Auburn


31
Dec 10

New Year’s Eve

This year:

the Yankee graduated with her Ph.D.
we took our honeymoon to Italy, Greece and Turkey
the Yankee took a job at Auburn
we celebrated our first anniversary
we bought a house
we moved
we discovered we may live on an Indian burial ground
we watched a perfect season of football
I finished the coursework in my Ph.D.
we traveled to Memphis, Las Vegas, New York City and points beyond
we celebrated victories and shared in the sadness of losses
we saw many of our friends, but none of them enough
and we loved our families, but none of them enough.

It was a full, demanding, challenging, rewarding, exhilarating, exhausting, wonderful year. I’m glad you’ve shared in it with us a bit. I hope yours was as full of blessings and joy as ours, and that your 2011 is twice as promising.

Us


30
Dec 10

Things and stuff

Five miles of footwork today, this being one of the scenic and lovely roads near my home that I shuffled down.

Road

I received eight hellos and/or waves. Saw a dog, two squirrels, a horse and two raccoons. And since a quick Google Image search doesn’t show a horse and raccoon combination, I’ll share one here.

Animals

He wasn’t especially wild about the closeup, but knew he was cornered. I think he was hoping I hadn’t noticed him, intent on the branches.

Raccoon

More reading today. If I feel behind with all of this it is only because I am. But there’s a lot to do, too, and a great deal more to go. I have about 10 more pages of notes and analysis after today, though, so that’s something.

Replaced the battery in The Yankee’s car this evening. It left me stranded last week. Since she’ll soon be back in town it seems only reasonable to assume she might want to drive somewhere. So off to Walmart I went, where we picked up this battery on August 1st.

I was all ready to go to protective husband, angry customer mode, but the lady at the customer service desk simply pointed me to the automotive section. Pick up a new one and bring it back, she said. I did, and one of her colleagues pushed the buttons that denoted the change of battery ownership.

She asked for my license, and scanned it verily. I asked what that told her.

“Since you don’t have your receipt I needed to see when you bought it. It is to make sure you aren’t returning too much stuff.”

Next time I’ll ask about the definition of “too much.” Instead I simply said, July 30th.

She confirmed the date, but did not ask about my superior recollection. Shame, since I had a great speech. “Like your wedding day, or the birth of your child, you never forget the day you swap out a car battery on the same evening you move.”

Not that she would have cared … There was a product, a customer said it was faulty. She had buttons to push, keys to to turn and items to scan.

I had the new battery, picked up a commemorative Sports Illustrated, a picture frame and a handful of buttons.

Installed the car battery — and what do you know, it cranked on the first try! — and did a little sewing. A sports coat needs different buttons. I’m swapping out the plastic gold look for something a little more sedate.

The frame? I put this postcard behind a piece of plexiglass.

Postcard

The note on the back details visiting family throughout the country. The postmark is from 1912.


28
Dec 10

My day

I woke up warm, which was ironic considering I spent all yesterday cold and today wasn’t exactly spring. We’ll be in the 60s by Friday. Why can’t it already be Friday?

I make this joke a lot, and usually I’m joking. I talked with my grandmother today, it was her birthday, and she might despise the cold more than anyone I know. Whenever I run out of small talk, I can always retreat to the temperature. At Christmas, on a white Christmas, she brought up the year my cousin was born. It snowed that day too. My cousin is 27.

Anyway, I joke about the cold, but she hates it. I don’t care for my feet being cold. Socks, slippers and a space heater aren’t getting the job done tonight. Come on Friday.

Anyway. I ate. I read. I wrote maybe four pages on a methodological feature. I now know more about repeated measures design than I did before the day began. I learned other things today, too, but not enough. Tomorrow I’ll read and learn more. Comps, meanwhile, are beginning to loom large.

This Oregon-Auburn magazine came in the mail today. My step-father bought it for me, ahead of the big game. Normally I’m not a big commemorative issue kind of guy, but this is pretty nice. If you’re familiar with one of the teams at all at least half of the writing will be stuff you already know, but the photography is great. You might think of picking one up if you’re a Duck or Tiger fan.

Otherwise, there’s not much. So here are the three videos I watched today. Enjoy.

Time lapse snow video:

That is … a lot.

It was only a matter of time before someone mixed clogging with contemporary music to produce mildly amusing results:

“Hey guys, I got a new sword!”

“I got a new camera!”

“I wonder what we can do with the both of them?”

