Some of you may not believe this, but I have, in the past and maybe someday in the future, actually been responsible for other people, budget and schedule for product development. As a result of that Apocalyptic situation, I have become very wise in the ways of managing people and so I will pass some of this wisdom on to you. Casting pearls before swine, as it were.
And remember, you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink. Think about it.
Today's lesson is "The Four Kinds of People."
There are four kinds of people in this world. Yes, there are. Just four. Everyone you knew, know and will possibly know in the future can be categorized into one of these four types. Normally I'd draw this as a matrix but since I can't really do that with this medium we call "the internets" ((c) 2004 George W Bush) I'll just 'splain it to you using "words."
The four kinds of people are:
1) Smart-Smart
b) Smart-Stupid
iii) Stupid-Stupid
4) Stupid-Smart
It breaks down like this: people who are smart and know they are smart are smart-smart, people who are smart but think they are stupid are smart-stupid, people who are stupid and know they are stupid are stupid stupid and people who think they are smart but are actually stupid are, you guessed it, stupid smart.
I claim that of the four types, the first three are desirable. You can get useful work out of all three of those. Smart-Smart types are a handful but they ARE smart after all and you want some smart guys around. Smart-Stupid are the types who you have to encourage and bring along but they always come through for you. Stupid stupid people can also be trusted to execute on their tasks.
It's the stupid-smart types that do all the damage in a group or, God forbid they move up the ladder, to a division or an entire company. As a manager you will spend 75% of your time trying to keep the stupid-smarts from causing anything more than the minimal damage. You want to lay off stupid-smarts even though your upper management thinks you should lay off the stupid-stupids. Good luck with that one. Hell, good luck with all of it.
To help you identify the four types, I'll give some examples. Steve Jobs is a Smart-Smart. So is Bill Gates. Carly Fiorina is stupid-smart. Paris Hilton I'm thinking is a stupid-stupid. Most celebrities, though, are stupid-smart.
I'd like you to look around your office, store, neighborhood and decide who fits into which category.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Thursday, June 9, 2005
Laundramat Encounters
Laudromat Encounters
(Note: This is something I wrote for the amuselment of the folks I hang around with at a politics and culture web discussion board.)
Saturday I had to venture out and do something I hate to do; interact with the public. This is because, as most of you know, I hate people.
This time it was to launder my duvet. I have a large capacity washer that allows me to launder everything else (note to environmental chicks; it's one of those high efficiency washers that uses less water and electricity. Note to Republican chicks; it cost a LOT more than a regular washer). It can handle my king-size sheets easily, but the duvet is just too much.
So, I reluctantly left my heavily fortified hill-top compound, being careful to avoid eye-contact with my neighbors as I left and drove to the local coin laundry, where they have those big giant machines that will do a heavy-duty load for $3.25 (which is 1 Euro dollar or 579025341 Canuckistani rupees).
I was in luck; there were only a few people there when I arrived and none of the big machines (located in the back of the place) were being used. I loaded my duvet into one and then went to one of the side-by-side the change machines, located in the from of the store. Where all the people were.
The first dollar bill (also called a "note" by you Brits, Aussies, Kiwis, South Africans and Canadians) was being a little reluctant in its desire to be shoved into the changer slot; this gave one of the other customers there an opportunity to interact with me.
Crap.
This guy was wearing shorts, a t shirt, a trucker cap and wrap-around "American Chopper" label dark mirrored lens sunglasses. He commented, "Yeah, I hate it when the machine won't take my money."
Fair enough, a reasonable "small talk" type of comment.
"Oh, it'll go in a second..." I responded and sure enough, my "l337 haxor sk1llz" managed to make the bill ("note") get shoved into the machine and four quarters drop out the bottom. Like magic. Fuckin' magic.
So, is that enough for my "American Chopper" shaded friend? No. Not by a long shot. He then proceeded to tell me all about how "pretty soon" we'll all be using credit cards for everything "and the government will be tracking every move we make!" OK, you know what? That's actually a reasonable comment, too and something we all discussed back when the "Real ID" law passed here in the US and everyone was all afraid that having an actual ID to, you know, ID yourself was "bad."
So, I decided to engage this obviously deeply intellekshul individual to see just how far I could take this conversation.
"Yeah, you'll have one card for ID, passport, credit and debit cards."
