Friday, June 24, 2016

Derelict

I got drug into a 48 hour film project, it didn't register to me until the week of how much time that really was.

From 7:00 on Friday night to 7:00 on Sunday night, I was making a movie.
And that is all I did with my weekend. I was stressed because I just wanted time to do laundry, and as much as I brainstormed I didn't know if I would get that chance.


7:00 Friday- Our team of 6 met at the broadway theater, where we drew out of a hat a genre.

Fish Out of Water or Sci-fi


Then all the teams together got a prop: A bar of soap
A Charitor: Uncle Daryl
and a Line: "I canceled my plans for this"


And then we were off, free as the wild west wind to create a film. We set up home base at our office, and that is were we sat until about 1am that night to brain storm, settle on ideas and then start a storyboard. There was lots of laughs and lots of alcholhol that only made our ideas crazier.

It was a long excentric night.



The next morning we met bright and early at the Royal Eattery for breakfast then it was on to unload camera equipment from the car, get to hair and makeup and start shooting.

 (I love the Royal Eatery, I need to do a post entirely of this place)




Shooting ended at 11, then it was to the bar to celebrate, then the dance floor to get some energy out then back to our conference room to sit and eternally edit.


We didn't leave this room for almost 11 hours. .


But we did it, we produced a kinda cool little movie in 48 hours.
This is a picture of the heart of the crew right after we turned it in. . it was a long weekend. I love these faces so much. .


Then we got to join all the other film makers at the broadway to view the films.  They rolled out the red carpet, had popcorn flowing and we watched it all on the big screen. . . it was a bit nerve wrecking and wonderful.
We had a good crew from work who came out to the theater to support (Or have a reason to get drunk and hangout) it was great. I felt just like Rachel McAdams. Loved and adored.
I don't want to do it again any time soon, but so glad I did it.




(I'll put the link to the movie here soon, check back)
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Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Saturday, June 18, 2016

An Aristocrat

If you were to come to me and say-
"McKay, I am a generous soul who recently became abundantly rich in the oil business, and I love you. I love you so much I want to buy you any car, any car your heart would want. Money is no issue for me, I want you give you the world!"

I would be so flattered and humbled and then tell you that the car I want is an old retro VW Cabriolet. 
I would tell you how I have wanted one for years, how I have an entire pintrest board dedicated to them, and I know that is where my only true happiness lies.

That is not a lie, I would take it over any fancy fast car, there is something about them, I love the retro vibe, the  timeless boxy lines. I love that bar through the middle, imagining my passengers using it to hold onto as they stand up and let the air fill their hair as they hollar at gentleman callers who are wanting us to stop. 

I always have my eye open, but last Thursday I found one as I was pulling out of the bank, and my heart almost leaped out of my chest. 
I took a picture of the for sale sign on the side of it and when I got to work I called on it. . . 

1988- Karman Edition, Volkswagon Cabriolet.
She belonged to a lady who had a second home in Sunvalley, and used her as her second car in the second home. 
Original paint, original upholstery, with only 87,000 miles on her.

Are you kidding me?

So after swindling deals, making prank phone calls, test ride, and loosing sleep, she is all mine. 

I have a garage, where she will sit and be my posh little second car. 

As I drove away I found myself at a stop sign in the avenues with large trees hanging over me, and crossing the intersection was some mussel head who was in a mustang, he had put a crazy lift on it and it appeared to match his personality perfectly. We made eye contact and I wonder if he was thinking the same thing about me. Matches me perfectly. I found myself wishing for a world where everyone drove their dream car, how wonderful that would be. 

I'm driving my dream. It makes me want to burst into a thousand pieces and blow away in the wind. 

As I parked it outside my place, a dog walker was passing by and said "I love your car"
And I yelled back "thank you! I just bought it like 10 minutes ago! I love it!"

And so it starts, I will have to take time to talk to everyone about my car. I guess this is the life I signed up for. 

As the guy counted my cash then handed over my keys he said "You should join the antique VW club of Salt Lake" And I thought "Hell yes. I should" 


So I live in a city with two cars and a motorcycle. I realize it is nuts, but I almost don't care. I'm an aristocrat now with multiple cars. The world is my playground. 

More pictures (And blog posts, I'm sure) to come. . this is just me two hours after buying it not knowing what to do, so I thought I would blog about it. 



Friday, June 17, 2016

Expertindicity

I’m still not even sure what the HACK-A-TON initials, the rules and everything or what the overall goal is, it is a developers’ playground and a world that I don’t understand. 

