Friday


22
Feb 13

At the Southeast Journalism Conference

We spent the day on the campus of Union University, home of the 2013 Southeast Journalism Conference. This is a two-day conference for undergraduates, and we’re fortunate enough to have four students here for instructional and inspirational presentations and various competitions.

The morning started with a presentation from Union’s Gene Fant, an English professor and dean, tell student-journalists about the 2008 tornado that devastated their campus. Fifty-one students were hospitalized, nine seriously hurt, but they all lived, even as firefighters told the students and staff to stop digging.

This is all appropriate for the conference because events like that can mark a place for years, even if the generations rotate out every fix or six autumns. But the theme of our conference is “The Power of Narrative: Journalism in the Digital Era” and Fant seques into lines like this one “Truth is among the most powerful elements … We cannot speak truth to power unless we speak truth in the first place.”

And then he winds up by saying “Treat truth as if truth were a person … Defend truth. Encourage truth … It always is a worthwhile pursuit.”

Fant was a nice start, but the start of the day, a day full of wonderful speakers, might have been the man that came after him. The Oregonian’s Steve Duin, a nationally renowned columnist, walked to the lectern after a video about the Un|Divided Project taking place at a failing Portland, Ore. school.

Duin starts out with “You never know when you will stumble upon the words that will change or reframe everything.” He tells us about the Roosevelt High girls basketball team. He’d read about a game where Roosevelt was beaten something like 70-10. One girl on the Roosevelt team had scored eight of their 10 points. This, he thought, would make a great story.

So he finally went to visit, to try to talk to the player, but found a school in a spiral, young women forgotten and their community in disarray. This was a story.

So he wrote about that. And those turned into the words that changed everything:

That, sports fans, is as inspirational a night as I’ve known for a long, long time.

Before a capacity crowd — 1,600 strong — the Roosevelt girls played their best basketball game of the season before losing 31-29 to Madison.

No one who was there, I suspect, will ever doubt again what an outpouring of love and support means for high-school kids. For one night, every move these girls made — every rebound, every shot, every hustling steal at mid-court — was celebrated.

For one night, the playing field was leveled, and the Roosevelt girls — yes, and the Madison girls, too — were cheered on by enthusiastic, caring adults who had no agenda, no unkind words, no investment in the final score.

Is it any surprise that Roosevelt — now 0-18 — played their hearts out? When I asked Monique Carlson, Roosevelt’s lone senior, to explain why they played so well on that dramatic stage, she said, “The support. Everyone was watching us. This is the most support we’ve ever had.”

But the sports story was only the beginning of a real story. Members of the community banded together, conspiring to take back the children in this school, which is where the Un|Divided Project comes in. Now they are making meals for the kids every week. And Duin’s details are the thing. Not just that these people feed hungry students, but that they did it under a ceiling held up by duct tape.

And then, sometimes the quote is the thing, like the student that comes up to the woman organizing this spaghetti dinner and says that this meal, this one simple dinner, is what he thinks about all week.

Duin quotes the woman who brought all of the volunteers together, by the hundreds, to try to turn this school around. He reads what he wrote in his column and you could see most everyone in a room of 400 college students sit up a bit straighter, “(W)e are called to love the world and the older I get, the more love looks like work.

Photographer and videographer Larry McCormack of The Tennessean also delivered a lecture to the students, and he got right down to it, telling the students that if they think of themselves as just a reporter or photographer or copyeditor “You’re not going to last long.” So he launches into how his job has changed, saying his iPhone allows him to shoot a bit of video. “That buys me time” for traditional, high-quality photos.

He shows off some of his photographs and we all remind ourselves he’s been doing this for a good long while.

“Your perspectives,” he said, “aren’t obstacles. They are opportunities.”

Right about then our sports editor, Clayton Hurdle, grabbed this shot of Crimson editor Katie Willis teaching me all about photography.

Katie

We had lunch at Panera, and we discovered the Panera in Jackson, Tenn. is the best Panera in the world. Also, we were all hungry.

After that Clayton went off to his sports writing competition, Katie departed for a photography contest and then two other students, Megan and Catherine, set out for public relations and news writing contests.

I talked with faculty members about personal descriptives. I quoted Ferrol Sams and felt pretty good about it. If you don’t know why, add some of Sams’ work to your reading list. And you’re welcome.

