jouets dans le grenier
l'ameublement idéologique pour l'esprit sans foyer
1987.1: It seems Mr. Stewart’s last economic effort in West Virginia (before he managed to save all his possessions before his house burned down) had to do with devising a way to monitor water levels in a distributed system of wells. He carried that thought with him as he joined his somewhat well-employed children in Florida. Daughter Lissa was working for Disney, skinny little Tori was a go-go dancer, and daddy’s boy Ronnie was in jail. My tall nominal Godson Chet was simply staying out of trouble.
Our plan was to use Commodore 64 $600 machines to convert each well’s local signals to something that could be seen from a central site. Once totally apprised of his intent, I could not but conclude I was back to my 1976 situation with Datapoint, now involving serious access to electrical engineering tools. Nor was I ever aware of how we would get the plans for any accrual well. Even though that plan just kind of faded away, the Stewarts & I continued to socialize publically. Until Gene noticed I ordinarily did not wear clothes at home, which, though his grown children were never there, distressed him considerably. And I suppose caused his attractive but simple wife to confess she & I had dallied briefly in that state some fifteen years earlier in Chicago. So with a howling and gnashing of teeth, his whole family withdrew forever from the displeasure of my company.
1987.2: Leaving Twelve Oaks, I obtained both housing & employment as the DP Manager at the nearby Rocky Creek Village, a slightly upscale trailer camp whose main housing efforts were directed to the accommodation of nearly destitute but somehow financially endowed Catholic Religious. I use the present tense, because not only did these retired nuns pay to live typically in a locally designed four-quad, but also ministered to the various health & spiritual needs of their co-villagers.
Headquartered in Miami, it was under the local direction of an ex-seminarian but closet Methodist named Bill Lupo. Providing again housing (a trailer of my own) & a stipend, my ticket to the job being that all their software was written in BASIC – the same stuff I taught at Valley College five years earlier.
Shortly after I made the first COA, Incarnation’s Administrator showed up at my trailer with a box of clothes. It seems Father Michael O’Reilly thought I might be interested in a wardrobe improvement – possibly the nicest gesture I ever received from the Church. And orders of magnitude greater than anything I would experience from his successor.
The Miami operation’s main concern was the daily recording of news broadcasts on every local channel, in order to sell the folk mentioned a brief record of their public appearance. The Jewish owner of that enterprise thought I might be interested in some kind of participation from Tampa, so I was thrice invited to visit him there. What caught my attention by the third time was that while there I had seen nothing of the rest of Miami. Being far brighter than his local subordinate, he decided to lend me his powder blue Cadillac convertible (top down) for all that sunny afternoon. Travelled all over the beaches & highways, never got out of the car. Truly memorable.
I shared space at Rocky Creek with their official bookkeeper, a wonderful old time Italian named Mario. A few years into my tour, it occurred to Lupo that in order to earn my keep I needed to be more involved in bookkeeping. While that may have been a valuable direction, I could not in principle agree, and quit. Lupo decided to challenge my subsequent UC claim, and he brought his shapely Cuban lawyer to the referee’s hearing to amplify his arguments. My basic position was that I was hired to perform certain duties not normally connected to those now proposed. He would argue that I had agreed otherwise. Coerced witnesses from the office agreed with him. Finally the referee suggested over my obvious distress that we call Mario, who had been left at home without a briefing. Recasting Lupo’s arguments for him, Mario told us all over the speakerphone that he had never heard such bullshit in all his life. Claim granted, case dismissed.
Simultaneously, Al Valentine & June Reynolds thought I might be interested in joining their crew of about a half dozen, producing Bill Buckley’s Religion Today program at downtown’s nascent Public Access center. (I was even for a while June (and Al’s) tenant: she BTY being a national swimming champ in her age bracket.) While I’m thinking of them, I might mention that they being aware of my childhood affection for another June called Allyson, told me about Ella Geisman’s scheduled appearance in a forthcoming UCC program in 1993. A weekend of terrible weather, the prescribed March 13th show went on and recalling it I was inspired to create Allyson Without Tears. On Wikipedia, one of the very few celebrity bios supported by a dedicated & approved fan site.
