spent the day working on the shop, in anticipation of the rough building inspection, which i arranged to take place at 1:30 friday.
the way it works is that once you have your plans approved, you get a building permit. this allows you to install framing of rooms, rough electrical, and rough plumbing and heating. meaning you can run conduit, but can't install lights. you can put water supply pipes in, but no faucets. you can build walls, but not hang drywall. once you have finished your rough build-out (as i pretty much did today), you get three inspectors to come: plumbing (done), electrical (done) and general building (tomorrow).
once those three inspectors have signed off that you're doing things right, then you can finish your build. hang drywall, paint, put in lights, faucets, etc. make the place livable. this is what i'm hoping i will be cleared for as of tomorrow.
after you finish building, the three inspectors each come back to make sure you finished the place, and assuming they like it, you get a certificate of occupancy, at which point you (or i, in this case) can run a business out of the space. i have set jan 1 as my date by which i plan to have my certificate of occupancy.
i started at the shop by removing a half-assed 2x8 header i had doubled onto the header holding up the loft. i took the long on down, and nailed up two shorter 2x8s in it's place. looks better, feels better. removed a bunch of protruding nails which displayed the messed-up way the loft was originally built. added a vertical 2x8 under one end of the 2x8 mentioned above, as a 'proper' way to foot the weight of the loft.
at some point i went to kaufmann's deli again for lunch. i asked the same woman to make me her choice of sandwich, and i ended up with an amazing lean corned beef with saurkraut and swiss on challah. AWESOME. so good. i also got some root beers and a fresh-baked oatmeal raisin cookie.
back at the shop, i pulled up the last of the pink vinyl roll on the floor, immersing my gloves once again in the pain-in-the-ass vinyl adhesive.
framed the front wall of the darkroom, and installed the wall. tried mounting the used pre-hung office door into the darkroom, but will come back tomorrow with finish nails and shims, to do it correctly.
here's the corner of the back office, with the new overhead 2x8 in the background.
this is the new spray-out booth, all clean as of today.
the darkroom, behind a pile of crap an the exposure unit, with the door propped in place.
interior of the rear office, looking toward the front of the building.
my new office, behaving like some type of lumber yard.
took out the garbage, took out the scrap metal.
spent a couple hours cleaning the shop, collecting tools, sweeping, sorting trash and mill ends. got up my courage and left for home.
answered some emails (only 460 emails yet to go through in my inbox!) and showered, so di and i could go out.
we drove down to lincoln square to the book cellar, to hear (rock photographer) pat graham talk about his recent book, silent pictures. when we arrived, jon resh was talking to john hastie and CP, and somehow they had never met before. which is weird.
pat arrived, with chris thompson (formerly of circus lupus, the monorchid). hastie introduced the evening, with a surprisingly well thought-out monologue about the interaction between the photographer and the band operating on the level pat works at, basically analogous to the way i work, sort of, (i like to think).
chris talked briefly about his experience of working with pat, then pat explained how he works. told a great long story about traveling across the country through snow with modest mouse, to arrive at the empty bottle, for the first time i saw them play, ca. '97.
nice time hanging out after some Q&A. i bought the second and third "dark materials" books.
hastie, CP, di and i went across the street to cafe sel marie for dinner. i had an amazing ahi tuna wrap with mango chutney. always good to hang with those guys.
drove christy home, while john rode his bike.
di and i drove home, and i blog at you here in bed while di draws beer labels in the next room.
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