OUR BAD NEWS BEARS MOMENT

Friday was such a nightmare. Simon and I were shaky and brain dead in the "New York office", aka my apartment, and just at the moment when we discovered a flaw in our system of flattening these pieces to be cut, it was suggested to Simon and I that we were being totally bass- ackwards in the way we were executing this process, which is basically doing it by hand. We were stunned at this notion that we had been dumbly doing the work any computer could do, and too tired to argue about it. We were chided that this sort of process it what parametric modeling is designed to do, and that we were slaving away for no reason, and we'd never get it done. Simon and I felt like fools: we had wasted weeks working night and day, it wasn't gonna get built, and I was about to go to Iceland and sit on my hands because there was no way we'd solve this problem.

We were told that there was a guy who had the panacea programming solution to our troubles, and that we could just sit back and push a few buttons and the whole model would be laid out on metal, lasercut, and labelled in a couple of hours. It was just a matter of convincing him to do it.
With that, Simon left the "office", dejected. We thought it was all over. We called it a day. I was so anxious and shaky and worried that it was somehow my fault, so I went to my friend Tiffany's restaurant and waited for her to get off work and meet up with another old friend visiting from Chicago, Lily Chumley. After I told Lily my troubles, she convinced me that the project would go ahead just fine, and that worst case scenario maybe 10% of the pieces were fucked up. It would stand, she promised. I was just delirious and confused. Tiffany poured me a glass of prosecco and smiled.
We then went to the bar next door and paid too much for delicious drinks. I stumbled home wasted and passed out while Lily worked on her course syllabus for her anthropology classes.
The next day, Addi skyped with some good news:



it was totally working.
Not only were we able to verify the normals on our side, but Addi talked to the Rhino expert and was told that there was no magic solution, and that we were doing this the most efficient way possible under the time constraints.




In your face, parametric modeling!!!!
God knows I wish there was a less boring and repetitive way to get this done, but we have no time to screw around trying to find it.



pretty cool huh? I hope all of Reykjavik loves the finished product. My feelings will be hurt if they don't, though this is mostly Addi's baby. It's our baby now!