Although occasionally nearly homeless, I was involved from 1987 thru 2000 as both a user & critic of the politics & production facilities of three successive ‘Public Access’ managements at 1001 W North B Street, on the University of Tampa Campus. As a user I produced & hosted two or three 13-week in-house Studio A series called “catholicism - the ecumenical series,” with a very deliberate small initial “c”. On the other side of the coin, my critical stance was first expressed over the year 1990 as four separate ass-kicking “we shall overcome” Studio C programs, protesting management’s programmer abuse.
Unlike most of my colleagues, my producing efforts were usually off-site, involving either a single camera, or two different configurations of Access’ four-camera mobile unit (the ‘van’). Two of these latter enterprises might be called “series” efforts:
The singles were rather special as well (years are approximate):
Life under the Tampa-Hillsborough regime was described for several years (and several editions) on http://atb.daurril.org/. Access to the more textual version is inaugurated anytime by using the history (accessing 7,902 items, 190 MB) button in the home page’s left margin. Navigation may then be directed to any of the several periods discussed (including the early part of TBCN’s), ordered chronologically.
In 1909 I also began to present an alternative, more video-oriented interpretation, implemented in two sections (and sequentially available under videos from http://daurril.org/’s left margin). The first tells of the “remote” productions I made as entertainment, the second offers a video history taken largely from my recorded interactions with Advisory. Unfortunately, the next chapter in my bio will tell how my occasional success in individual controversy with HCC faculty apparently caused the vengeful loss of Facebook's supporting videos pertaining to this period.
Some of the preceding shoots have rather interesting sidebar tales, which are forthcoming. However, at the moment I can only offer glimpses from my earliest commentary already posted, as well as the conclusion of 1990’s “Family Christmas Festival” under the direction of David Clarke Isele. (From https://www.youtube.com/user/accesstbay, ‘daurril at public access’)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZoRwN9NjDo8 1990-5e.AVI 10:09
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7ZeKVusnEw 1990-5d.AVI 11:41
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjD7kCTd6nU handel.wmv 4:08
Ridiculed for mainstream consumption as something like 1992’s Wayne’s World, the public access universe in Tampa was a much more sinister reality. Players here did include County residents, who might actually use the designated resources for their advertised purpose – and therefore editorially despised as underserving a by the Tampa Tribune. Other on-site players were hardly concerned with furthering careers within the producing community. Intent on crippling and eventually destroying any local pursuit of the First Amendment were folk from the T-H Cable Advisory Committee (each member appointed by one of the City Council or County Board), some operator’s own Board of Directors, special cable advisors to the City and County (and the latter’s Attorneys), and competing Access (Government & Education) interests.
Local politicians embraced ‘deserving’ as defined by the national (at first) Alliance for Community Media b, and embraced as well one Louise Thompson (queen of the local N.O.W. establishment) as their appropriately inexperienced spokesman for that media. Deserving’ would now be, from Sea to Shining Sea, America’s Non-Profits (NPOs) – recognized as such when a former PA facility began to invoke the term ‘Community’ in its banner (like Speak Up’s TBCN, Tampa Bay Community Network, & its bogus history). Producers as individuals were no longer the primary consumers of a communication facility’s resources – they were as transparent labor to accommodate some NPO’s larger purpose. Facilities were no longer free, available instead now only to those who could afford them.
It seems, especially now from the perspective of 2017, that my ATBs are the only public record of interaction between PATV's producers & local government in the two decades straddling our last century mark. As a party to several of these, three are noteworthy - two before the TH-CAC, one before the County Board. The first (1992-11-03) was a grievance begging relief from my temporary suspension, properly filed and pursued under P&P rules. Their Chair simply lied about some non-existent allegations said to have been provided me, and my rebuttal was casually dismissed on Jane Fagan’s opinion that I was not properly before the Committee - with which member John Bales ►, doing his job, concurred.
