Apologies for being rather offline these last weeks! I've been completely occupied with the production of Entity.
In October and November, a bunch of details went wrong with the casing and they all had to be redone. As a result, I've lost two subcontractors that decided they no longer want to bother with things requiring surface quality. When I asked "Do your other customers accept scratches, spots, irregularities and dents?", the reply I received after a long pause, was "Yes".
To give you an idea about the recent discussions I've had with the companies making special parts for me, I'm going to tell you the true story of when I took my suit to a dry cleaner here in Uppsala.
This was in the mid 90's and my suit had a fresh stain that I wanted to get rid of. When I returned to the dry cleaning facility to pick it up a week later, the stain was still there. In fact, upon closer inspection the entire suit looked like it hadn't been cleaned at all. I asked the man behind the counter, who I had learned was the owner of the facility:
- This stain here, I mentioned it last week, it's funny but to me it looks exactly the same.
- What kind of stain is it?
- I don't know what kind of stain it is, I just want it removed. That's why I came here.
- Is it salad dressing?
- I'm sorry, I don't know if it's salad dressing.
- If it didn't go away, then it is. Nothing can remove salad dressing.
- Really? I have had a lot of stains and they've always disappeared after dry cleaning.
- Now you listen to me. I've been in this business for decades. Nothing touches salad dressing. If you don't believe me, you can ask my wife.
The man turns around and calls through the open door behind him. A woman appears.
- This gentleman has salad dressing on his suit and thinks it can be removed.
- Wait a second, I never said that it was...
The woman interrupts me.
- NOTHING touches salad dressing! Give me that suit!
With hesitation I hand her my suit while she picks up a pair of reading glasses from a drawer. I notice that the lenses are really thick. She puts the glasses on and brings the suit to within an inch of her face. Then she tosses it on the counter and leans forward on arms straight and wide apart. She looks me fiercely in the eyes.
- Now that's salad dressing, no doubt in my mind.
- I never said it was salad dressing, I don't know what stain it is.
- Are you questioning my competence?
- Well, I...
- Nothing touches salad dressing! Nothing! Not even pure gasoline.
The woman opens the drawer again and picks up a metal can. With the other hand, she grabs a rag. Then she drips gasoline on my suit and begins rubbing it with the rag.
- Ehhh, please be careful with my suit, I say.
- Do you see what happens? NOTHING! This stain is untouchable. It looks exactly the same. Now THAT'S salad dressing!
At this point I can't think of what to say. I want to protest but don't know where to start. We're all quiet for a while. I look at the man, then at the woman and then at my suit. They both look at me, not at my suit. Their faces are blank. The woman finally breaks the silence:
- A stain. Is that what's wrong with your life? Is that what's important? Or do you have bigger problems than a stain?
- Well, I came here to have that stain removed...
- This isn't a stain! It's a shift. A small color shift. And you're saying THAT'S your big problem? THAT makes you unhappy? Like there is any shortage of misery in this world! But for you, your STAIN is AALL that matters!
Speechless and confused by this unexpected aggression I took my suit from the counter and walked out. A week later I picked it up from another dry cleaning facility. It looked really clean and I couldn't find the position where that stain had been.
OK, so what about Entity? The new cases have just arrived! The final assembly will start this evening!
I will post a picture when I have number 001 in my hand.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND STAY TUNED!