David Simpson talked with the students about on-campus narrative in the afternoon session. He boils it down to four points: First, characters are (2.) moving through time while (3.) encountering an obstacle and (4.) acting until resolution.

I’d add textures and smells, which is something I learned in the best feature class I ever took. I’ll have to tell you about that tomorrow. But today Simpson gave the students an assignment and they all joined up with students from two other schools with one school’s characters, another’s issues and the third school’s obstacles. So the three groups I watched wrote a narrative of a ninja nun on an anti-STD and pornography crusade beginning at move-in day. It was entertaining.

Anthony Siracusa of Memphis was the last speaker of the afternoon, talking about the growing bicycling culture in his town.

Made me want to go ride my bike.

Siracusa said “No venue is too small if you want to advance your idea.”

He had a cycling column in the Commercial-Appeal for a time, while he worked on bikes in the tiniest of basement shops. He said that column had a lot to do with the change the cycling community has created in Memphis.

“Every time you advance your idea,” he said, “you make connections in people’s brains and sometimes their hearts.”

And then, “Once the truth gets the shoes on, you better watch out.”

I enjoyed it, but I like bikes.

At the Best of the South banquet this evening they fed us in a buffet line and handed out awards based on more than 400 students from more than 30 schools.

Samford won four awards, including best magazine:

certificates

The students picked on me for taking the safe photograph there, something Larry McCormack cautioned against. So, good, they were paying attention.

We celebrated with milkshakes.


8
Feb 13

Tumble, flip and twist fast

These are the first tests of a new app I found for my iPhone. It produces tilt-shiftesque videos.

The free version of the app only seems to produce a 10-second clip out of about four minutes of real footage, but I think that would work for most every project, really. (I added the audio in post, as the app doesn’t record any.)

The app is called Miniatures. And this is a test at the Arkansas at Auburn gymnastics meet.

Because I didn’t take any other pictures — I was really only thinking about ways to try that video app — here is my ticket:

gym

I wasn’t working, but I sat in the media area with The Yankee, who was covering the meet for College and Mag. Behind us was one of the first guys I worked with in commercial radio. Hadn’t spoken with him in years, but it was nice to visit with him briefly. Nice guy, still in town, still working in radio. Looked good.

Auburn trailed earlier in the meet and managed to pull things into a tie after three rotations. Arkansas is a talented team and were probably the favorites going in. But, they had a few falls on the beam and the next thing you know:

gym

The little smiley face lets you know the score is official, Auburn won 196.325-195.650. Apparently they set an attendance record, too. Some 7,300 people watched the 15th ranked Tigers get their second victory of the season.

We went to Mellow Mushroom with a friend for pizza after the meet. I ordered the vegetarian pizza. It was delicious. I’ve never eaten a veggie pizza, but I will again.


1
Feb 13

A recipe, a grand football joke and music

I made dinner last night, a new recipe for us, and very occasionally I share those here. So here’s the recipe.

My dinner started off with a chickpea salad with a homemade dressing. Make the dressing first:

1/2 cup – fresh lemon juice
1/2 cup – generic mild red wine vinegar
3 cloves – garlic
1 teaspoon – kosher salt
fresh black pepper

Mince the garlic cloves. Mix the liquids with the garlic. Add the salt and pepper. While that rests, put together your salad:

1 can – chickpeas/garbanzo beans
1 – large cucumber
1 tray – of grape tomatoes
1/4 cup – Athenos Garlic and Herb Feta cheese
1/4 cup – red onion
Fresh pepper

Quarter the cucumber. You should get around three cups. Halve the tomatoes, which should turn into about two cups. Rinse and add the chickpeas. Pour in the crumbled feta and diced onions. When ready to serve, strain any stray bits of garlic from the dressing and then pour into the salad, tossing to cover everything.

The main dish was ravioli with arugula and romano cheese:

1 pound – fresh or frozen cheese ravioli
1 clove of garlic
1/2 teaspoon – kosher salt
1/4 cup – extra-virgin olive oil
2 – shallots
3 tablespoons – red wine vinegar
1 teaspoon – honey Dijon mustard
3 cups – arugula (It’s a vegetable.)
Pepper to taste

Boil a pot of water while mashing your garlic (over salt) into smithereens, making a nice past-like substance. Drop the ravioli in your pot and stir. Let them boil until they float.