Three day event at work, all the nerds splitting up into teams and coding, and hacking and moving into the back end to enter passwords and restructure the binary with buckets. 

So when I was asked to join a team I was clueless as to how they could use my help. We booked out a conference room right by my desk so I could help and keep an eye on the office. 
The team’s goal was to create Expert-tinder. And because of some misunderstandings, people who don’t keep their mouth shut and a weekly e-mail I send out to a few select people at work, I have been named the “Tinder Expert”
So my job for the hack-a-ton was to give everyone the low-down on how Tinder works. I even stood and gave a demonstration. Then it was three days in a conference room watching these ultimate geeks do something I could never do, create an app. I would even give my two cents, “That button looks out of place and when you swipe you want the image to follow your finger” . . . .then they would burry themselves in their keyboards and then minutes later there would be a better button, and a cleaner swipe. It was amazing. 

I love the little geeks of the office,  our final product was quite wonderful, and we only put in 5 hours outside of the regular 9-5 to complete it. The judges were very impressed, and even more so when we slid them a crisp one dollar bill. But the winning team was “Surprise in your Pants” for their head to head combat app. (It was really cool)

Always a pleasure to rub shoulders with people I normally wouldn’t, can’t wait to hack next year.




Truth be told, I spent most of my time setting up a web cam and watching myself work, and drawing pictures on the whiteboard. . . I think I am so funny. 
 



Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Morning

I was up with the morning goers today, 7:30 on the streets of downtown, dressed and ready for the day, singing the songs in my headphones aloud because the morning cold clean light was so refreshing it make me feel connected to everything around me, forcing me to sing aloud.

It is weird to think of the years I worked in restaurants now, all those mornings of 7am (or 9, or 10am) where I was dead to the world. Oblivious to the morning goers, and while I slept they still got up every morning to do whatever they do, the homeless shaking off the terrible nights sleep, the buss drivers with their overloads of coffee and all the do-gooders who are finishing up the morning bike ride or gym session.

It's a different world in the morning, and after two years of being a 9-5er it still surprises me.
I leave for work early so I can get flowers for my desk, or be to work for a bit before people start bugging me. It feels great to be in my shoes. To live in this beautiful city by the mountains.

Somedays I find it overwhelming the way God smiles on me, and it makes me feel like I have a lot to give back.

Anywho, just thoughts for the day.





Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Lil' Muddy

Whitney and Mike made me promise never to tell, and then gave me directions to this camp spot up past ________ that had __________ dams and _________ flying all over.  After following a cryptic map past the __________ farm, and a turning down someone's ___________. We were both impressed that we made it, to the exact spot to camp where I could pop up my tent and be eye level to a _________ nest.

We burned the map made some nasty tin foil dinners that were wet from slushy water and then headed home the next morning stopping at The __________ ________ _________ for breakfast as we watched the _________ pass going up the canyon.


I was so proud to get the tent out in the wild, apart from one night of sleep in my apartment parking lot this was it's first journey out and it was a dream. The quality of sleep is incredible.

The rest of the weekend consisted of motorcycle rides into the cool summer air, walking all over the downtown late at night, driving to the cemetery to steal flowers and then karma bites me in the butt when my motorcycle breaks down and I have to walk it back from K street.

It was a perfect lil' Memorial day weekend.
And I just got word that the 'hip new' pool of one of the co-workers is open today, so it looks like it is time to introduce these white legs to that summer sun, suns out, buns out!!
(Sorry I said 'suns out buns out' it is just what has been repetitively said in the mass texts I keep getting, it is so dumb)

Thursday, May 26, 2016

"Thank you"

I thought I would look so glamorous on camera, but the two times I have help out filming things it is a disaster, mostly because they slick my hair down, Why do they do that? I look insane.

But these videos warm my heart, I feel like while everyone feels scripted, they really are quite genuine, and paints a good picture of work.

Take a gander. . . . .

https://vimeopro.com/impatientcow/experticity-internal-testimonials

Password: internal

My debut is in the 2nd video. 

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Roof Top Tent


A miracle happened last Monday. 
In a fit of rage that I had drug my foot for so long about buying my roof top tent I got online to find the Provo Dealer who advertises on KSL so I could order my tent. 

And there it was, the exact tent I had been wanting for over a year, someone was getting rid of it for about 500$ less then any place I had priced them before. 

It was a modern day miracle, all of the sudden the long wait all seemed worth it. Going to trade shows just to sit in the tent I wanted, buying racks for Rav and having nothing to put on them, it all seemed sane now. 