He lit up. He'd found a kindred soul, someone who had thought about this nearly as much as he had.
"Oh yeah. And then they're gonna put a chip in your neck, man. The Indians (Alan's note: this confused me. The Cleveland Indians?) in Silicon Valley (I lived in Silicon Valley, I don't recall a lot of Native Americans there) are developing a chip that tracks you man. The government's gonna put it in every immigrant and track them and then it'll explode and kill them if they stay too l0ong. They're doing this, man!"
Seriously. That guy actually was saying this to me. I thought, "Dude, you've confused Escape From New York with real life. Who the fuck do you think you are, Snake Pliskin?"
So, I quickly but politely (because Snake Pliskin carried a big assed knife and so maybe this guy did, too) excused myself to go back to my $3.25 (1 Euro dollar or 579025341 Canuckistani rupees) machine and launder my duvet.
Later, I saw my new friend leave; he packed up his laundry and put it in his car - a beat up old compact station wagon emblazoned with "Bush/Cheney 2004" and "W 04" stickers.
So, Bushbots, this guy? He's all yours.
(Note: This is something I wrote for the amuselment of the folks I hang around with at a politics and culture web discussion board.)
Saturday I had to venture out and do something I hate to do; interact with the public. This is because, as most of you know, I hate people.
This time it was to launder my duvet. I have a large capacity washer that allows me to launder everything else (note to environmental chicks; it's one of those high efficiency washers that uses less water and electricity. Note to Republican chicks; it cost a LOT more than a regular washer). It can handle my king-size sheets easily, but the duvet is just too much.
So, I reluctantly left my heavily fortified hill-top compound, being careful to avoid eye-contact with my neighbors as I left and drove to the local coin laundry, where they have those big giant machines that will do a heavy-duty load for $3.25 (which is 1 Euro dollar or 579025341 Canuckistani rupees).
I was in luck; there were only a few people there when I arrived and none of the big machines (located in the back of the place) were being used. I loaded my duvet into one and then went to one of the side-by-side the change machines, located in the from of the store. Where all the people were.
The first dollar bill (also called a "note" by you Brits, Aussies, Kiwis, South Africans and Canadians) was being a little reluctant in its desire to be shoved into the changer slot; this gave one of the other customers there an opportunity to interact with me.
Crap.
This guy was wearing shorts, a t shirt, a trucker cap and wrap-around "American Chopper" label dark mirrored lens sunglasses. He commented, "Yeah, I hate it when the machine won't take my money."
Fair enough, a reasonable "small talk" type of comment.
"Oh, it'll go in a second..." I responded and sure enough, my "l337 haxor sk1llz" managed to make the bill ("note") get shoved into the machine and four quarters drop out the bottom. Like magic. Fuckin' magic.
So, is that enough for my "American Chopper" shaded friend? No. Not by a long shot. He then proceeded to tell me all about how "pretty soon" we'll all be using credit cards for everything "and the government will be tracking every move we make!" OK, you know what? That's actually a reasonable comment, too and something we all discussed back when the "Real ID" law passed here in the US and everyone was all afraid that having an actual ID to, you know, ID yourself was "bad."
So, I decided to engage this obviously deeply intellekshul individual to see just how far I could take this conversation.
"Yeah, you'll have one card for ID, passport, credit and debit cards."
He lit up. He'd found a kindred soul, someone who had thought about this nearly as much as he had.
"Oh yeah. And then they're gonna put a chip in your neck, man. The Indians (Alan's note: this confused me. The Cleveland Indians?) in Silicon Valley (I lived in Silicon Valley, I don't recall a lot of Native Americans there) are developing a chip that tracks you man. The government's gonna put it in every immigrant and track them and then it'll explode and kill them if they stay too l0ong. They're doing this, man!"
Seriously. That guy actually was saying this to me. I thought, "Dude, you've confused Escape From New York with real life. Who the fuck do you think you are, Snake Pliskin?"
So, I quickly but politely (because Snake Pliskin carried a big assed knife and so maybe this guy did, too) excused myself to go back to my $3.25 (1 Euro dollar or 579025341 Canuckistani rupees) machine and launder my duvet.
Later, I saw my new friend leave; he packed up his laundry and put it in his car - a beat up old compact station wagon emblazoned with "Bush/Cheney 2004" and "W 04" stickers.