Pour your oil into a small skillet over medium. Add in your new garlic paste and diced shallots. Brown that mixture, which should be about two or three minutes. Then pour over it your vinegar, mustard and fresh pepper. Remove quickly from the heat.

Your ravioli is probably done by now. Drain that. Put it in a bowl, pour in the skillet’s contents and toss with your arugula. This is where your pecorino or parmesan goes. Serve hot. Enjoy a reasonably healthy meal.

Every so often I find something online and think “This, beyond the obvious military and financial and communication purposes, is what the web was made for.”

This is not that, but APAAWWWLLLLO 13 is worth seeing.

As has been correctly pointed out in the comments at SB Nation, Ken Mattingly, so ably played by Gary Sinise, is an Auburn man, and thus should not be cheering. Everything else feels wholly correct, however.

Naturally Forrest Gump is driving the thing.

YouTube Cover Theater: We find covers online and allow the talent of undiscovered folks playing music in their bedrooms and living rooms and kitchens to shine through. It is like every third show on network television, but without the more annoying parts.

Today’s featured covered artist(s) are the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. If you don’t understand their relative importance, open another tab in your browser and do a bit of Googling as these videos play.

First, here’s an older gentleman playing through a ceramic tunnel into the most acoustically vibrant church designed in the galaxy singing American Dream:

Mr. Bojangles:

OK, so this guy is singing this to his grandmother on her 80th birthday at her request. Automatic entry:

Two of these songs were written by Rodney Crowell, so I guess next week we’ll have to feature covers of songs he performed.

I like, even more than covers, on-stage collaboration. Here’s Nitty Gritty Dirty Band, Allison Kraus and others covering a Johnny Russell classic:

This became way more country-folk than I’d intended when I started. Enjoy the arugula!


25
Jan 13

The return of the YouTube Covers

I think I spent pretty much the entire (non-cycling portion of my) day planning out classes. The exotic life I lead sometimes, I tell ya.

The best part about it is that it becomes a multi-directional puzzle. What can I do on what day for logistical purposes? What part of DEF needs to wait until ABC has been concluded? After a while it all starts to fit together nicely.

The frustrating part is that I know, I just know, there will be something I’ll miss or forget or write up incorrectly. I won’t catch it until after the class starts. C’est la vie.

Classes start back on Monday, hence so much time on it all this week. I’m on a quest to make a wonderful experience for the students. Hopefully it gets a little bit better every time I teach this particular class. I think I’ve removed most of the busy work and refined the most confusing parts. Now I just have to add in some more extra material. There can never be enough work, he thinks to himself.

And now the correspondent will share two stories bearing no resemblance to one another.

First, Alabama Department Homeland Security confirms ‘cyber-intrusion’ of state computers:

The Alabama Department of Homeland Security confirmed there has been a hacking attack on state computers but declined to describe the scope or severity of the intrusion.

A spokeswoman said the incident was still under criminal investigation.

“The Alabama Department of Homeland Security acknowledges that there has been a cyber-intrusion of state government IT infrastructure. It is currently under criminal investigation and at this point there will be no additional comments,” according to a statement issued by the department.

It is not immediately known which agencies were involved or if any state records were compromised.

First, isn’t this what the state Department of Homeland Security — and aren’t you glad they put that office into motion? — is supposed to prevent? Their public mandate is “Working to prepare for, prevent and respond to terrorist activity within the state.” So maybe not. It is unclear if these were terrorists. But the meaning of that word has become fluid in the modern age. You know know what else isn’t clear? The way the reporter wrote the story, “It is not immediately known” suggests that maybe the state officials don’t know what was compromised. Of course it means “the state officials aren’t tell us who got hit,” but still. Maybe it is their job to protect against all threats, foreign, domestic, terrorist and baud modem. Maybe it isn’t their job. Maybe they should just unplug all of the computers when they go home at night.

I’d write more about the state Department of Homeland Security but, as of this writing, their site seems to be down. Vexing.

