January, 2011


19
Jan 11

“Like Agnes, Agatha, Germaine, and Jacq”

I learned today a photograph of mine is being published in a book. Perhaps more than one. The Email reads “We are happy to inform you that one (or more) of your photos has been selected for publication … ”

They could be more specific, but, then, it is a coffee table book. Perhaps they can’t. Maybe the coffee table book industry is in flux about the size of their margins and page counts and that’s left everything up to a last-minute design by some machine tech who’s going to be doing the actual heavy lifting. Maybe there’s some question about whether a book should have odd or even pages and an extra photograph or two hangs in the balance. Maybe they just like to keep their options open. This is for a book on Auburn football. You can find out more about it here.

Spend some time on campus this afternoon. We had a meeting about a class which is set to begin next week. We’re teaching three sections of the same class and are trying to standardize things a bit. One of my colleagues has done a very nice job pulling all of this together, and so this was a great meeting.

This is a survey class where we take new students and give them the opportunity to learn about various types of media and public relations and advertising. In the overview we take field trips. Now I just have to line up a television station, a magazine publisher and a PR firm. That’s for the rest of the week.

We had a late lunch at Moe’s Original BBQ with Brian. I think we might have been the only people in the place. For a while I wasn’t sure that the one employee was there. But the barbecue was good.

We stopped at the mall for The Yankee to exchange something at Sephora. She exchanged her product there and the lady running the counter complained of gas prices. I told her to try a horse. Government regulations have improved their oats mileage, you might have heard.

We drove home in the darkness. As we got off the interstate I learned that my wife has, improbably, never heard Biz Markie’s classic hit. So, for her, and for you:

That spent 22 weeks on the Billboard chart in 1990, earning heavy rotation from January to June, peaking at ninth that March. Only Phil Collins, Michel’le, Billy Joel, Bad English, Taylor Dane, The B-52s and Janet Jackson topped Biz at his height of popularity, and three of their songs were number ones.

How did she miss that?


18
Jan 11

Amazing, really

We live in a miraculous age, really. Every time someone goes to the hospital you hear about some new procedure doing some amazing thing in an incredibly un-invasive way. And then the patient is back on their feet again in no time.

Scientists make great strides with impressive frequency on many of the big issues of our day.

I can beam a movie into my computer, just because I want to sit in my library and read, rather than walking into the next room to watch the same movie, beamed into the television.

These are amazing things.

I can’t keep an Internet connection when it rains.

Just before we moved here the good people voted to invite in some cable and ISP competition. Just before Christmas they dug through our neighborhood to install their new equipment.

Tiny flags sprouted up throughout the area marking underground this and buried that. Asphalt and sidewalk are painted in cryptic codes. There were two big holes in our yard. The came back along and fixed that part, at least.

But without fail the Internet turns demure at least once a day.

I stopped counting at six times today. Sure, I grouse and complain. A nice guy on Twitter who works for Charter in Missouri tried to help. But he’s in Missouri. The local folks are nice enough, too, when you can get them out here. They haven’t fixed it, yet, but at least they’re kind.

Science can do this: “We have built a wireless implantable microelectronic device for transmitting cortical signals transcutaneously.”

Get a guy out front with a shovel? You are sure to get rainwater into your conduit.

So I listened, when the Internet connection worked, to The Damned United while I read today. It was based on a friend’s recommendation, and is the fictionalized biopic about an English club manager in the 1970s. If you can’t study over that you’re just not trying.

It didn’t work out very well for the guy. He held the job just 42 days.

Later there was Death at a Funeral, last year’s American version. I’m betting the English version was better. IMDb agrees. It was probably more nuanced than the remake. Nothing is subtle about Martin Lawrence or Tracy Morgan, though.

After the rain stopped this evenin, and the Internet connection returned — Is there a list, somewhere of things that are disproportionately, irrationally disappointing? Does this top that list? — I watched Brothers, without reading.

