February, 2011


18
Feb 11

Best of the South awards banquet

Just so you know …

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The SEJC’s Best of the South awards banquet was tonight. This featured the Troy Jazz ensemble, a wonderful story by our organizer who stole the show with a dance with his wife, a First Amendment keynote speech by Student Press Law Center director Frank LoMonte, turkey, brisket and perfectly acceptable peach cobbler.

(Hint: Almost all peach cobbler is perfectly acceptable.)

Also, there were the Best of the South award presentations.

These are awards for which we submit in the fall. We send off a bunch of nominees covering a wide range of specialties across the print discipline, television, online and radio. This year we did not send as many as we normally do because of time constraints, but nevertheless we had an excellent night.

Out of 331 entries covering 24 categories with submissions from 29 schools, Samford students claimed seven honors in categories like best magazine writer, best press photographer, best radio journalist, best research paper and best magazine page layout designer. Exodus placed third in the magazine contest. The Crimson placed eighth in a talented field.

On the night Samford’s name was called as much as any other school in the state. Our students are doing something right.

We celebrated with Dairy Queen. And then I went back to my room to iron and work.

Tomorrow we’ll find out how we did in the on-site competitions and return to campus.


17
Feb 11

On the road

Which means on-the-road differences, discoveries and frustrations.

Like this:

Iron

Meet the only iron in the free world that refuses to heat up. I’ll be a little more wrinkled tomorrow for it.

Anyway, we’re in Troy at the Southeastern Journalism Conference. This is the 25th meeting of that august group, an annual gathering meant to promote journalism among aspiring students.

Samford has five nice, excited and thoughtful students on this trip. They’ll pick up awards the school has earned over the last year and compete for more honors in various on-site competitions.

Today the contest was in just getting down here. This trip is supposed to take two-and-a-half hours. We drove through an accident. We drove through one of those improbably slowdowns where nothing was going on at the front of the thing — it was mystifying, no merging, no stalls, cops or wrecks, everything just ground down to nothing for a while. I hate those things, even though I’ve read somewhere that it comes down to inattention. Someone jams on the brakes unexpectedly in a high volume situation and it can impact the road’s behavior for miles.

Anyway, then there was stopping to get gas because the rental car people didn’t give me enough. Then there was dinner – Chick-fil-A, my third visit there in as many days. Then we got turned around, but only for about two minutes.

Finally we made it to the conference hotel. We registered and then moved down the road to our hotel. When I got in my room it was 10 p.m., even. We left at 5 p.m.

Which is when the fun began. No Internet connection. My computer could see the local router, but could not get on. Observation: do not go ask the people at the front desk about this. That young lady wanted it to work really badly, but she had no idea.

Finally I found a phone number of the third-party contractor that provides the Internet service. We changed a few settings and she had me surfing in a few minutes.

Which is when I discovered the iron doesn’t heat up. And, yes, I surf while I iron. You don’t?

So tomorrow I’ll get that replaced.

Also, I’m not sure how the shower controls work. I think someone put that cover plate with the temperature guide onto the wall backwards.

But the soaps smell lovely. I have a huge television and a clean bed. And, despite this place being packed with college students in Troy for the conference, it seems quiet enough.

Tomorrow there will be workshop sessions, the on-site competitions, picking up a few awards, meeting nice people and more.


16
Feb 11

Trees at Toomer’s Corner poisoned

Out came the news today, some pathological deviant decided to do dastardly deeds. As of this writing the police are reportedly near an arrest and the fate of the trees is uncertain, but the situation is very grim. The best forestry specialists and horticulturists around work just down the street. If the stately old trees can pull through, they’ll be the people who make it happen.

But let me tell you a more important thing about my alma mater: Auburn and her family are stronger than oak and more sturdy than history. We’re going to say “Meet me at Toomer’s” for generations yet. The power of dixieland is going to be just fine.

War Eagle and plant a tree.

“I believe in the human touch, which cultivates sympathy with my fellow men and mutual helpfulness and brings happiness for all.”


15
Feb 11

Field trip!

Took my class to CBS-42, where the news director let the students sit in master control and the studio during a newscast and gave us a tour of the station. This, of course, being sweeps. It was my first time in that particular studio. One of Samford’s recent graduates is there. A few other alumni work there as well. They were all very nice, and very gracious hosts at CBS.

And now back to other pressing things. Here are The Lemonheads:

I pulled out my box of CDs and am listening through really old stuff, like this, right now. Hard to believe that’s almost 20 years ago.

The original tune, which is just incredible by the way, is now 21. It features a guitar and chimes, and is sung by Robyn St. Clare of the Australian indie jangle pop band The Hummingbirds. Nine people in the U.S. heard this when it was released. Now anyone can find their way to it with YouTube.


14
Feb 11

Monday staring into the computer

I have finished preparing for one of my four comps questions.

The studying of another is half-done. A third has been written in the curious way these things come together in my head before I ever sit down to type. The fourth … has a way to go yet.

In the meantime, ghillie suits!

Just keep playing that over and over until you are incorrigibly happy.

(The Yankee and I spent Valentines day working on our various school tasks. Just as well. Last night we celebrated our as-precise-as-we-can anniversary of being a couple. We went out for dinner and then came home and talked about experimental methodology. We’re very romantic.)