Meanwhile, in Wisconsin, there’s a sheriff many people would vote for: Wis. sheriff urges citizens to get gun training. Part of Milwaukee County Sheriff David Clarke Jr.’s new radio campaign:

“I need you in the game,” he says.

“With officers laid off and furloughed, simply calling 911 and waiting is no longer your best option,” he adds. “You can beg for mercy from a violent criminal, hide under the bed, or you can fight back. … Consider taking a certified safety course in handling a firearm so you can defend yourself until we get there.”

The ad has generated sharp criticism from other area officials and anti-violence advocates. The president of the Milwaukee Deputy Sheriffs’ Association, Roy Felber, said it sounds like a call to vigilantism.

“That doesn’t sound too smart,” Felber said. “People have the right to defend themselves, but they don’t have the right to take the law into their own hands.”

I’m not exactly sure about the straw Felber is standing on. If you conflate protecting your family and vigilantism, there’s not really much point in even locking your doors, right? Here’s the sheriff’s actual ad:

I’m sure he’ll be a hit on Fox News before the weekend is over.

You know, it is Friday. We haven’t done this in a while. Here, then, is the impromptu return of YouTube Cover Theater, the segment where we discover the amazing talent of people sitting in their homes with an instrument, a camera and an Internet connection. This week’s covers will feature the great Same Cooke.

My favorite part of this one is where she gets a little frustrated with the bridge. And also the light and sound in the room. Also, the cover is pretty great:

Some guy laid all of that tile in this kitchen and never guessed it would be seen online more than 70,000 times. But you get a good sense of why:

I always thought this song worked better as a harmony. The ragged parts in this version help it, too. A lot of fun for what is, presumably their first try at it:

(I don’t think it was the first time they tried it, but it is a nice idea.)

Sam Cooke, himself:

Still brilliant pop tunes, 50 years later.


18
Jan 13

“I want to ride it where I like”

Barbecue House for breakfast, where they know our names and pretty much have the orders committed to memory, too. So naturally there were new people working there this morning. Now they have to be taught about “The Usual.”

That is about as bad as it gets: This young lady does not know what I want for breakfast. And she will make me say my name out loud before caffeine. Also, she will spell it wrong on the order.

It is a tough life, you know.

Love Barbecue House. Professors, students, athletes, old people, folks passing through and people who built the city, all under one roof. One of the former football coaches was in this morning and told Mr. Price, who owns the place, that he’d see him at church on Sunday. We learned later today that that coach just got a new job at another school, and so we won’t see him or his family any more, which is a shame.

There is always some news at Price’s Barbecue House.

Took a ride this afternoon, a slightly challenging 20 mile route, my best ride as I build back up. I passed this pond:

pond

Lovely day for a ride, no?

I went out 10 miles, found a school and tried to turn around there. This was about the time that the school was dismissing for the day, and so every high school student with a car was lining up to begin their weekend. One guy serenaded me with a bit of Bicycle Race. A 21st century high schooler knowing a mildly successful 34-year-old Queen song seems an odd thing. I credit your parents, kid, and also the Internet.

High schoolers with cars and trucks while acting like high schools versus one guy on a 17-pound bike seemed a losing deal, so I waited them out. There wasn’t a cloud in the deep, dark blue sky. Just a beautiful afternoon.

It was a good ride, too, except for the two hills on that particular route which always get the better of me.

Right around that halfway point I also saw this old shack:

ruins

I love places like this. I used to climb around them. I still might, but not this one in particular. Looks like a good cross wind would topple it. So I just glanced in through the openings. Hard to tell what used to go on here, but someone spent a lot of time inside. Maybe raised a little family, and probably the cattle in the pasture across the road.

Once upon a time this house was the only thing around for a few miles. The person who built that place probably liked it that way. Probably buried in a cramped city cemetery today, but we’ll never know for sure. Whatever history is in there is probably just left to the family, and that always has a peculiar way of becoming opaque.

Dinner tonight was at Laredo’s, one of the better Mexican restaurant in town. (Try the enchiladas.) It is a big place, and busy, so I don’t have any cute little anecdotes about town. They turn the place over in a hurry, though. We had to park in an overflow lot and there must have been 30 people waiting to be seated, but we got a table within 10 minutes or so.

Our salsa had every pepper in the place.

And then we had ice cream. Because it was in the low 40s, after all.