So, Bushbots, this guy? He's all yours.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Lots of Gigs This Summer
We have at least a gig a month from May to October. Should be fun!
May 13 - Poway Summer Festival
June - Mot BCS Backyard BBQ
July 23 - Olivenhain party
August 6 - Ramona Street fair
September 11 - Poway Athletic Assocition Opening Day Ceremonies
October - User Conference show (maybe)
Wedge the Lake Arrowhead Beatles Night thing August 27 plus vacation after the September Poway show and it's a full summer!
May 13 - Poway Summer Festival
June - Mot BCS Backyard BBQ
July 23 - Olivenhain party
August 6 - Ramona Street fair
September 11 - Poway Athletic Assocition Opening Day Ceremonies
October - User Conference show (maybe)
Wedge the Lake Arrowhead Beatles Night thing August 27 plus vacation after the September Poway show and it's a full summer!
Saturday, February 26, 2005
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
My brother and I are unhappy with the escrow company our RE agent likes to use.
They suffer from Junk Fee Syndrome in our opinion and they are not very organized. Also, today, they announced that we have to pay them with a cashier's check "drawn on a California bank" (whatever that is). This, quite frankly, is bullshit. We felt perfectly justified in writing a check out of our LLC account.
As I put it to Paul, we are planning on doing regular business with all of these folks (agent, mortgage broker, insurance, escrow) and I expect a little consideration.
Some examples:
The escrow people send things out in dribs and drabs; a report approval here, a few days later another approval. FOr a while they were sending a form both of us had to sign to both of us at my address. We had to complain to our RE agent about that and then they sent things to both of us.
They refunded me $5K with the idea that I turn it right around and give it back to them (it's complicated). So, what did they do? They put it in the mail on Thursday, it arrived at my house on Friday, but they were closed Sat, closed Sun, closed Monday and we are scheduled to go in there tomorrow (Thursday) at noon to sign off. So, what was accomplished with that? Nada.
So, tomorrow we are putting our collective foot down and telling them that all future transactions will be with APK Properties LLC exclusively; no more "Alan and Paul" except as officers of APK. And we expect that a check from our company is acceptable just as we are supposed to accept a check from them.
We're in business. If I wanted to do things as private individuals we wouldn't have spent the $$ to LLC and open a business account, etc.
I came home tonight and put together a "bill" to the escrow company to present to them to make my point (as a joke). It has things like "report processing fee" and "report coordination fee" and "report delivery fee" plus I charge them $500 for a "non-standard payment method."
They suffer from Junk Fee Syndrome in our opinion and they are not very organized. Also, today, they announced that we have to pay them with a cashier's check "drawn on a California bank" (whatever that is). This, quite frankly, is bullshit. We felt perfectly justified in writing a check out of our LLC account.
As I put it to Paul, we are planning on doing regular business with all of these folks (agent, mortgage broker, insurance, escrow) and I expect a little consideration.
Some examples:
The escrow people send things out in dribs and drabs; a report approval here, a few days later another approval. FOr a while they were sending a form both of us had to sign to both of us at my address. We had to complain to our RE agent about that and then they sent things to both of us.
They refunded me $5K with the idea that I turn it right around and give it back to them (it's complicated). So, what did they do? They put it in the mail on Thursday, it arrived at my house on Friday, but they were closed Sat, closed Sun, closed Monday and we are scheduled to go in there tomorrow (Thursday) at noon to sign off. So, what was accomplished with that? Nada.
So, tomorrow we are putting our collective foot down and telling them that all future transactions will be with APK Properties LLC exclusively; no more "Alan and Paul" except as officers of APK. And we expect that a check from our company is acceptable just as we are supposed to accept a check from them.
We're in business. If I wanted to do things as private individuals we wouldn't have spent the $$ to LLC and open a business account, etc.
I came home tonight and put together a "bill" to the escrow company to present to them to make my point (as a joke). It has things like "report processing fee" and "report coordination fee" and "report delivery fee" plus I charge them $500 for a "non-standard payment method."
Sunday, December 19, 2004
Christmas Party Disaster
Where to begin?
The party was actually a very bad experience.
There were three people there that I did not know too well or at all; Mike (who came with his three young children), Steve the magician and his roommate Eddie. People started showing up at around 5:15 or 5:30 and we all were having a good time. Mike was invited by Rhonda, who is my across the street neighbor. His two daughters seemed very well behaved and Mike seemed OK, too. Sometime later Steve showed up with Eddie, whom I did not know. I have met Steve several times briefly and decided he was a good guy.
