Alabama


2
Sep 10

There’s a football in the air

The last few days have been … mildish. Given the recent weather the upper 80s were delightful. Over the weekend we actually enjoyed a day of weather that, in comparison, seemed almost cool. And, yes, Deep South, September. I understand. We have this conversation often, The Yankee and I. These are perfectly natural temperatures here, I remind her.

Doesn’t make you sweat less.

But, today, we returned to a heat index of 97 degrees at one point. I like summer, but there comes a point in September when it just begins to feel cruel. We’ll reach that point in a week or two, the point of Rubbing It In. The point of Oh, Really? The point of biology where the body says “You know, there’s no more sweat to be had.”

And suddenly a subarctic lifestyle doesn’t seem like a bad idea. That’s when you walk into a restaurant’s cooler and realize “A little more summer might not be so bad.”

Spent the morning researching media effects. Had a meeting with one of my committee members to start discussing my comprehensive exams. He’s such a cool guy. Very kind and energetic and incredibly intelligent.

So naturally we talked about NASCAR and iPhone applications.

At Samford I had a meeting with the new editor. She’s getting ready to run her first issue of the newspaper next week. The online editor joined us to hammer out a few policies for the new year.

We turned it into a teleconference, which turned into a site re-design project in the next few weeks. And from that conversation a lot of exciting things will happen. It was an enthusiastic afternoon full of a great deal of promise. We’re looking forward to new partnerships, bringing in more news outlets to the site, breaking more news on the web, adding more sports and more.

It’ll be a good year.

Traffic? Not so great. Eight miles of construction to get through, all of it behind this guy:

Not speeding

Soon after I passed the buses carrying the Florida Atlantic football team. (Later: FAU blocked a UAB field goal attempt on the final play to win, 32-31.)

I also saw this guy:

Tailgaters

Temperatures or not, that’s the first sign of fall. Football is here!

In fact, there are five games on my television tonight, so if you’ll excuse me …


31
Aug 10

What has happened to our conviction?

First class of the semester. For the professor in me, at least. Samford gets the benefit of a later start. Classes began yesterday, mine kicked off this afternoon. I’m teaching editing to a class full of eager young student journalists. I’ve had some of these students in previous classes.

We did the standard fare introductory stuff and then I gave a quiz. Now I’m that professor.

I showed them this video:

The point of the video being to speak and write with conviction and purpose. Seemed appropriate for an editing class. Took them a while, but they got into it by the end.

Should be a good class, if the professor does a good job with his part.

Had a meeting with the boss. Had a meeting with our new sales manager. We brain stormed ideas and then a few more and then one or two more besides. Now she just has to go out and spread the good word. Had a third meeting.

And then I read a lot.

My reading

That’s for class on Thursday.

The black and whites will be up shortly, but that’s it for the day.  Tomorrow will be more workshop stuff, more studying, more work. More more more. (And another new, September long feature.)


26
Aug 10

A loooongish Thursday

Occasionally, when you wake up before the sun, you want to spend all day in sunglasses.

When you spend the early morning hours trying to figure out a particularly tricky issue that involves mathematics and then still wake up before the sun … well, it is best to reach for the welder’s eye guard.

Spent the morning discussing experimental designs to research media effects in class. The guy next to me brought strawberries. And because I had forsaken breakfast they smelled even 16 percent better than normal. He then returned to his coffee mug. And then he produced a bottle of water. Who knows what else was in his bag.

The class is a good one though. Our professor is internationally renowned, a very kind and engaging man. He has a deep stash of jokes and a very personable way about his seminar class. I suspect it will become an incredibly useful class by the time it is finished.

He’s also on my dissertation committee, so I’m doubly lucky.

After class I found my dissertation chair, another prolific and well respected researcher. We have nice conversations and he always has a handful of good ideas. We’re getting close to answering all the biggest questions and solving the largest fundamental problems with my dissertation idea. Ultimately it is making the whole thing a little bit easier, I think.

Had a meeting with my boss at Samford. We’re co-teaching a class together this semester. Should be a good class, now that the prep has been formalized. I will teach a bit about Strunk & White. Just doing my part to pass along the idea of omitting needless words.

