So, something sort of unexpected is happening right now, thank my internal being that I gave up expectations when I was seven years old. This unforeseen chance is the end result of a thought made transfer with communication and honesty from one individual to another. Many of you know that an article was written by Karen Sullivan of the Charlotte Observer (which Cedar lovingly refers to as: the wet thing at the end of the driveway) on the Hackerspace's donation of time effort in providing 6 of the ten laptops thus far delivered to Haiti via the Laptop Round Up for the Real.
Now comes the challenge that I never planned for, yet somehow I feel prepared to handle. There are 34 machines in the county that need to be picked up and warehoused. Once in a safe place which is looking like between my studio here at the ranch and the Hackerpsace's hideout, they will be inventoried and scheduled over the next few months for repair. This is really exciting and leading me to believe that I should form a small delegation willing to travel with me to Haiti soon. The idea would be that we would each be carrying with us computers to be put on the ground there.
In the meantime, the Hackerspace Charlotte is offering an open door Friday night during the North Davidson (No Duh) gallery crawl. The shop will be open to the public and all y'all are encouraged to stop by and say hello, even if you do not have laptop to give. Word is that there will be an adult beverage available and you can check out not only their newest CNC machine, but as well that crazy thing that makes lightening. No tease, you will feel alive once you set foot, or feet into their space, the Hackerspace.
The location: 430 East 36th Street, Charlotte. After you cross Davidson on 36th, just before the first set of tracks, go left around the side of the building and look for the wooden stairs seen above in the image I made this afternoon while looking for my long lost (since Tuesday night) glove. In case you were wondering I wound up finding it as I re-rode my route home the other night. Amazingly enough I found my glove at the 4800 block of Shamrock balled up, and soaking wet. I hate when I loose gear, but love when I find it a few days later after thinking about how the search would play out. For the past few days I have felt like Michael Jackson, now that I have both of my gloves, that feeling should dissipate.
For those of you who missed this little tidbit on my Faceliftbook Page, enjoy, and ask to be my 'friend', that way you will get the sneak peeks. If I knew who you were, I would surely ask to be yours!