Dream: Why Do I Care About Physical Plant?
Monday, Aug 14th:
I visited the cafeteria to ask someone about how they ordered food. I wanted to talk to the head of Physical Plant... I needed to understand how everything the college orders for everything got where it was going. They eventually told me I could leave him a message, since he was out of town.
I talked to workers in the outer offices, and ended up staying a half-hour late at work to finish something for Steve or Charles.
The academic building had a drop ceiling of open grills. Certain tiles were hinged open. Long, rigid conduits descended through the open panels from the darkness far above, ending in small security cameras. Some of them were ganged together on hinges, so that sets of cameras could swing without changing their spacing.
gunn mentioned something about the room.
I noticed a few small cardboard boxes on a nearby shelf. Cramped writing in black Sharpie labeled each box in the lower-left corner. All the labels were plays on words, and some of them felt like inside jokes. gunn thanked fayde for the gifts. (I think one of them was a dart gun.)
The door at the far end opened onto a semicircular class room. Windows lined the curving outer wall; several feet beyond, another set of windows opened onto Shaw Field. The arcing space between looked like a lab or a science storeroom. Heavy cables hung from the ceiling near stacks of inscrutable equipment.
Inside the classroom, a wide metal handrail followed the curve of the wall. A second railmounted just above the windowsheld about two dozen flood lights and theater spots. gunn mentioned that she did the lighting design for the school; she said these classrooms were trickier than they looked. Each giant spot cast only thin a glow at the front wall. Together, the effect was like a horde of flashlights.
I visited the cafeteria to ask someone about how they ordered food. I wanted to talk to the head of Physical Plant... I needed to understand how everything the college orders for everything got where it was going. They eventually told me I could leave him a message, since he was out of town.
I talked to workers in the outer offices, and ended up staying a half-hour late at work to finish something for Steve or Charles.
The academic building had a drop ceiling of open grills. Certain tiles were hinged open. Long, rigid conduits descended through the open panels from the darkness far above, ending in small security cameras. Some of them were ganged together on hinges, so that sets of cameras could swing without changing their spacing.
gunn mentioned something about the room.
I noticed a few small cardboard boxes on a nearby shelf. Cramped writing in black Sharpie labeled each box in the lower-left corner. All the labels were plays on words, and some of them felt like inside jokes. gunn thanked fayde for the gifts. (I think one of them was a dart gun.)
The door at the far end opened onto a semicircular class room. Windows lined the curving outer wall; several feet beyond, another set of windows opened onto Shaw Field. The arcing space between looked like a lab or a science storeroom. Heavy cables hung from the ceiling near stacks of inscrutable equipment.
Inside the classroom, a wide metal handrail followed the curve of the wall. A second railmounted just above the windowsheld about two dozen flood lights and theater spots. gunn mentioned that she did the lighting design for the school; she said these classrooms were trickier than they looked. Each giant spot cast only thin a glow at the front wall. Together, the effect was like a horde of flashlights.