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The indoor tower probably needs to be inspected by the FCC or the butcher’s union or somebody.
The base is a foot stool with a lot of cross-bracing, so those cross braces are being used for a slab of wood stuck across which contains the power pack for my drain-pipe microphone. If it were to get bumped the wrong way it would all go crashing to the floor.
The top of the stool, the nominal “seat”, has a tringular piece of particle board setting there with three bamboo poles plugged and glued into drilled holes on the outer edges and reaching high to the ceiling where a wire antenna is held dangling with the Wholehouse 2.0 FM transmitter hanging like a puppet snapped to the wire with an allegator clip, its power cable strung down to the wall wart which is plugged into a heavy-duty 3-prong extension cord which hangs from one of the stool cross-braces.
One leg of the bamboo tower has the base and phone of a cordless phone tie-wrapped to the leg, within reach of me, the station operator.
I’m not even held up by anything, just lucky to achieve balance once in awhile.
I see imperfections as the potential makings of perfection, laying in wait of a perfector who someday will upgrade everything.
Heck, the whole world isn’t held up by anything, it’s just hurtling around with no seat belts.