This was the one to see undistracted. It has a reasonable flow and it possesses a sound story (it is based on a Danish story). I’d buy Tobey Maguire with a lower rank, but Jake Gyllenhaal as an ex-con works. The trailers, if you’ll recall them, did not do the film justice. The build is much slower and the end is almost uncertain.

Elsewhere, I read and studied. I tinkered with the site. You’re reading a new font. Thrilling, I know.

Tomorrow’s adventure will make today’s adventure look like … movies and reading and fonts. I hope your Wednesday is equally impressive.


17
Jan 11

“May we be ever unswerving in devotion to principle”

I’m doing this new thing on Twitter, starting the day’s incessant babble with a This Day in History. It is so useful when radio announcers do it, I figure why not bring it to the new format. It really sets the tone. Much like radio announcers.

I never did this day in history on the radio. It was dumb then, too. But, if you find the right things, pull the right threads and put things together just right …

And here were today’s things:

1991: Operation Desert Storm began
1961: Eisenhower warns of the military-industrial complex
1949: America’s first sitcom airs

Draw your own conclusions what these things mean. I’ve no idea.

Back then the talent did their own promotional spots. If you consider what she’s shilling you have to marvel at how things have changed.

Mrs. Goldberg seems to run the thing — she created the radio program prior to television, of course she’s the central figure. The dialog moves quickly, but the style would be lost on a contemporary audience. But dig this first exchange:

“A gangster killed a man in a telephone booth … ”

That’s just the beginning of the first sentence of the episode.

Alabama inaugurated its new governor and other elected officials today. There was a parade. There were clouds, but then a great clearing out by the sun just before Gov. Bentley address the crowd.

There were other speeches, and a flyover, and singing. There was also artillery. I watched it on television. The advisor of my master’s thesis was one of the studio analysts.

Our new governor, it seemed, had to wear an ID lanyard. That’s going to be my lasting impression, I’m afraid. If ever there was a man, and ever a day for a man to note require a brightly colored cloth necklace with a plastic sleeve containing information about his name and title, this would have been that day.

The new lieutenant governor is very excited. Kay Ivey has a perfectly shaped south Alabama accent. I always enjoyed interviewing her when she was the treasurer and I was still reporting. She had nice answers and delivered everything in her lovely tone. I thought she’d jump out of her shoes today.

The new state auditor could not be there for the ceremony. She was welcoming home her son. He’s an army captain who’s been deployed in Afghanistan. This isn’t a problem because her husband sits on the state Supreme Court. He swore her in later today. They have another son who’s a mechanical engineer at the huge steel plant in Mobile. That’s an interesting dinner table.

Spent the rest of the afternoon and into the evening writing. Writing, rewriting, moving blocks, reshaping words of clay, lumping it together and rolling it between my fingers. Finally I made a lumpy little ashtray — or something — out of it. It’ll be around on Thursday, I think.

And that’s it. That’s enough, says my mild, persistent headache.

The quote? That’s Eisenhower. It doesn’t strike you so much as rhetoric as an old man who has seen a thing or two and who knows a thing or two. Fifty years ago tonight he said that. It was a Tuesday, and that was his last big speech before leaving office on Friday. You wonder if he went to bed the rest of the week, hoping we’d listened.


16
Jan 11

Catching Up

Seems I didn’t take a lot of extra pictures this week. Most things have either already been published or were adventures of the prosaic kind. Nevertheless, here are four pictures — three of them a little overdue — and one video.

Here’s a three-picture collage from the gym meet. These guys always sit on the front row, on the floor. If you paint yourself blue, you deserve it.

Allie

She likes books.

Allie

Allie helped us put away the Christmas things some time back.

Allie

She also likes sun tans.

Rolling Toomer’s.


15
Jan 11

22 words about not seeing the BCS trophy

Walmart

I’m not going to Walmart. I don’t care for crowds or lines that much. I’ll just see the trophy at the museum.

That’s the setting for tomorrow, though. If someone doesn’t write Fear and Loathing in the Walmart Parking Lot piece I’ll be disappointed.

That is all.