I have been thinking about this dumb rooftop tent for Rav for well over a year. Something about a good luxury slumber on top of my car was enchanting, being that extra 6 feet closer to the stars makes all the difference. 

It was advertised as "Like new" and "Only used it on 10 camping trips"

I text the guy and he said that he had two other offers but they weren't willing to come to Jackson to get it and they will have to wait until he comes down to Salt Lake. 

DONE! I'll drive up tonight!

So I loaded up some new songs on spottily, found some new 'This American Life' post cast and left work an hour early. Not really realizing how long that drive was, but it didn't matter. He started driving towards me and saved me about an hour of the drive, four hours up through amazing farm lands with a these gloomy desert storms. The colors of the sky and the mountains matched my mood, alive rich and full of adventure. 


I stopped for gas at a pump that I was sure was broken, as I was filling up a truck pulled up, and a man hopped out and yelled.
"Do you need anything in the store"
"Sorry?"
"Do you need anything INSIDE"
"Oh, no! I'm good, Thank you!"
He got back in his truck and drove away. 
Was he the store owner? Was he going to just bust out one of the windows for me?

I was pleased when I met David that he was a fellow Toyota lover, and transferring the tent from his Tacoma to my Rav felt like I was passing on a noble birthright. 


Then four hours back. 

I got home, it was about 12:30, and I just stood back and looked at her parked in my lot, and fell in love all over again with my car. 


I clear my parking garage at work with 2 inches, another tender mercy. 


So now I have my tent, and I'm looking for all the camping buddies I can get, you must be under 8 foot and less then 273 pounds.
This is going to be the SUMMER OF MCKAY!

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Thursday, May 12, 2016

Top Golf

 They are opening up the new Top Gold in Utah soon, I’m not sure when, but in attempt to butter up Experticity they invited me and a guest to come tour the facilities   so I took Sam. They wined and dined us with endless shrimp, prime rib, crab cakes and sushi. Then they just let us golf, eating sushi while golfing is a new favorite hobby, It was great, treated like royalty. Sam would gold while I sat back in this big comfy couch and ate, then when he would get sick of hitting, he would sit back and eat his prime rib and order more drinks. 

You just stand there and wave your club over the sensor, and a ball appears to hit. Each ball has a GPS tracker in it so it tracks where you are hitting the balls on these massive targets out on the range and you see it all on a touch screen right next to us. It was blowing my mind, I fought it, but I was so impressed. Technology and corporate America wins again!!!

Stoked that Sam came along, I think being wined and dined is something that appeals to him more then myself, and he is much better at golf then I am. 


Tuesday, May 3, 2016

A True Hero. . . . Me, the Beekeeper.

Just crawling in bed, my body is so tired. I have had the longest most insane day.
Work: Birthday celebrations, baby showers, hoodies, water challenges, wall sits. . . whatever.
That's not where the crazy begins. . .

I beat the sun to work today, and so with my boss out of town and the day bight and beautiful I left early to go to Bluffdale and play with my bees.
About 4:15is I get a call from co-worker Dan-
"McKay!! want hear something crazy?. . I'm out in the parking lot and there is a swarm of bees in one of these trees"

"What?!?! Huh? are you sure they are bees?"

"Yeah, I'm positive they are bees, I'm here at work, I just walked out, our lot on the far East end you should come get them."

"Oh my gosh!" (this is a rare thing to find a swarm of bees in the wild and have the opportunity to be the one who collects it is very rare, kind of a once in a lifetime thing) "Dan! I'm like 30 minutes out! I'm in Bluffdale with my bees"

"Well, I bet they would still be here"




Hang up the phone and start going crazy with ideas, what if animal control or pest control is called?? what if they leave? what if. . . what if. . . .

I finish with the hive I was working on and close it up. I get to my car and call Co-worker Adam (another bee keeper in the office)
"Adam (I fill him in on what is happening) you need to go down! Go see what is going on! I'm on my way!"
Adam knows how exciting this is and grabs a cardboard box at the office and heads down.

He calls me back
"McKay! You have to get here THIS IS EPIC!" (I don't use phrases like that, but he does)
"I backed my truck under the branch and have a box ready to knock it into"

"Please wait for me! I'm 10 minutes out!"

I arrive and run thought the parking lot with my suit under my arm. As I get closer I see that bees are going crazy some must have been knocked down there is a cloud of them and I get closer to Adam he does not look well. "I'm stung" he tells me "They got me like 5 times on my head"
Why was he not wearing his gear? I'm still not sure- face/head stings can be serious.
He goes to a grassy patch to sit and I start to put my suit on. By the time I get to him he is laying down on the grass not moving, sweating like crazy.
"Adam, what can I get for you?"