In 1994 I was so bold as to notice “Advisory has been relentless in its effort to create a reality where Access natives are not citizens but imperial subjects, reserving "civilized" rules to themselves and leaving us to whatever "rat pack" percolates to be our leadership. It is new doubly unfortunate, that local legislators take such delight in thwarting what for many of their citizens is a first serious opportunity for direct political experience, and that the franchisee has been so successful in convincing its clientele that occupational success in commercial production (with attendant servitude) as the only respectable goal of public access involvement.” For reasons disclosed in my next meeting’s minutes, I decided to challenge the appointment of one Joel Provost as our AMC rep. On 5/12/94 my contentions were rejected at a Step 3 hearing at 612.Horato St #6; Tampa 33606.
On 7/7/94 my request to Fred Karl for inclusion as a time-certain presenter at the Regular BOOC meeting 7/13/94 was refused. Soon after, Jeff Arnwine did grant me a time-certain appearance before Cable on August 3rd. On 1994-08-03 that became my second appearance before that august body. It seems this time I convinced at least a few members my concerns were legitimate, but my thought drew only constructive contempt from Dunk’n Donuts most illustrious patron, Fortune Bosco.
The third (2005-08-17) was my effort to share useful programming with Pat Bean's establishment, offering a product documented in ATB under Special Collections. Akin to recognizing the public’s presence as media regulars, the idea was to respect the continuing (or at least repetitious) occurrence of another group of concerned citizens appearing in the Public Comments section of the County’s Board meetings. Nowadays called an 'app,' the intent of this device was to provide an easily accessible history of those appearances, which may affect a commissioner’s conversation with any one of them in the context of some present issue. The full text of each set of their remarks, plus a photo marking each occasion, was online for any individual of interest.
This Bean, not that much different from the legendary Roy, felt the County's existing practice was more than sufficient: i.e. burying PC appearances in an amorphous set of minutes (emphatically without pictures) was a hardly insufficient deterrent to their serious recovery. On Jun 16, 2010 - ABC Action News uploaded 'Hillsborough County Administrator Pat Bean was fired after commissioners voted to fire with cause 6-1.' As the cause for her dismissal would not be found precisely ‘criminal,’ she would later be awarded compensation considerably in excess of what she had already misappropriated.
It seems my ability to preserve custodial material was not confined to infamous revelation describing our local government’s poor sense of obligation to service the First Amendment aspirations of its citizens. It had also to do with private industry’s very positive effort to support programmers here and elsewhere, as tools appropriate to its publications in the 21st century became available. And therefore far beyond the mischief given to the public as helpful to its simpler needs, by its government in Tampa.
Beginning in 1999, and continuing thru 2001, Wrox published tutorials in a free collection also available here as ASPToday. As I noticed on 2001: to the best of my knowledge, no similar representation of (this) content exists in any other public space on the net: enjoy! My online collection contains 1,080 articles supported by 972 zip folders. Again, enjoy!
Even my lowly & rather embarrassing tenure as a drive services’ employee gave me some continuing engagement in programming. While a driver for ServiceMaster at TIA I concocted a model in FoxPro that might track the movement of vehicles within our dispatcher’s control. Promoted to being SM’s newly invented paymaster for its driving population, I gave up on the FoxPro for a less demanding involvement with Excel. Eventually having to deal with management’s notion of my insufficiency, similar to what happened 15 years earlier at Rocky Creek, I found it necessary abandon my tasks (without my solution) to their better care.
It appears recent editions of this page as published in its online version fail as HTM to correctly align its included photos.
While I do not know if all browsers support an alternate format, click here to view this in MHT.
Unfortunately you would have to save it as a download to see it on a desktop PC, but it should work there.
Mobile devices might attempt to display an MHT directly, some succeeding (like my Azpen), some not (my LG Neon).
a Recall Pere Doolittle’s bout with Professor Higgins on ‘underserving’ poor.
b Not to be confused with the other ACM, the earlier much beloved Association for Computing Machinery
Last update on 19-January-2017 at 1:08 AM