, cold data center following ethernet cables to their (il)logical ends.
I'm a geeklet.
I got my first computer job because I'd done more muttering, fumbling, and plugging at a college radio station, and had discovered that your web page changes faster if you work right on the unix server. That was enough to get me in the door for digital editing of taped technical courses. Hours and hours of drier-than-drywall rambling about ansi standards punctuated with coughs and clearings-of-the-throat.
So you'd think with this kind of background I'd be able to plug in a speaker.
I thought so too.
The boy and I were at a gig setting up for the night. We plugged in the turntables and flipped on the amp. McCoy Tyner tumbled gracefully out of one speaker, but not the other. I did a little trouble-shooting and before Boy quite understood, I told the owner we had a bad 1/4 inch cable, and he went to get another.
He found one and came back to the turntable area. I stood in front of him and held out my hand.
He handed it to the Boy.
