October 24, 2003
Dreaming of a White Campus
It was raining ash today. The fire over in Rancho/wherever has been raging, and its dumping ash into Claremont. The sun was a bright orange when I got up this morning and the sky was even muddier than usual. I blame clinic.
See, I have this theory that my clinic teleconferences are cursed. Perhaps some minor deity in charge of corporate productivity, or telephonic connectivity has been slighted, and the full fury of his wrath shall be borne by the people of Rancho Cucamonga (could also the be the demon of silly names). So far we are 1 for 5 on successful conference calls, with no indication that things will improve. The one that actually worked was a month ago. Since then, we’ve had three failures:
- The conference call service didn’t work, so after about 40 minutes of waiting, we got an email from Brian, so we called him at his office. Mike could not connect.
- The conference call service was not set up. After waiting 20 minutes, we called Brian, who had just gotten back from a trip to Boston, and had forgotten our call.
- Today, we connected to the conference call, the conversation started with all present, and we got nearly forty seconds into our talk when the power in all the buildings went down. The fire.
I also hear that there is increased sunspot action that will be interfering with communications for a while, so I can already predict what will happen next week. The thing that really worries me, though, is that the week after that, we’re supposed to have a face-to-face meeting. Now, there’s little that could affect Los Angeles so greatly that someone was unable to drive from Fullerton to Claremont, so I think the astute among you have already reached the same conclusion that I have:
The Big One.