I’ve learned several new things this week. One: I have the capacity to come up with awesome ideas and their instant solutions in code Two: I exaggerate a lot. Now I’ve had humbling moments before, but there’s a particular point where a developer faces his code and goes…that was stupid.
Specifically I was show-casing my station to one of my uncles, granted he is older. I know he hasn’t programmed in a variety of languages. However, it doesn’t take much to recognize a problem, specially when it spits into your face. This happened on the newer part of the website I’ve been diligently working on Make A Request and it killed my momentum in a split second. In that moment my show-case became two programmers trying to figure out went wrong. He started counting off what I should do to debug it and I of course was rebounding all of his suggestions: no it’s not this…I can see the code it is fine (but of course it wasn’t) it’s executing and following the flow I’m expecting…
At this point I’m tearing my code apart, in a panic, re-writing every line, checking all the if statements, checking the database. Then the real problem becomes very clear. I had made a literal fool out of myself, nothing was wrong with the code, I had earlier made a massive change to the website, and it wasn’t reflected in the piece of code I was using. I had never gone back to update it, I grabbed the old copy of the code changed one line then all the stress was gone.
Checking out the local scene is not what I spent time on this weekend, instead I hop-skipped over the course of two days to a four band event. It gave me way more than I was expecting.
Having called my own station The Unknown Artist Hour this new venue has given me room to wonder about how to create intrigue. Upon entering said venue there’s a counter where the door-man may spy you from the semi-transparent metal mesh of a door. Past this open door is a massive warehouse space filled with hanging lighting materials of music videos past, present and future and what appears to be a multi-colored barn-door which prompts you to wonder, am I supposed to go in there?
The answer of course is yes, that is likely where the band is setup on a stage hammering out their song in a room that does not play nice on the reverb. In short the artists play loud and proud so bring your ear-plugs, if the door-man hasn’t already suggested you use pieces of toilet paper as temporary ones. You will be needing these if you plan to leave the mystery box with a working set of ears. Of course you may get a better picture by checking out www.mysterybox.guru yourself.
The mystery box gives more than a concert’s fair share, with three different large spaces and fitting furniture and artwork. I have a ten by ten carpeted apartment riddled with audio equipment, there’s not much intrigue in this space and I certainly now would like to add more.