As the evening progressed a few things happened; Mike got extremely drunk. Eddie got extremely drunk. Steve was drinking but not extremely drunk.
The kids' gift exchange game went very well and then it was time for the adults. In the middle of the adult's game Eddie interrupted us to give a long, rambling speech about how he and Steve did a show for under-priviledged kids that day. Eddie must have thought we were just sitting around socializing and not playing the game. We finally booted him out and then started the game again.
A little while later he came back and interrupted again. "Who wants a magic show?" "Eddie, we're playing the game. Get out of here." I said. He looked at me and actually said - I mean he said this to me - "You have 10 minutes."
I should have kicked him out right then but I said, "No, we will finish when we finish. Get out of here."
Additionally, Don, the across the street and up one house neighbor was shit faced drunk and came in to watch the game. He tried to sit down on a chair and ended up missing, falling off and catapulting his drink all over the floor of the entry way (which fortunately is tiled). Gretchen and a few others were gracious enough to mop up for me.
After the game finished they put on a short magic show for the kids while I paced the house freaking out. A couple of folks talked me down and I was OK after a while. The magicians brought over some of the animals they use; a rabbit and a duck. After the show was over Eddie decided to bring the duck into the house; it got away from him and ran around the downstairs area and crapped on the floor and maybe the carpet.
When I saw that I went out to Steve and told him, "Eddie brought the duck in the house, it got away and crapped on the floor. Pack up your shit and both of you get out of here."
It was this point that Linda said to Mark, "Let's get out of here." How prophetic.
At some point later I all of a sudden heard a guitar playing. By now both Ed and Mark had left, so I knew it wasn't them. I go into the music room and see Mike playing my guitar. Mind you, I hadn't given him permission to play my beloved Martin.
I went into the backyard and told Floyd, who is strangely enough the one guy I relate to the most in the neighborhood (he's a retired Army Intel guy and is now a US Marshall for the downtown San Diego courthouse) that he was playing my guitar and I wanted him out of the house and sent home. His kids were still there and the oldest knew her Daddy was not behaving well, I think. The few around me agreed that he was drunk and should probably go home, so Floyd went in, took the guitar from him, brought it upstairs and put it in my bedroom closet and then escorted him and his daughters home. He was acting the asshole because instead of just going home with his tail between his legs as any real man would do he tried to talk his way out of it with me, which only served to cement his reputation as an asshole even more. His story was the Mark had shown it to him (which was fine, Mark has carte blanche with my gear, as does Ed) and so he decided to play it after Mark left (which Mark would not have allowed at all).
So, Floyd came back and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Less than an hour later Mike came back with one of his guitars and asked me to scratch it with his car key. I was getting furious and told him to get out again. This time my neighbor Avi escorted him home, but only after a fair amount of drama and a chair tossing scene by me since I was so incredibly angry that this guy would not go away and stay away.
People started leaving the party and soon it was down to just a handful. I was showing Katy, one of the neighbor women the living room photos and talking about them and the ideas behind the designs of the house when Mike came back in, unannounced.
I wanted to deck him at this point, just flatten him, but Katy intervened and almost literally shoved him out the door (and locked it behind him).
What I don't get it how supposedly more mature and responsible adults can act so badly in front of their kids. It is that element of "suburban angst" that I really really hate. It seems like so many people are not happy with themselves or their lives, but they keep a lid on all of it until one night it all comes out at once.
Sometimes it just amuses me but for whatever reason last night several people decided it was time to get their disappointments and unhappiness off their chests and exposed to everyone around them.
Mike thinks he was kicked out of my house for playing my guitar. He wasn't, he was kicked out for behaving badly and unpredictably. He didn't figure that out last night; maybe he has figured it out now. I hope to God I never see him again, at least I hope he doesn't come back down here one more time and attempt to irrelevantly explain himself. I felt bad for his daughter but maybe she'll take some sort of life lesson away from it.
