From time to time the notion of computer assisted reporting crops up in conversation around here. This is a fun and little example of reporters using databases, public records, the Internet and other sources for a fun story on bad sportsmanship. The Wall Street Journal’s results don’t surprise me at all:
(W)hich college-football rivalry is the dirtiest? To find out, the Count tallied how many conduct and roughness penalties have been assessed in the last five meetings of 40 rivalries. Unsportsmanlike conduct, late hits and other roughness calls counted (including offsetting ones); penalties that aren’t generally malicious did not, like roughing the kicker.
The meanest matchup by this measure: Auburn-Georgia. The Deep South’s oldest rivalry, which began in 1892, has averaged 5.4 behavior-related penalties per game the past five years.
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A devoted Iowa couple married for 72 years died holding hands in the hospital last week, exactly one hour apart.
The passing reflected the nature of their marriage, where, “As a rule, everything was done together,” said the couple’s daughter Donna Sheets, 71.
Gordon Yeager, 94, and his wife Norma, 90, left their small town of State Center, Iowa, on Wednesday to go into town, but never made it. A car accident sent the couple to the emergency room and intensive care unit with broken bones and other injuries. But, even in the hospital, their concerns were each other.
“She was saying her chest hurt and what’s wrong with Dad? Even laying there like that, she was worried about Dad,” said the couple’s son, Dennis Yeager, 52. “And his back was hurting and he was asking about Mom.”
When it became clear that their conditions were not improving, the couple was moved into a room together in beds side-by-side where they could hold hands.
“They joined hands; his right hand, her left hand,” Sheets said.
So I wake up and The Yankee and I set out for a biscuit. We visit Mr. Price’s because he has the best breakfast in town. We make it just in time, between the late breakfast crowd and before the painfully early lunch crowd. I had eggs and hashbrowns and ham and it could have just gone on forever. I like our breakfasts. Very peaceful.
A little boy was there with his mother and when they got up to leave Mr. Price gave him two bags of M&Ms for his Halloween pumpkin. Two bags! Two weeks away!
He did not give me any.
And now I want M&Ms.
At home, finishing the preparation for my long day, I watched the forecast. Rain, being pushed through by a cold front. Close the windows then, to keep out the rain. Study the radar and perform multivariate calculations on the pace of the line of storms and my drive to campus. Where will the two intersect? How can I minimize the time I spend in the rain? And do I have time for all of that?
I did not have time for all of that. So I risked it.
This was one section of my drive:
The road had a generally sunny disposition. It sprinkled in one tiny spot, but everything else appeared eager and happy to be in a bright, sunny October day.
After I drove through those clouds in the distance, I found some more:
Glad I snapped that picture when I did. The road curves to the left just after that, and there was nothing but blue sky beyond.
Gave a 20 question current events quiz in class today. Held forth on photojournalism after that. I enjoy that lecture, I get to talk about people like Henri Cartier-Bresson, Arnold Hardy and Lewis Hine. And then I get to put up pictures I’ve taken, which is about the only way these comparisons can be made. After class a few students stuck around and talked about stories they are working on. I really enjoy those one-on-one coaching sessions beyond the classroom.
And now grading, lots of grading. And also the newspaper, where even now student-journalists are at various levels of putting together tomorrow’s paper. Some of those bright young minds starting talking this evening about their future. “It is in your hands, as a draft, right now,” I say. I’m expecting something close to a perfect edition tomorrow.
” … wants to be friends with you on Facebook” was sitting in my inbox this morning.
But they should send these with a greater nod to suspense. I’m already friends with everyone that a.) I know today who b.) wants to be my friend and c.) is on Facebook.
A new invitation is either spam, which isn’t exciting, a mistake, which may as well be spam or some new person I’ve recently met. I haven’t made any new acquaintances in the last few days.
This leaves one possibility: some old person.
Of course you know that in the first two words of the email. There’s the name, and the higher part of the brain speaks with the lower part of the brain, and they conference in the memory section and the assessment nodule for a big decision. Is this a person? The person? Shall we be friends? That is to say, make it digitally official, because permission has been sought.
Go up to the next person you meet that you like and say “I want to be your friend,” while holding up a “Confirm” button. It can’t me any more awkward an interaction, but I digress.
In the first tow words, the name of this person, you know. And I knew this name, even as it was a slightly shortened version for the man of the boy I once knew. After I pushed the little blue button and spent a few seconds looking through his profile and the first two or three pictures I was sure. Same guy. By then you know what the person is doing with their life.
