I had a set of wireless headphones. A pair? Can something plural be a pair? A pair of pants. But no one has a singular pant. No one has a singular headphone, since we went from that one cup that goes over one ear. ANYWAY, point is, I had some headphones. They broke. I bought some new ones. A New One.

Before: push the button to turn it on. TV recognizes it, gives me a dialogue box: do you want to hear audio through the headphones PD 0343447? Well yes, that’s why I turned it on. It connected, and Bob, he is your uncle.

(Note: I am currently watching the opening of Peter Jackson’s "They Shall Not Grow Old," and someone just said “Bob’s your uncle.” I paused, confused, smiled, and now we go on.)

The new one (ones) were (is) a Sony SX-0343345 or something. I push the power button. Nothing. So I push and hold it down, and the light comes on. The TV asks the usual question: YES, of COURSE. Then it turns itself off. So you advance to the Sound Output panel, and push the Select button, and it changes to Bluetooth - but don’t press that to Select; give it a moment, and it will come up with a panel that says SX-0343345 is paired; do I wish to connect?

YES, of COURSE, why do you think I’ve done any of this?

For the first few weeks this was confusing - what am I doing wrong?

Then it became annoying - why must I do this?

Then it became standard-operating procedure, a rote thing to do. It's the TV's fault. It's more complex than before but that’s how it is now.

I’m not genius so I can figure this out, because I have a history with devices, and can work around janky kludge. I can’t imagine my dad figuring this out.

Huh. Where did that come from.

It's been a year. I think about him all the time in odd places, such as "how he'd be frustrated by a simple piece of tech that shouldn't confound anyone." Or sometimes I just think back to being in the kitchen the last time he was alive, and the empty nights when I stayed there after he'd died. Time hasn’t moved since last summer, not in its usual way. It was linear before. It wanders, now.

Anyway.

I got another set of headphones, because I needed them for podcasting. A basic set. Made in China. Really nice packaging. The usual BS in the insert, all about My Lifestyle and how they are bursting with desire to make me Reborn. I quote:

"Success is no accident and we believe you should be rewarded for the hard work you put in everyday to acheive your dream." Dude, they're headphones. I'm not looking for a gold medal for Lifetime Achievement here. "Our products are designed to let you bve free, to give you the power to create what you want, when you want."

All these brand-boosting inserts from Chinese companies stress, to the point of absurdity, the idea of individual freedom. Granted, it's achieved through technology, but still.

"No more shoddy craftsmanship," it added, and I had to agree: they (it?) felt substantial, and the fit on my head was fantastic. Then I pushed the pairing button. It's hard to describe, but compared to the Sony set mentioned above, it was night and day. This button, the way it depressed - it had that instinctive judgment.

Cheap.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rev ‘em up! We’re heading to Sturgis!

Well, no. Different Sturgis.

The shot above is as close I can get to the postcard - a lot seems to have changed, including the loss of some buildings on the right.

Ten thousand souls. Let’s see what Downtown looks like.

It looks like the tree threw up some bad leaves after a long night, is what it looks like.

A fine old commercial structure - if I had to guess, I’d say the store that occupied the ground floor built the whole thing.

From a local department store (I’m guessing) to a Salvation Army store.

The renovation flakes off; the overhang is no longer held up by chains.

B & D got a nice modernization that had nothing to do with the rest of the building. Pity about that Buckaroo’d overhang.

The old sign with its cryptic welcome to the members.

The space around the window was bigger than the windows, because the “columns” gave the building an upward thrust, and a certain dynamism.

Looks like it’s missing something, right? Like a theater?

The most cinematreasures.org can offer: it’s been open since before 1932.

Okay, but the meter’s running, and I can’t stand here forever

Here’s the context. On the left, the WAIT building, the entrance to the Strand. As for the building to its right . . .

The date doesn’t line up with the style - and Mr. Wait built the theater, did he . . . wait 60 years to do so?

A site that reprints old hagiographies of local luminaries:

Politically, he votes the straight Republican ticket, and energetically supports the principles of his party. He established the Sturgis Journal in 1860, and continued to run the same until 1875. Mr. Wait is, and has been for a number of years, very extensively engaged in the mercantile business, and kept four peddling wagons on the road for several years.

Came to the area in 1834, so I’m thinking the other Wait building was the work of his son?

I love this, just because it’s a survivor:

In the family on that spot since 1944.

Well, any investment in downtown is welcome, I guess.

It really makes me want to drive to town to see if those letters revolve.

And if they do, to ask someone “why.”

Okay, now I have to go back to the google street view and see if I’m right.

Ah: I am. They revolve.

Also:

The 19th century is well represented:

The one on the left interests me, the way it marks off the roof like that. Can’t be chimneys. Could be chimneys.

Any wagers on a cupola?

Can’t find any old pictures to confirm.

Was there a structural reason the windows on the turret couldn’t be wider? It would seem to be something you’d want.

A mishmash of bad brick decisions. But it’s lively.

Oh, jeez

You can barely see the old building screaming to get out.

“C’mon, Bob! Please! Come in with me on this, and we’ll do the whole front. It’ll be ultra-modern.”

“No.”

I’ve said this before, but it’s like they built the structure to anticipate Google street view glitches in the camera stitching.

I can’t tell you how uncomfortable this makes some people.

WE GOT TO MOVE THESE REFRIGERATORS

WE GOT TO MOVE THESE COLOR TVS

 

I love this style, because you can always tell what it is, and when it was born.

Usually needs a good scrub, though.

OUMB, which replaced a columned structure, according to the postcard above.

See, it’s echoing the columns. It’s being historically respectful.

There’s more! Have a look if you wish, and find the train station.

There you have it. See you around. Off you go to the Motels, now.

 

 

 

 

 

 
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