Eddie was just an insincere showbiz creep. I can handle those as long as they don't expose the insincerity and selfishness too obviously. But his "Bring in the duck and let it loose" maneuver sealed his fate. And since Steve brought him Steve had to leave with him. It's my understanding that Steve chewed Eddie out there in the back yard after I told him what Eddie had done but too late and I don't care. Jenifer told me this morning that Bob told her that Eddie was dedicating vodka shots "to the children." He was also apparently hitting on Linda all night long, too. What an ass.
And Steve has been wanting to get hired at the local elementrary school which hasn't happened for a few years. The neighbor who was the former PTA president that hired him no longer has a kid at that school and the current PTA VP, another neighbor, won't hire him. He did this show as a way of getting her to hire him; I doubt that will happen now.
Don is a decent fellow - sort of - but he was just falling down stinking drunk and I personally don't get that at all.
As I explained to Katy later I can't afford to have these sorts in my life; I am too dependent on my family, friends and neighbors to allow jerks, creeps and asses to insinuate themselves into my life. I do not suffer fools gladly and I, as long as I have lived on this street anyway have NEVER behaved that way in any of my neighbors' homes. I find it inconceivable that I would get fall down stinking drunk, spill my cup contents all over the floor, bring wild animals into their houses or go through their prized possessions and examine, use or otherwise touch them without permission.
I compare these parties to the ones my friends in OC throw. They and their hipster friends don't seem to have any problem eating and drinking, conversing and otherwise socializing and NOT tearing the house apart. My house is an absolute wreck. It floors me that grown up people can behave in such bad ways. I am very glad my parents went home when they did and did not see the ridiculous spectacle these so-called adults created.
I guess I'm just uptight and uncool.
Where to begin?
The party was actually a very bad experience.
There were three people there that I did not know too well or at all; Mike (who came with his three young children), Steve the magician and his roommate Eddie. People started showing up at around 5:15 or 5:30 and we all were having a good time. Mike was invited by Rhonda, who is my across the street neighbor. His two daughters seemed very well behaved and Mike seemed OK, too. Sometime later Steve showed up with Eddie, whom I did not know. I have met Steve several times briefly and decided he was a good guy.
As the evening progressed a few things happened; Mike got extremely drunk. Eddie got extremely drunk. Steve was drinking but not extremely drunk.
The kids' gift exchange game went very well and then it was time for the adults. In the middle of the adult's game Eddie interrupted us to give a long, rambling speech about how he and Steve did a show for under-priviledged kids that day. Eddie must have thought we were just sitting around socializing and not playing the game. We finally booted him out and then started the game again.
A little while later he came back and interrupted again. "Who wants a magic show?" "Eddie, we're playing the game. Get out of here." I said. He looked at me and actually said - I mean he said this to me - "You have 10 minutes."
I should have kicked him out right then but I said, "No, we will finish when we finish. Get out of here."
Additionally, Don, the across the street and up one house neighbor was shit faced drunk and came in to watch the game. He tried to sit down on a chair and ended up missing, falling off and catapulting his drink all over the floor of the entry way (which fortunately is tiled). Gretchen and a few others were gracious enough to mop up for me.
After the game finished they put on a short magic show for the kids while I paced the house freaking out. A couple of folks talked me down and I was OK after a while. The magicians brought over some of the animals they use; a rabbit and a duck. After the show was over Eddie decided to bring the duck into the house; it got away from him and ran around the downstairs area and crapped on the floor and maybe the carpet.
When I saw that I went out to Steve and told him, "Eddie brought the duck in the house, it got away and crapped on the floor. Pack up your shit and both of you get out of here."
It was this point that Linda said to Mark, "Let's get out of here." How prophetic.
At some point later I all of a sudden heard a guitar playing. By now both Ed and Mark had left, so I knew it wasn't them. I go into the music room and see Mike playing my guitar. Mind you, I hadn't given him permission to play my beloved Martin.
I went into the backyard and told Floyd, who is strangely enough the one guy I relate to the most in the neighborhood (he's a retired Army Intel guy and is now a US Marshall for the downtown San Diego courthouse) that he was playing my guitar and I wanted him out of the house and sent home. His kids were still there and the oldest knew her Daddy was not behaving well, I think. The few around me agreed that he was drunk and should probably go home, so Floyd went in, took the guitar from him, brought it upstairs and put it in my bedroom closet and then escorted him and his daughters home. He was acting the asshole because instead of just going home with his tail between his legs as any real man would do he tried to talk his way out of it with me, which only served to cement his reputation as an asshole even more. His story was the Mark had shown it to him (which was fine, Mark has carte blanche with my gear, as does Ed) and so he decided to play it after Mark left (which Mark would not have allowed at all).
