Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Bently again



spent all day at the bentley in alexandria today, familiarizing myself
with the equipment, and trying to help the GM get his air condition
going in his vacant bldg. managed to get much of it running but
returned to the boiler room to re-try the equip we skipped over because
there was no power, and we didn't know if power was controlled from
another piece of equip or not.

turns out the breaker that i pointed out when we first started that was
tripped went to one of his motor control centers and everything that had
no power was running from there. it had a short in the buss bars and
I spent a couple of hours educating the electricians that I had him call
in. and no, it is not the $1,200 breaker.

who cares you say? well I took my camera to capture this picture for
you of a
sculpture that i found interesting. if it looks like a bunch of old a/c
ducts of various sizes bolted together thats because...well, I don't
know what the artist was thinking, but he managed to sell this big pile
of scrap to the city for a nice chunk of change i'm sure. goes to show,
Dad was right, people will buy anything.      
 

5 comments:

Lydia Carroll said...

such a smart boy. why dont u just do like daddy and wire everything backward and secure yourself a job that no one else can work on? or maybe u dont like having to go to alex.
hey, reckon if i bolt all that junk appliance together on my back porch somebody will want to buy it!?

Byron @ said...

someone will want to buy it. but washing machines are already done.
washing_machine_art

Lydia Carroll said...

hah! imagine that. well my appliances are one refrig and one freezer that i was abt to pay the drunk next door a couple dollars to haul off but now i dont know if i should get rid of such precious art.

Michael Reece said...

can you compete with Stonefridge?

Lydia Carroll said...

oh my! dont think i'm willing to collect so many precious pieces. my daddy was way ahead of these guys with his collection of junk of every kind. nobody gave him a friggin thing for his junk. the criminals stole his ideas.