May, 2010


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May 10

The end of spring

One last hint of winter over the weekend. Sunday and Monday, in the second week of May, we never got above 60 degrees. All that’s over now. We touched 86 today, and it felt warmer. The gentle kiss of mild temperatures will go the way of the cool soon enough. Summer is almost upon us.

I know because the semester ended for me today. One last set of final presentations this afternoon, just like yesterday’s, neatly wrapped up the term.

It has been a productive one — taught two classes, worked with the paper, took two classes, presented six papers at conference — and it seemed to stretch longer than usual.

Finished the newsroom’s recycling, wrote up a policy memo or two, had a big lunch and worked on cameras with the rest of my day.

I bobbed and weaved my way through rush hour traffic. Stopped by the hair cutting emporium, where the wait was too long. I have a strict half-hour wait policy on cheap haircuts.

So I went to the library instead. Picked up a big stack of movies for the next week. I started with the television series and then moved from the A’s and moved all the way through the Z’s in an orderly, alphabetical fashion. Got nine DVDs, went through the self check out and escaped the library without anyone even glancing in my direction.

The Yankee and I visited the grocery store, where I learned there is such a thing as pure blended fruit to go. I’m a bigger fan of Van-zilla. I also learned about mojo chicken, which we had for dinner tonight. Pretty good stuff.

We watched Hancock, from the library. Zeus on a bender is a funny idea. Superheroes with consequences is worth considering. And, sure, this is a comic book movie, but it could have been better.

After that there was Leatherheads, which was OK, but I’d expected more. The blurb on the back of the DVD case promises “hilarious screwball antics!” I remain unconvinced.

On IMDB Hancock earns .4 more of a star than Leatherheads. In a real star that would be a lot of hydrogen. Amongst Will Smith fans and the forgiving nature of community movie ratings I’d think the distance is pretty narrow.

That sort of depth of insight will only improve around here now that the summer is upon us.


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May 10

One final down …

One day to go.

Students gave their website presentations in one class at Samford this evening. We made them dress up and talk us through their site, describing their layout, thought process and explanation of why they added some features and omitted others.

The sites look good.

Dr. C., who’s been teaching for my entire lifetime, was impressed by their efforts. The students have only been working in Dreamweaver for three weeks, but many of them have created nice portfolio sites.

Now we just have to upload them.

At the end of the class I thanked them for the patience, bragged on them for struggling through the new software and encouraged them to keep at it.

They didn’t want to see mine. Something about getting home to see Lost.

Full day otherwise. Grading here, printing there, Emailing everyone. It was the this and that of putting the semester to bed. Somehow it ate up the day.

I did manage to scan a handful of things for Tumblr and the blog. These are all just ads from ancient editions of the campus newspaper. There are folders in a file cabinet by my desk and I’m leafing through them all. A lot of interesting things happened in the 1970s.

The Yankee and I spent the late night sitting on the sofa. No studying, no deadlines. It was a nice change of pace.

Tomorrow is the last final. The summer starts around 4 p.m.


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May 10

Call it a hunch, but I’m guessing this restaurant didn’t care for how the space-filler worked its way right next to their 1974 ad. An antique dealer is in that location now. The sandwich shop seems to be closed. Go figure.

Call it a hunch, but I’m guessing this restaurant didn’t care for how the space-filler worked its way right next to their 1974 ad.

An antique dealer is in that location now. The sandwich shop seems to be closed. Go figure.


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May 10

“Golly, I have a feeling I might be hungry for a hot dog in 18 to 59 seconds!” As far as I can tell — in a 13-second Google search — this is an optician’s office now. Good. This ad is from 1974.

“Golly, I have a feeling I might be hungry for a hot dog in 18 to 59 seconds!”

As far as I can tell — in a 13-second Google search — this is an optician’s office now.

Good.

This ad is from 1974.


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May 10

When I finally get my time machine one of the places I’ll visit is 1973. I’ll stop this guy from wearing those shorts, because she just isn’t interested. Yes. I know he’s cartoon. I also know they aren’t giving him the desired reaction from his cartoon friend there.

When I finally get my time machine one of the places I’ll visit is 1973. I’ll stop this guy from wearing those shorts, because she just isn’t interested.

Yes. I know he’s cartoon. I also know those shorts aren’t giving him the desired reaction from his cartoon friend there.