I also met with the editor of the paper, who will hopefully omit many needless words, and the ad manager, who will hopefully add many paid words. It is the circle of news.

That’s about it for the day. Oh, and one other video. Did you know that Calera is, apparently, the fastest growing city in the state? The Oracle at Wikipedia says their population has tripled since the 2000 census. Here is a little snippet of town:

This time next week we’ll be visiting a new section on the site. I’m very excited for it. This time tomorrow we’ll be celebrating Pie Day. I’m always very excited about that as well.


19
Aug 10

Now that’s a day

My day started at 5 a.m. for the second time this week. When did yours start? There are people who are already awake by then. I saw them on the road, biking, or at the gym, working out. These are disturbed individuals. I’d say something about waking up that early twice this week, but all of those people did too.

Of course it hit the mid-90s today, and at the early hour it was only 77 degrees with 94 percent humidity, so they are most likely just brilliant self-preservationists.

Another sporadic new feature, Today’s Mystery:

What do they make in there?

Had a class this morning, titled Researching Media Effects. It is taught by an internationally renowned scholar who is the new dean of our graduate program. He’s bringing about swift changes, the kind of things that make you wish he’d had the job a few years back.

Over the summer they’ve been renovating all of our labs, and there is a great deal of promise for future research and hopefully a little of it will help when I get to my dissertation, which is only just around the corner. This is my last class and I’ll be start preparing for comprehensive exams soon.

Time flies when you’re insanely busy, I guess.

Anyway, the class is about researching media effects and given the professor and the reading list it is already one of the best classes of the curriculum. I’m looking forward to the class, but I’d rather still be in the summer.

Visited Samford. Had lunch. We had a church media workshop underway today and I sat in a few of those sessions. I had a meeting with the boss to receive more marching orders for the semester. Had a nice long meeting with the new editor, who is a very collected young woman. I suspect that her staff will put out some quality stories and great papers before too long.

I sold a few cardboard boxes. We bought a few extras for the move and they went unused. The people that sold them will buy them back, making me think I might be in the wrong business. Glenn Beck wants you to invest in cardboard, but there is a humble income to be found in corrugated materials.

And then I headed home. The best thing about a nice afternoon drive:

The clouds. Or the cloud. That’s actually one cloud I chased for a good long while. The road turned just before I got under the thing and the curve never bent the car back underneath. But at least I caught some meaningless video.

We headed out to an owl release this evening. Turned into the parking lot with the crowd, and asked a police officer working the parking traffic what the event was.

“Band-o-Rama.”

So we left, having dodged a musical bullet.

The owl release was just up the road, because nothing motivates previously captive birds like percussion and low brass. Only the owl release had been postponed because of bad weather. But the weather was beautiful. It took three people to explain the delay and hand out fliers to the guests. “Fledglings No More” will take place in September.

At dinner I physically hit the wall. I stood up to get my drink, blinked and felt it. The 5 a.m. part of the day had officially won.

So I edited two videos, wrote this, had dinner and planned tomorrow. It’ll be another great adventure! Hope yours is even better!


17
Aug 10

The last of it

The final hours of summer are upon us. I had a meeting at Alabama Monday, and a class there Thursday. I have a workshop to attend at Samford that afternoon. We’re jumping right into the fall.

You forget how much you appreciate the summers when adulthood turns you into a 40 hour a week, 50 or more weeks a year person. That happened to me. Summer wasn’t a time to be off, but rather a time to work some more. So it was just more time. It was time out of time, which is what summer is, for children, but only different.

Two years ago when I returned to campus professionally I looked forward to the summer. All that happened during those three months was marriage, a promotion, a move and the busiest nine hours of my graduate school career. It didn’t feel especially like summer. Which was fine. I’d been used to that for years. Long years, in fact. It has been 20 summers since I’ve had either no classes or no job.

And so this summer, I’ve looked forward to it for some long time. All we did was go to Europe, buy a house and move. I did the tiniest bit of research, the smallest bit of work and otherwise enjoyed the summer. And got spoiled by it.

Now we return to reality. I have class and work and they are wonderful and I’m blessed that this is my career and my daily experience, truly. (But wanting a little more summer is only natural, right?) Next summer — not that I’m looking that far ahead — I’ll be finishing my dissertation. I’m guessing that won’t feel like much of a break, but this one has had a very nice feel.