By this time it is about 5:00 in our company parking lot, and we are surrounded by co-workers going home. So I grab co-worker Jeff and tell him where the Benadryl is in my desk and to run and get it.
Then Adam starts to throw up repetitively on the grass with no energy to sit up.
I yell to co-worker Eric to grab him some water.

After about 3 long minutes it seems like he is done throwing up.

But the bees are still going mad.

So all suited up I run across the parking lot to my car (The entrance to the lot was locked and I had to park forever way.) there was no time to take off the suit and I'm sure I was quite the site to see.
Some may have thought I was in a hazmat suit and wondering what the fuss was. While my co-workers who saw maybe didn't think much of it because I dress up and act nuts periodically at work and I bet they were just wondering if drew was around and in costume too.

I grabbed my smoker and my brush and ran back to the bees, got my smoker lit and started to smoke them out, calm everybody down. The van parked next to the truck was starting to get covered and the owner of the van was staring on in shock. . I ran to her and offered to get her car out. I backed out her car to safety.

As Adam started filling better there was one thing to do- get the bees in the box. And there was only one person that had the suit on to do it. The bees were angry but I felt so calm, I have never been in the presents of that many bees at once. And it is one thing when they are together inside a hive, it is a different thing when none of them have a home and they are swarming all around you. I started to hum a song to calm them down, calm myself down.
I was able to locate the queen and get her into the box, then it was bunch by bunch, bit by bit, directing them where to go, it took about a half hour in the chaos, relighting the smoker again and again to try and calm the bees.

Adam switched spots of lawn when he could sit up to move further away from the bees and maybe further away from his pile of half digested lunch too. Watching, and trying to feel better.

I got the majority in the box, closed the lid and strapped it down to the bed of the truck with tie-downs.

It might have been the coolest thing I've ever done with my life. It is quite rare to find a swarm, it is quite rare to be the beekeeper who gets to collect it. They are like gold in the beekeeping world, people fight over them. It is like a once-in-a-lifetime deal.

When all was said and done co-worker Jeff told me I was a hero and I don't think he was being funny. It made me feel like bursting into song, I was so proud of myself for staying calm, and handling everything like a true American Bee keeper.

Adam went to instacare. Getting stung 5 times in the head is no joke.

Adam took the bees to his place and we are going to create a new hive, or add them to our existing hive. Still yet to be determined.

After the chaos I went to my second hive at Drew's place, replaced the feeder cleaned out some of the extra wax, in this short time they are already producing honey, it tasted like spring blossoms, it truly was beautiful.

Then home again to make some more sugar water for this new swarm and now to bed.
I've been dealing with bees for the past six hours and I have never had a more fulfilling day.


Friday, April 29, 2016

2nd year, 2 hives.


This past week has been a whirl wind of bees. Visiting bee shops where crates of bees have broken open, spilled out and no one is phased, brewing meed, keeping a crate of bees in my bedroom one night while I slept, moving fast to beat mother nature, changing out feeders and watching first hand thermology clusters and being awe-struck. But I fear this blog gets too wordy, moral of the story is- they are here. Two hives this year, one in Drew’s Parent’s backyard again and one in Bluffdale next to a green house at a co-workers house. They all look so healthy and alive, it is beautiful. Drew held the GoPro for me while I put in the first hive. He kept his distance and I told him if you get stung just calmly walk away. Twice he said “I’m stung. . . I’m stung. . . “  While he walked back into the brush and once he was away he would say “Oh, no, I’m good.  I didn’t get stung!” as he would walk back to the hive. It can be a little unsettling to have 100+ bees flying all around you when you are a little unsure. Drew was cracken me up. 

I drove the second hive down to Bluffdale, I turned on some Italian music for them, they loved it. Max and Sam and their new girl friends came to watch I thought for sure Max would have a panic attack but he actually remained quite calm. It’s fun to show off, it really is a quite incredible process. 

So let the royal rumpus begin! I learned a ton last year, and already feel like I’m off to a much better start, keeping bees has become such a fulfilling thing, and it makes me love the warm sunshine days and believe in God all over again. 
We’ll see who brings in more honey. 





I made a lil' video of the other hive, put it on my Instagram. I put music over the entire thing and tried to make it all fancy. Putting in the bees I was focus and not really caring what drew was doing. Later hearing his commentary killed me, the bees make him nervous.

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