Normally I add photos to the Sunday slot as filler. These are things I haven’t shared elsewhere through the week. But, this week, I have none. The feature has this week fallen to the binge-purge nature of my shutterbuggery.
And so there’s this. We’re waiting on the magical coupler to appear. We ordered it yesterday in our attempt to cheaply fix the washing machine. After consulting Google and YouTube I discovered that this is a repair I can do myself. It takes less than an hour and should cost about $20 for the coupler.
Well. I disassembled the washer to find that, yes, the coupler was broken. We ventured out into the world to find that, no, there is not a coupler to be found. We returned home and ordered one on Amazon for $.50 cents. And now I am waiting for it to arrive. In the meantime, the laundry room is flaunting its disarray, and if ever there was a room that needed structure, that’s the one.
Rode 26.9 miles on the bike this evening. It was a very sluggish experience, having lost my legs yet again, and exhausted them yesterday afternoon. I did meet one of my silly goals, however. On the next-to-last road on the route I was passed by a golf cart. And then, soon after, a pickup. The truck had to slow a bit for the golf cart, and there was a young kid in the back seat of the cart who’d waved. So I decided I would make a pace with them. And I did so, ultimately passing the pickup truck.
I also passed the cart for about two-hundredths of a second, but had to yield the way to a tricky little spot in the road. It was my one nice sprint of the day, surely never to be repeated.
I started working on a presentation today, which is to say I began reading things on which I will discuss on Thursday. The topic? The future of journalism. How can you go wrong? This is the level of punditry that is easily forgettable if you guess wrong. Should you guess right, however, someone might say “That guy in that presentation at that one hotel at the conference in — where was it? Minneapolis? Burbank? Yeah, I think that was it, Baltimore — was right. Wow!”
In reality there are plenty of ways to go wrong. But there are also lots of places to make wise, wry observations. Some of these are very obvious. Some are pure guesses grounded in wishes. I want a holodeck on which I can watch the news. Who wouldn’t? Others are already here and happening. Robot reporters? Complete video packages produced on my phone? None of these things would make sense to Edward Murrow, and yet they are among us here today.
I’ve done the math. A woman retiring from a newsroom today in her mid-60s started working around 1964 or so. Think of all that’s changed in the interim. And the young students who are just starting out today in their early 20s? What will they have the opportunity to work with in 2050? What a great topic for a presentation.
I’ll be in none of those cities, by the way, but perhaps my prognostication will be closer to the mark. More on that later, I guess.