One of those many signs of the return of campus obligations is the dreadful Beloit list. This was, once upon a time, a more entertaining collection. It is aimed at professors, to try and give them some humor and insight into the cultural positioning of incoming freshmen. I suppose it also makes some professors feel old. It also stretches the bonds of credulity:

9. Had it remained operational, the villainous computer HAL could be their college classmate this fall, but they have a better chance of running into Miley Cyrus’s folks on Parents’ Weekend.

12. Clint Eastwood is better known as a sensitive director than as Dirty Harry.

65. They first met Michelangelo when he was just a computer virus.

72. One way or another, “It’s the economy, stupid” and always has been.

9. But probably not, since Hal was a robot. In space. And also because the Cyrus family is only going to one campus this fall. Odds are it isn’t yours, no matter what that girl in freshman bio said about seeing Hannah Montana in the quad.

12. This presupposes that every student stays away from cable television and has no fathers, grandfathers or other family members with a predisposition to westerns.

65. Is just insulting, really.

72. A humanities professor is tied to this list, but he should have spoken with his political science colleagues. Surely they speak here of Clinton, but in reality it has forever, and shall always be, about the economy.

The list also stretches the boundaries of chronology:

1. Few in the class know how to write in cursive.

19. They never twisted the coiled handset wire aimlessly around their wrists while chatting on the phone.

28. They’ve never recognized that pointing to their wrists was a request for the time of day.

1. I know that they are teaching to the test at elementary and grade schools now, but surely there is an itinerant English teacher who insisted they could pull off a cursive lowercase F if need be.

19. Really? The timing of these just looks at things like market penetration of wireless and cell phones, but doesn’t consider the ubiquity of former tools. Some people still even have these phones, which mean the class of 2020, even, will know that plastic, rubbery feel.

28. I’m testing this on my students and will let you know the results.

Others are there to indulge the righteousness of the professoriate:

21. Woody Allen, whose heart has wanted what it wanted, has always been with Soon-Yi Previn.

41. American companies have always done business in Vietnam.

42. Potato has always ended in an “e” in New Jersey per vice presidential edict.

21. While I’m betting the wrist gesture still works, I’m certain Woody Allen is far removed from the students’ minds, to say nothing of Soon-Yi. But he’s important to some film prof.

41. Because the political nuance must be attended.

42. That Dan Quayle sure was dumb.

Now let us do the math. By comparison of years, the Beloit Mindset list — had it existed when I was a freshman, would have referenced something Walter Mondale did in office. None of us would have understood the reference, either. Which is the point of the list, I suppose.

Usually, this is a better instrument of enlightenment, of whoa and wow. Perhaps, though, we’ve reached a point where the changes over the course of a generation are less earth shaking. Maybe we’ve reached the post of post-modernity. For example, “The historic bridge at Mostar in Bosnia has always been a copy” isn’t keeping kids up nights. Today’s students, their peers nor their peers likely sit to reflect on annus horribilis.

“Nirvana is on the classic oldies station.” But, then, REM was creeping onto the classic rock station when I was in undergrad.  And “The dominance of television news by the three networks passed while they were still in their cribs.”

Have I told you the story of last year’s freshmen? I did a presentation with this picture:

I asked “Who knows who this man is?”

Nothing.

Crickets.

The man had been off the air for only five years.

See the entire Beloit list here. Enjoy more cogent thoughts on the subject from the always impressive James Lileks.

Elsewhere I used today productively. I struggled with and tried three different ways to build the websites The Yankee wanted. She had one lapse on her a while back and since her classes are starting these things must be restored. I experimented, about a month ago, actually, with the WordPress MU platform. I have a small handful of photo blogs I’m running off of MU. I figured it out in an hour or two.

And so, naturally, when I settled in to do this for her I found that WordPress has incorporated the MU into their basic platform now. Somehow the changes and how to make it work escaped me. We came up with a workaround, however. This was my afternoon. I tinkered with code and listened to hours of TiVoed television. Lovely afternoon.

Tomorrow you’ll see the beginning of the 1939 World’s Fair project. You can hardly wait.

Tomorrow I’ll get a hair cut. I can hardly wait.