Throwing Instant Heat

(hah)

I've had to leave these discussions at Samizdata in order to bear down on a pressing AutoCAD project, the first looks at which I just shot off to my brother Bryan, who's down in Puerto Rico, at work. So, I calls him up to let him know that there are drawings inbound. He's about half-dizzy from sleep deprivation, and chatty. He gloats over the weather. ("Just shut the fuck up," I engage, cheerily.)

Then he starts telling me about how this show has been weighing on his mind in a million details, but how it's just falling together on the fly under his fingertips in the dark as he's progamming and cueing lights for this corporate event. Just one of those things: sometimes, circumstances conspire with all the right personalities looking at one's work, and one can do no wrong, even if one isn't exactly certain what the next move is and it's coming fast. Out of thin air, he pulled a cue involving IMAG projection and one solitary speaker with the whole rest of the room in full black, to thundering applause from the clients, who really had no idea how loosely he'd been improvising.

That's a wonderful sensation: throwing strikes like that, in such a subjective game.

I told him, "Be cool. Never talk about a no-hitter." Sent him back to work.

Which is where I'm going, now.