Rate of Change

Things happen by fits and starts. There are rumors of change, meetings to plan this and that, and lots of waiting in between. Then--and I'm not sure if it's a fit or a start--everything happens at once, creating a level of chaos that requires, as Hunter Thompson says in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, "a real connoisseur of edge work." Such a fearful convergence rules the station today. The long anticipated building renovation is heralded by jackhammers and sawzalls, and the operation of a large orange crawler-thingie that causes the whole structure to shudder and groan as if was being chewed and shaken by a tyranosaurus. The production studio is gutted out to accommodate new gear to serve the next round of the UpNorth Music project. Joel contemplates a stupendous new computer screen that gives one cause to wonder, "How big is God's monitor?" And Radio Bob is teleporting himself back and forth between Waterman Hill, where our new transmitter tower is dragging itself up toward the stratosphere.

Amid this high craziness, more meetings are going on behind the plastic sheets that serve in place of windows in the station kitchen. Whatever comes of this round, it is likely to happen at the same time as everything else.