The power of Brass

July 7th, 2005 4 comments

Last night I went to Drum Beauty, an outdoor drum corps show. Several of the participating corps were very good, and I enjoyed the show immensely. In what was a surprise to nobody, The Cavaliers won and the Madison Scouts placed. There’s nothing quite like a huge group of very talented brass and percussion players playing their hearts out. For those who haven’t seen a drum corps performance, it’s sort of like a marching band, except it’s entirely different.

In what has become an unsettling trend of me not following through on things, my previously-planned trip to San Diego now appears as though it’s not going to happen. D’oh!

Of course, we’ll be having our own version of California here in Minnesota for the next week or so. Forecasters (for what they’re worth) are currently predicting a streak of sunny days with temperatures in the upper 80s. See, summer does exist here! Just try to ignore the humidity and mosquitoes…

Fire

July 4th, 2005 1 comment

This morning, I woke to the sound of rain drops rapidly dinging on my air conditioner. It was a soothing sound, not unlike white noise. The air conditioner kept humming amid the metallic pings, and I kept lying in bed, taking full advantage of a Sunday morn. Relaxing.

Then, all of a sudden, FLASH! went a light outside my window. BANG! went a sound, almost on top of the flash. Bwwoooooo. went my air conditioner as the compressor and fans spun down. Beep Beep Beep! went my computer’s UPS. A veritable symphony, it was.

I got up to go and turn my computer off. Unfortunately, my UPS isn’t exactly the most powerful on the market, so when I turned my monitor on to guide the shutdown, things fell apart. The UPS let out a painful death groan then turned itself off. The monitor and computer went with it. Well… mission accomplished, if not exactly as intended.

Silence washed over the room. With no electricity, there are very few things to make noise in a modern home. The rain had stopped, and all of the motors had slowed to a halt. I lay in bed listening to the nothingness.

My ears strained for any sort of signal, as ears do in extreme quiet. A gentle susurrus from air moving in my ear became almost deafening in the absence of man-made noise.

Then, in the distance, I heard them. Sirens — several of them. Was somebody injured? Had the lightening beget a fire? Gradually, the wails grew louder and nearer. A couple of deep horn blows revealed the mystery emergency vehicles to be fire trucks. I lay in wait, concentrating to hear the Doppler shift that would indicate the trucks’ passage. But it never happened. The sirens grew louder, then stopped. I heard the distinct hiss of air brakes and the rumble of a diesel. The trucks must have been close.

The night before, I finished reading Working Fire, the autobiographical story of an Ivy-league graduate becoming a career firefighter in Oakland, California. It’s a good book: a captivating quick read. My knowledge of the real life of firefighters was heretofore limited to some sound bites tracing (at least according to my fuzzy memory) to Grandstaff‘s days as an EMT. I found the book’s description of firehouse dynamics quite interesting, and the bits of firefighting technique scattered through the book provided pleasant garnish.

For a while now, I’ve toyed with the idea of becoming a “volunteer” fire fighter. There are several barriers to me doing so, most notably that I live in St. Paul, which (as a major city) doesn’t have a volunteer fire department. Still, I think the idea has merit. I think it would be an exciting, worthwhile, slightly adventurous endeavor. I like the idea of helping people. I like the idea of confronting a powerful enemy, like fire. And, of course, I think fire apparatus are really cool. In fact, aside from all things Porsche, I think that big aerial fire trucks are some of the best-looking machines ever made. If I ever move to a location conducive to volunteer firefighting, I’ll pursue the opportunity.

After listening to the fire frequency with my scanner, I learned that the call had been a false alarm. The trucks pulled away, leaving me once again with silence. A few moments later, the electricity returned, and with it, I was pulled back into the sounds of modern life.

Ug

June 14th, 2005 17 comments

This entry started as a long bitching session. I’ll summarize the hundreds of words into a few sentences: I am bored as hell. I feel adrift and unchallenged. I have it too easy for my own good. I need some sort of significant change in my life, and soon.

I need to find something to feel passionate about.

I need to find the will to get out of this rut.

The state

June 9th, 2005 Comments off

The weather was beautiful today. Warm temperatures, tolerable humidity, and sunny skies. No bugs. Perfect. For a moment, it occurred to me that I might not be in Minnesota.

I was driving along when I noticed something that assured me that, no, I hadn’t inadvertently transplanted myself to Texas: Guy riding Harley. Guy’s elementary-school-aged son on the back of the bike. Sidecar attached to bike. Full hockey bag and two goalie sticks riding in sidecar.

Yup, definitely Minnesota.

The interns

June 7th, 2005 1 comment

Most of the summer interns that my company hired are now here. It seems like only yesterday that I was an intern; in reality, it was two years ago.