So, Floyd came back and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Less than an hour later Mike came back with one of his guitars and asked me to scratch it with his car key. I was getting furious and told him to get out again. This time my neighbor Avi escorted him home, but only after a fair amount of drama and a chair tossing scene by me since I was so incredibly angry that this guy would not go away and stay away.
People started leaving the party and soon it was down to just a handful. I was showing Katy, one of the neighbor women the living room photos and talking about them and the ideas behind the designs of the house when Mike came back in, unannounced.
I wanted to deck him at this point, just flatten him, but Katy intervened and almost literally shoved him out the door (and locked it behind him).
What I don't get it how supposedly more mature and responsible adults can act so badly in front of their kids. It is that element of "suburban angst" that I really really hate. It seems like so many people are not happy with themselves or their lives, but they keep a lid on all of it until one night it all comes out at once.
Sometimes it just amuses me but for whatever reason last night several people decided it was time to get their disappointments and unhappiness off their chests and exposed to everyone around them.
Mike thinks he was kicked out of my house for playing my guitar. He wasn't, he was kicked out for behaving badly and unpredictably. He didn't figure that out last night; maybe he has figured it out now. I hope to God I never see him again, at least I hope he doesn't come back down here one more time and attempt to irrelevantly explain himself. I felt bad for his daughter but maybe she'll take some sort of life lesson away from it.
Eddie was just an insincere showbiz creep. I can handle those as long as they don't expose the insincerity and selfishness too obviously. But his "Bring in the duck and let it loose" maneuver sealed his fate. And since Steve brought him Steve had to leave with him. It's my understanding that Steve chewed Eddie out there in the back yard after I told him what Eddie had done but too late and I don't care. Jenifer told me this morning that Bob told her that Eddie was dedicating vodka shots "to the children." He was also apparently hitting on Linda all night long, too. What an ass.
And Steve has been wanting to get hired at the local elementrary school which hasn't happened for a few years. The neighbor who was the former PTA president that hired him no longer has a kid at that school and the current PTA VP, another neighbor, won't hire him. He did this show as a way of getting her to hire him; I doubt that will happen now.
Don is a decent fellow - sort of - but he was just falling down stinking drunk and I personally don't get that at all.
As I explained to Katy later I can't afford to have these sorts in my life; I am too dependent on my family, friends and neighbors to allow jerks, creeps and asses to insinuate themselves into my life. I do not suffer fools gladly and I, as long as I have lived on this street anyway have NEVER behaved that way in any of my neighbors' homes. I find it inconceivable that I would get fall down stinking drunk, spill my cup contents all over the floor, bring wild animals into their houses or go through their prized possessions and examine, use or otherwise touch them without permission.
I compare these parties to the ones my friends in OC throw. They and their hipster friends don't seem to have any problem eating and drinking, conversing and otherwise socializing and NOT tearing the house apart. My house is an absolute wreck. It floors me that grown up people can behave in such bad ways. I am very glad my parents went home when they did and did not see the ridiculous spectacle these so-called adults created.
I guess I'm just uptight and uncool.
Monday, November 8, 2004
Halloween was a huge success thanks to the neigbor's Haunted Huse which attracted people from many miles away if we can believe what they told us. I worked the air nozzle from behind a curtain and it was great fun.
I have started the guest bathroom and it is supposed to be finished by Thanksgiving. This one is really just a remove, repair and replace job; no "art" involved, really. After that I wil probably do the entry but I am having a hard time figuring out who to talk to about geting a stair rail thing designed and manufactured. I've had several ideas but I'd really like to go with some sort of brushed stainless post and rail with cables in between.
All to code, of course.
I've done some good photography lately and will upload the more successful shots to pbase right after this.
I have started the guest bathroom and it is supposed to be finished by Thanksgiving. This one is really just a remove, repair and replace job; no "art" involved, really. After that I wil probably do the entry but I am having a hard time figuring out who to talk to about geting a stair rail thing designed and manufactured. I've had several ideas but I'd really like to go with some sort of brushed stainless post and rail with cables in between.
All to code, of course.
I've done some good photography lately and will upload the more successful shots to pbase right after this.
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