June, 2012


8
Jun 12

Travel day

A random billboard:

goats

I did not mean to suggest yesterday that I dislike travel. We do it a lot, and while I enjoy being at home there is a great deal to be said about being on the road.

The lower Appalachian Mountains, for example, are so beautiful. There’s just such a verdant and pastoral feeling, and so it was not a bad thing that the GPS took us off of the interstate and sent us through tiny towns that most people a county over had never heard of. The hills and mountains are majestic, and we could only think of seeing this in the fall, in those four or six pitch-perfect days of leaf turn that we get in the South, and how bad it would hurt to ride up these roads on our bikes.

goats

It is beautiful country. And then you drive in front of some of the worst highway kitsch on this side of the Mississippi. But what can you do. Mountains, like the autumn they inspired today, are on that list of things a photograph can’t share. No matter how wide or tight, no matter the filter or the Photoshop technique, they’re just too powerful for a lens.

goats

We’re visiting friends for the weekend — there’s a wedding. Also, our hotel has freshly made cookies. See? Another great thing about travel.

A small group of us found our way to some bad local pizza joint tonight. Apparently, the locals later told us, you don’t go there for the pizza. (Or the calzones, as I can now tell you.)

They do have what is apparently the most impressive beer selection in town. I couldn’t say, but they did have an entire page worth of brands. And their gimmick was that if you drank each in a 30-day period you got some sort of silly little reward. I can’t imagine eating that many bad calzones in a month, even if I was thirsty for 40 pints of beer.

We said we were from out of town, which only started the server in on the other promotional gimmick. You could get a four-ounce sample of each brand. And if you can drink them all in an hour, and not throw up, or otherwise cause a scene (it was very important that she told us this part) then you got the drinks free.

One presumes you’d pay for the eventual alcohol poisoning.

I can’t imagine trying that. I had a hard time imagining the person who would try that. She said one person had successfully completed the sample-sized challenge. A short person. I’m not sure what his size had to do with it. I’m fairly sure he wasn’t eating, though. Later we heard from someone that others have tried it and created an embarrassing situation for themselves, which finally explained the importance of the waitress’ caveat. You get kicked out, the deal is off and you have to pay. Again, in more ways than one.

Why would a person do this to themselves?

So we met the bride tonight. Lovely lady. We went to school at Alabama with the groom. We saw his brother and father again. We met his mother. They are lovely people. There was a small group up from the groom’s undergraduate days and we listened to them tell now ancient stories, which have surely gotten better in time.

The best stories always do. I hope they get a story or two like that out of their big weekend.


7
Jun 12

The cat is mad at us, and I might not be pleased myself

We’re back home. I unpack the laundry — Not clothes. You do not take dirty clothes to someone else’s place to clean, of course. You leave with clothes; you return with laundry. Home, if you’ve ever wondered, is where you do your laundry. — and throw it in the basket or, sometimes, in the washing machine as soon as I arrive home.

The Yankee … she does something. I am usually too fixated to notice. Unload car. Unpack suitcase. Hide suitcase from myself so as to trick the eye that there are no more trips, no more windshields, insulting airport experiences or unusual pillows.

Typically this works. She’s petting the cat, I’m distributing the suitcases, the backpacks and whatever else we have going on. Eventually Allie comes to me, we’ve missed each other, but I want to have these things out of the way. And she’ll camp out in the suitcases if they’re left sitting around for too long.

We’ve been gone a while, but we have someone who is kind enough to spend some time with Allie every day. Check the food and the water and pet her. You’ve never seen a cat crave more from “hoomans” than this one. And so all night last night it was stamp, stomp, meow, head butt, yowl, stamp, stomp.

We don’t have the heart, yet, to tell her we’re leaving again tomorrow. The suitcases, it turns out, didn’t go very far.

At least all of our trips are really great trips!

This is the scene at the Crepe Myrtle Cafe, the local market where we get a lot of healthy food. This is some sort of onion flower:

flower

We get this entire basket of fresh fruits and vegetables every Thursday. Most of them are grown very nearby. The girl that sold them to me today asked if I needed help carrying them to my car. Time to get that hair coloring product, apparently.

I mean, this basket is packed solid and gets hefty after a while, but really. I can handle it. And if I can’t, I’ll be in a commercial for one of those Rascal scooters. Delicious veggies, though:

veggies

Finally, got a chance to ride my bike again. Did 28 miles today, working on the backside of the big hill in town. There’s less traffic there, it has two great bends and is nicely shaded in the afternoon. I was timing my speed up it, going up and then down, up and then down. When the time started falling I moved on.

Elsewhere in my ride, I found a new personal best. I’ll have to double check, but I think I might have been speeding:

speeding

I believe I could get another mile or so out of that stretch, actually. Something else to shoot for.

FInally, my grandmother is feeling a bit under the weather. We went card shopping. This is the one I did not get:

card

The inside:

card


7
Jun 12

The historic marker series

Welcome to the 10th installment in the series that promises to photograph all of the historic markers in the county.

I’ve been riding around on my bike to find them all and sharing them on the site one at a time. Click in to see the story that goes with this beautiful house:

ScotYarbroughHouse

To see them all, just go here.