Now. If you’d approached me any time within the last 10 years and told me what his job would be I would have thought “Yeah, well, that figures.”
Which makes you wonder. How often do career paths and life choices surprise you when you discover lost people online?
Most everyone I’ve stumbled upon, or sought out, seem to be doing well for themselves. There are lots of young families, successes and just a few difficult-sounding jobs. Most of them just seem to be in the places you would expect. That’s not uninteresting, for some that’s just knowing which path takes us where you need to be.
I suspect the online platforms have reshaped reunions. No one has to be surprised, anymore, about what became of anyone else, how they look and if they’re still with that dolt they wasted their time on when they were young and foolish and —
I just discovered a Facebook page about my high school. The theme is “You know you went here if.” Most of it is banal or beyond prosaic. One comment says “If you assumed school was closed on the first day of hunting season.”
Before that you can find a post for people who still live in that community alerting parent/alumni to watch out for a green truck that seems to be lurking near a truck stop. There’s also a death list. A few people have developed a master list of people that have died. A grim and valuable service, no doubt.
Ha. I love this. That community was basically two parallel roads, and in between was the school and a set of railroad tracks. Probably half of the student body had to cross the tracks to make it to school every day. There was an old gentleman who lived right next to the tracks. Just found a note about him. Once my mother insisted we take him a little fruit basket, and now I’m very glad she thought of that:
He was my grandfather. Everyone just doesn’t know what it meant to him for all of the kids to go by and wave to him. He passed away in 92.
He’d sit on his porch every morning and afternoon in his co-op cap and overalls and wave. If it rained, or he did not feel well, he would wave from one of his windows. He’s been gone 20 years. His house has been gone for almost as long, but judging by those comments generations of people think of him every time they have to slow down for those railroad tracks.
That’s enough Facebook for this month.
Class prep today. I wrote a terrific lecture on photojournalism. As an experiment I’m blending pictures I’ve taken with pictures working photojournalists have shot. We’ll see how many times I’m found out. I’m guessing: each time.
Justin Elliott writes that The Washington Post “chose an image of a bearded protester seeming to assault a cop to illustrate a movement that has been overwhelmingly — almost without exception — nonviolent.” The image shows an Occupy Wall Street protester with his arm around a police officer’s neck. Andrew Burton, the freelance photographer who captured the image, tells Elliott that he doesn’t know what sparked the confrontation and that due to the melee he didn’t even know he had captured that image until later. The ”vast majority of the protests have been incredibly peaceful,” Burton says.
And people think confrontation is news, mostly because it is. But is it representative? The debate continues.
There’s also a current events quiz, featuring exactly no questions about Occupy Wall Street. I would pass it, says the guy who wrote the thing, but it won’t be an easy one to take if you hadn’t been reading or watching the news.
A new section of the site:
These are some of my grandfather’s books. I inherited them a few years ago, and have been scanning a few of the images inside his old texts. Figured they’d make an interesting section, so here we begin. Just a few pages a week, starting with the English literature textbook. Some are intended to be funny, others insightful. Hopefully you’ll find them all interesting, especially if you have a taste in 60 year old books.
There’s a small tidbit in this book that will come up in a few weeks that show my grandfather’s road from a young age, too.
This post was written while listening to the George Harrison documentary. There’s a moment with an archival Harrison interview were he talks about the “inward journey” of meditation and “far out” in the same sentence. There is, of course, an overwhelming discussion on the drugs, and a dire need for a razor and sharp scissors, but that’s just the period. (Hah, here’s a history of the band in hairstyles. They were so in tune with the universe back then, you know.) I recommend the documentary …
Suddenly Auburn’s defense is looking worthy, mostly on the strength of a young and angry defensive line, led tonight by Corey Lemonier. This was Florida’s first pass of the game, where they thought they’d challenge a defender deep. The pass was intercepted, and that was the biggest threat of the night from the Gators.
Auburn’s offense is still struggling, but the defense, the special teams and a few odd calls from officials kept an inept Florida team at bay. In the end, the Tigers won 17-6. It should have been at least 23-6, or perhaps 27-6.
It wasn’t the best game to see — a common theme in college football today, based on what I was able to see — but it was a win. Auburn used all three of their quarterbacks and generated less than 300 yards, but held the misfiring Gators to less than 200.
Auburn wasn’t expect to win any games during this stretch of October, but they’ve won two. They are now 5-2 on the year and headed next weekend into Baton Rouge for a big clash with LSU.
