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Bootstrapping
When engineers build a suspension bridge, first they draw a thin cable across a body of water. Then they use that cable to hoist a larger one. Then they use both cables to pull a third, and eventually create a thick cable of intertwined wires that you can drive a truck across (actually hundreds of trucks). My father was a bootstrapper: a high steel construction worker whose first big job was the George Washington Bridge, which connected Manhattan with his home town of Fort Lee, New Jersey. The bridge was completed in 1931, the year he turned twenty-three. Pop's favorite job on the bridge was rigging the giant cables that draped from cliff to cliff across the bridge's 600-foot towers. When my sister Jan and I were small, he'd take us for walks on the bridge — then just a couple blocks from our Grandmother''s house — and explain how they hung and wrapped the cables, how he and his buddies would cut the hanging carriage loose at one tower and ride it up and down the parabola draped in space between the two towers, not sure if the thing would hold in one piece or if they'd get killed looking for cheap thrills. I'n fact, I'm pretty sure that's the old man, right there on top of the hanging carriage in this archival picture. For all I know, he might be in some of these other cable-rigging pictures, here and here. I thought about Pop a lot the last time I was in New York. The view from our tiny apartment there includes a small slice of the bridge. Looking at it brought back the pride I felt as a kid — and still feel — knowing Pop helped build this magnificent thing. I was born sixteen years after the bridge was finished. By that time Pop had already lived an adventurous life, serving twice in the military (the second time in WWII) and working as a gandy dancer on The Alaska Railroad. His specialty was building railroad trestles. It was in Alaska that he met Mom, a Swedish girl from North Dakota, doing social work for the Red Cross out of Anchorage. It's funny. We had a pretty standard suburban life when I was growing up in New Jersey. Mom was a teacher. Pop sold insurance. But Jan and I always knew our parents were a little... different. Good, hard-working people, but adventurers too. Mom is still around, going strong at 87. Pop died in 1979. I still miss him. He'd have loved the Web and all the bootstrapping it takes to build it right. Addenda...
Tom von Alten also adds this correction: Great image, and probably too poetic to be niggling about, but the curve of cables under their own weight is a catenary, rather than a parabola, fwiw. He also points us to a fun page on the PBS Super Bridge site. Fear & Loathing on the Gonzo book trail Don't ask Chris Locke how his book on Gonzo Marketing is coming. Dr. Thompson seems to be on the case, according to the latest EGR. e.g.:::
Will all this niceness not cease? Gary Beach, a great guy I remember fondly from my days in the advertising business, sources Cluetrain in his current CIO editorial, titled "Get a Clue." One of the best lines:
And he's an ace Here's a nice thing: Glenn reports collecting the acquaintence of all four Cluetrainer co-authors, and then says very kind things both about Cluetrain itself (The Cluetrain Manifesto is a clever bit of samizdat that became a real book. Sort of like pinocchio wanting to be a real boy), and about each author personally. Making it easy on us, there's just one of him.
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