Fun In San Fran: Another Return Back From Yet Another Ship

Back to Atlanta from yet another lighting installation on a cruise ship.

This time was 6 nights in San Francisco. While every work night was spent on the ship, our last travel day was spent running around the city. I forgot how much I loved the city and this recap won’t do it justice. I didn’t hit all the strange places I wanted to visit (The Wave Organ on the bay & the Camera Obscura near Cliff House) but I did manage to hit the badly great Musee Mecanique on Pier 45 (location on My Google Map.) This is now a new favorite place of mine and I’ll be singing its praises! Check its link for a more thorough details on this odd museum.

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Musee Mecanique, originally uploaded by Octoferret.

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Opium Den at Musee Mecanique, originally uploaded by lindn.

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Musée Mécanique, originally uploaded by SRLrobot.

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can-can | musee mecanique, sf, originally uploaded by solsken.

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All the pix are from different flickr people because I forgot my camera. Also on the tour of San Fran’s greatest hits was walking from the pier to Coit Tour to Lombard St. to China town before I got to meet up with a friend.

While waiting for her in front of City Light’s Bookstore, I got to witness the disturbing criminal act/street theater of a cracked-out pimp messing with his equally cracked-out prostitute. They argued in the street, got into a headlock on the sidewalk and generally freaked out the people nearby. Fortunately Kelly soon picked me up and took me on the second most crooked street in the city and later that night to the St. Francis Fountain, a nice soda fountain

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St. Francis Fountain, originally uploaded by Telstar Logistics.

Kelly was a great tour guide, took me to the airport and she promised in the future to point out spelling errors/typos on my site, which she reads on a regular basis. What else could I ask for? So, Kelly, thanks for a great end to a long week.

A Return from Sea: Back From The Cruiseship

I’ve had one full day back on land, having worked a cruiseship for 13 days. It was 11 work days and two of travel. The company I worked for updated and installed new theatrical lighting systems aboard the ship. No better way to keep me off-line than charging 75 cents a minute for Internet access, ,.

It was the hardest work I’ve done in years, consecutive 14-hours days with a 21-hour day the second to last night worked. Grueling to be sure, but the final installation was a sight to behold, a beautiful collection of high-tech lighting features with not a cable to be seen. Its a tough thing to make such a complex installation look simple. But that’s the job. It did suck much being atop a ladder, reaching overhead while on at sea under power. Coupldn’t be happier now that I’m home.

Now I am here, blogging, uploading pictures to the computer and recuperating. A much needed massage was had earlier in the day, and a visit to the chiropractor tomorrow will sort my back out some more.

I return to an Atlanta in full bloom and pollinating like crazy. Its nice to see trees and animals, things not seen on a ship.

Off the Cruiseship and Back on Shore

I returned on Friday from a week-long stint aboard the Rhapsody of the Sea in Mobile, Alabama. We were working on the theater while the ship was in drydock. Which sucked a bit. Imagine a casino, hotel, theater, restaurants and conference center jammed into a boat and all being renovated at once. Also imagine during the week planned outages of water, heat and power, and no internet. Plus my crappy phone worked for only short periods of time. I bitch about the boat but the work while completely ass-kicking was a great opportunity.

Now I’m back home, loading pictures into Flickr, sending back a few emails, making some calls, and finding that the internet is still here in all its glory. How did I survive?

Running Aground in Mobile, AL: My First Cruise Ship

At the end of this week I got a sweet work gig. I’ll be installing a theater’s lighting/power rig on a cruiseship. In Mobile, AL… drydock. I hope to be able to visit Henry Stuart’s hurricane-proof hut (see A Hermit’s Refuge Is Now a Writer’s Muse – New York Times). But with 10-hour days and no great transportation options from the harbor, I may not be able to leave the ship. But while onboard I get a cabin to myself and paid meals. So, being locked up on ship may mean saving all my dough.

I’m intrigued and pleased that my first time on a cruiseship will be work related. Time spent there will mean money earned, not spent. This will be an interesting view behind the scenes, and a chance to see the ship and crew free of tourists and all that they would demand. Almost every job I’ve had has an element of public display: museum installations, theatrical performances and corporate events. What takes place in order to get these events ready for public consumption is usually a whirlwind of activity, often unseen nor even suspected.

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Coincidentally, while surfing the interwebs, I found out about one man’s attempt to build a cruiseship of his very own. Francois Zanella’s boat

This man’s ship is great and so is his story.