If some physicist doesn’t take that footage and rethink the way we sword fight — What? You don’t? — I will be very disappointed.

It must be good: the comments on YouTube are fairly genial about the video. We might have reached the end of the Internet. Even the Aztecs wouldn’t have predicted that.


22
Dec 10

War Eagle Moment additions

War Eagle, from New York

My day has been spent in the computer, trying to make progress on my studies. So there’s nothing new to tell you about, save image events, ideographs, within subject and between subject design.

I did have lunch with Jeremy and his wife. And since he bought me lunch, and since we talked about Auburn Internet things, I updated the War Eagle Moment blog.

The occasional photo blog returns with two entries from my trip to New England. One of them is above. You can find that post, from New York City, here. The other was from White Plains, New York. You can see that one here.

If you’re unfamiliar with the phenomenon:


13
Dec 10

Today’s history

Just the sporadic Monday history feature today. Everything else was spent up in uninteresting things like studying and laundry.

Hallmark

Dean Hallmark, in the center, approximately 21 years old in the 1936 Glomerata.

Dean E. Hallmark was an avid athlete, adventure seeker and U.S. Army Air Corps pilot. He was born in 1914 in the small west Texas town of Robert Lee. He was a standout football player, ultimately making his way to Auburn University on a football scholarship. He played there only one year, quitting school in 1936 to take flying lessons before becoming a civilian pilot.

In November of 1940, Dean was recruited by the Army and he enlisted in the U.S. Army Air Corps. After training he reported for duty with the 95th Bomb Squadron, 17th Bombardment Group stationed at Pendleton Field, Oregon. One of the first men to fly the North American B-25B Mitchell medium bomber, he caught Col. Jimmy Doolittle’s eye and ultimately flew with him on his raid of Japan in April of 1942.

This was the first offensive strike at the Japanese mainland, meant to shake the Japanese faith in their leadership and a morale boost back home after the surprise of Pearl Harbor and bad outcomes elsewhere in the Pacific.

Doolittle and his raiders had to launch from their aircraft carrier early after being detected by a Japanese ship. (The launch was actually the first time a B-25 had ever used a carrier deck. All of the practice runs had been on land.) Hallmark was the command pilot of the sixth B-25 off the aircraft carrier. He was 28-years-old.

He flew to Tokyo with the rest of the raiders, dropped his bombs and made his way to China. Dean’s bomber ran out of fuel and he ditched his plane about three miles from the coast. The two enlisted crew members on board drown. Dean and his two fellow officers were hurt, but survived the crash. Dean was catapulted through the windshield, the pilot’s seat still strapped to his body.

The officers made their way to shore, linked up the next morning and evaded the Japanese for eight days. Finally they were captured, and along with five captured crew members from another bomber, were tried by the Japanese on what are now considered phony charges of killing innocent civilians.

They were tortured and malnourished. Dean came down with beriberi and dysentery. All eight were sentenced to death. Five of those sentences were commuted. Hallmark and two officers from the other bomber — 1st Lt. William Farrow and Sgt. Harold Spatz were not so lucky. On October 15, 1942 Hallmark, Farrow and Spatz were executed by firing squad.

The bodies were cremated and located by American officials after the war. Today, Hallmark’s remains are at Arlington National Cemetery where he was interred in 1949.

Dean’s military awards and decorations include:

USAAF Aviator wings
Distinguished Flying Cross (awarded posthumously)
Purple Heart Medal (awarded posthumously)
Prisoner of War Medal (awarded posthumously)
American Defense Medal
American Campaign Medal w/ bronze star
Asiatic-Pacific Campaign Medal w/ bronze star (awarded posthumously)
WWII Victory Medal (awarded posthumously)
Breast Order of Pao Ting (awarded posthumously by Chiang Kai-shek’s Republic of China)
China War Memorial Medal (awarded posthumously by Chiang Kai-shek’s Republic of China)

Other memorial honors include:
Greenville, Texas celebrated Dean Hallmark Day on April 28, 1943 in conjunction with the Second War Bond Drive
The Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 4011 in Greenville, Texas, named their lodge after Hallmark
Auburn University dedicated a plaque to Dean’s memory in the Letterman’s Lounge in Jordan-Hare Stadium
Study carrel 4431P inside the Auburn University library was named in Dean’s honor.

Six decades later he was front page news once again.

I’m going to write a little piece on Hallmark next month, for his birthday, this is just the beginning of the notes.