Enjoy, happy pedaling and happy reading!


6
Jun 12

Travel day

Heading home today. On the one hand it is amazing that you can travel across something like 1,000 miles and nine states in an evening. On the other hand it is amazing that it takes the better part of a day to get home.

Also, I got my first freedom rub today. I passed the time humming Lee Greenwood. Not sure the security guard federal agent got the joke.

We had lunch at Overton’s, where you can get four fried shrimp on a bun for $4.75.

The sunny, stormy view:

And now he’s playing coy:

But, really, they are after your french fries:

Flying out of White Plains:

I have the best travel companion:

She just reads and reads:

Sunset over … let’s call it Tennessee:

On the descent into Atlanta:

We got home around 11 p.m.


5
Jun 12

There is no metaphor, or metonymy

Rode part of something called Savage Revenge today. Oh it was delightfully horrible. Burned my quads, started a good sweat, stretched my lungs. Got up to the highest part of the midpoint and realized I didn’t have time to go through the entire thing, but I rode far enough to realize this might be a little more than I wanted today.

Beth Newell knows about Savage Revenge. She gave herself a do-over. There should be a metaphor for that:

don’t judge me. i wanted to school SAVAGE REVENGE. and five minutes into the new round, i was already 3 minutes behind. i finished a just little bit off the leader board…..in 1 hour 39 minutes, slightly behind the record of 0 hours 55 minutes.

My friend Will Collier writes about an entry for Worst Reporting of the Year:

David G. Savage of the Los Angeles Times’ Washington Bureau took a deep left turn into flyover country last week, churning out an appallingly inaccurate article on former Alabama Governor Don Siegelman. Siegelman was convicted on felony bribery charges in 2006 (after being voted out of office in 2003). Siegelman, whose prior appeals had been largely denied (two minor counts were thrown out by the Eleventh Circuit while the major bribery convictions remained intact), appealed to the U.S. Supreme Court. SCOTUS declined to hear that appeal on Monday. Siegelman, who served nine months of a seven-year prison term before being released on bond in 2008 pending appeals, will now go back to federal court in Alabama for re-sentencing.

Much of Savage’s article should be downright amusing to those familiar with either Siegelman or Alabama. In attempting to explain the strange creatures from this mysterious hinterland to his La-La Land readership, Savage presents this:

Siegelman was the rare Democrat who could win in Alabama. He had also won election as Alabama’s secretary of state, attorney general, and lieutenant governor. But his career ended when Republican-appointed U.S. attorneys charged him with corruption.

That’s one way to put it, if you either don’t know a thing about the political history of Alabama or are anxious to put a pro-Siegelman spin on the whole affair. While all of Alabama’s statewide offices did flip — by significant margins — to the GOP in the 2010 elections, prior to that year “Dirty Don” was far from being a “rare” Democratic officeholder.

How far? The state legislature had been majority Democrat for an astonishing 136 consecutive years prior to 2010.

The reporting actually gets worse throughout the piece. (Update: days later the piece’s many inaccuracies would not be corrected only. This is shoddy or deliberate.)

Want to see Venus go across the sun? The Internet can do that. Wired has links. So does NASA. It was cloudy here. Wikipedia:

Transits of Venus are among the rarest of predictable astronomical phenomena. They occur in a pattern that generally repeats every 243 years, with pairs of transits eight years apart separated by long gaps of 121.5 years and 105.5 years. The periodicity is a reflection of the fact that the orbital periods of Earth and Venus are close to 8:13 and 243:395 commensurabilities.

We watched it on a Netbook, which was something that at least made sense to people in the 2004 transit. What will they watch it on during the next passage, in the year 2117?

If you like reading comments, which is something for all of you masochists in the crowd, you might appreciate the ones added to John Archibald’s column today. He writes:

I’ve heard the questions all day.

Why are people protesting the new printing schedule at the New Orleans Times-Picayune, but not at the Birmingham News and other affected cities?

I hear that it is because we are too far right, or that we are too far left. I’ve heard that we are only interested in black people, and that we hate black people. I have heard we have outlived our usefulness, and that we don’t dig hard enough.

[…]

But if you want to look at why New Orleans protests and why all these other cities don’t, look at the nature of the cities.

New Orleans has identity and pride. Birmingham has division and hostility.

We can’t get together to “save” anything, because we can’t agree that anything is worth saving.

The comments are perhaps some of the more cogent — from almost every perspective– on the subject of Alabama’s shifting media landscape.

I keep my personal inbox as something of an electronic do list. There’s always a lot to do, of course, but I try to keep the size of that one low. You write me, I write you back. Here are some interesting things to read, or some research to consider, I’ll email myself the links until I can work through it. Important errands and tasks, that’s an email.

I had 11 in my inbox tonight when I somehow managed to delete them all. Every last one gone down into the memory hole of trash folders and cross-tabbed folders.

I spent the better part of an hour trying to remember the subject of all of those emails. Some of them came to mind more easily than others. Finally I dug through the cobwebs of both my brain and the trash folder to find them all.

When I finished my lovely bride said “There’s an undo button at the top of the page.”

I’m sure there’s a metaphor in there for some.