Okay, here's what happened in August.
I saw Radiohead at All Points West. I was extremely close. They were incredibly loud. Here are some shots!
That last one was during National Anthem and gives you an idea of the sort of lighting capabilities they brought on this tour. Pretty magnificent.
I also got a job working for Industrial Acoustics Company (IAC) located in the Bronx. (website: www.industrialacoustics.com) They are a niche company specializing in the design and manufacturing of acoustically-rated structures.
I am working as a contract mechanical engineer, preparing drawings and releasing orders to the shop. It's a good thing to be having an income that's for sure. The smaller scope of the company (compared to LM) makes everything a bit more real... visibility is higher. It makes your contributions more rewarding and your mistakes more 'educational' (everyone sees you f'ed up).
After my first week at work Miranda and I flew to Colorado to visit her dad. He had organized a party of about a dozen of his friends to take a ride on the Winter Park train. This takes you from Denver up into well, Winter Park. The beautiful views gained from the passenger cars were only enhanced by the encyclopoedic knowledge of our railfanning hosts. "This is where Train x de-railed and crashed into the ravine", "These dummy cars were placed to block the severe winds which were frequently dismantling freight trains".
I didn't have my camera for this but you can find plenty of pictures of Winter Park on a google search.
I also had my first encounter with an 'alpine slide' at our destination. This is basically a downhill concrete bobsled course to be taken at high speeds by the rider, by means of a small personal cart with a simple brake mechanism. Now, I'm not saying you should go out of your way to experience this, but if any form of opportunity even begins to arise, my advice is to cease upon it fully. I nearly compromised the cleanliness of my trousers.
Here's a poached shot of one of the turns:
More later folks. Ta ta for now.
Jorge on the big screen. They had these huge monitors and entire set of amplifiers for every block or so. The police started restricting movement from block to block once the main stage fired up.
Miranda and a samba dancer. A lot of birds died so you could enjoy this photograph.
These guys were playing on Little Brazil street. In the background some travel ads. Apparently Julio Bogoricin is the place to be.
