Friday


26
Oct 12

Fortune-ate one

We had Chinese for dinner tonight. We’d ventured out to watch major league baseball players take some batting practice for a good cause. It was a home run derby and some of these guys needed the cuts.

The Atlanta Braves’ Tim Hudson does this every year for his foundation, which provides financial help to children and their families living with a life-altering or terminal disease. He put pitchers against field position players this year. The pitchers had a shorter fence, and that brought the entire event down to the last at bat, by Hudson, a pitcher, who happened to be an excellent batter in college.

And so he won the thing. The fix was in, surely. But probably not. No one cared. They raised almost $15,000 tonight.

So we had Chinese after, because nothing sounded good to anyone and I thought Chinese would be convenient and everyone likes Chinese and the place we go would still be open for takeout.

Only they were still open for dine in, so we ate there and got fortune cookies and everything.

Mine was pretty good:

fortune

Pretty good “news” for a Friday night.


19
Oct 12

Autumn breezes

Not the best day today. Tried to ride my stationary bike a little, but there was nothing gratifying about it. I don’t think that did it, but I felt pretty lousy for the rest of the day thereafter. My shoulder I mean, hurt in ways it hasn’t for a while.

So I guess I’m in the good days and bad days phase? OK, fine. I missed the scar tissue sequence that I was promised was such a joy. My therapy was unexciting, but not horrible as promised. I have more good days than bad. I can deal with all that.

If I just sit very still.

Shot this video late in the afternoon. Didn’t come out quite as I’d hoped. The way the sun was dancing in the leaves was beautiful, and I didn’t quite capture it. But this is still pretty nice:

I dozed off in my chair this evening. I’ll blame the medication. Had dinner and found myself wide awake. Great. Another one of those nights.

So I watched Valkyrie. It wasn’t that great. IMDB notes:

David Bamber (Adolf Hitler) is the only non-German cast member who speaks with a German accent. The filmmakers felt that audiences would be distracted by Hitler speaking in Bamber’s natural British accent.

Because everyone else speaking in their native, non-German accented English was perfectly normal sounding. At least five of the generals, for example, were played by English actors.

I’m on a two-movie streak right now. Previously I watched Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, which had both Gary Oldman and Colin Firth and refused to go anywhere. Maybe the point was: The spy game isn’t as exciting as movies suggest. And here’s a guy that’s been killed most brutually.

So I guess the next movie I TiVo should be an obvious winner. Or maybe I should just stick with watching the leaves.


12
Oct 12

I have many ideas about fire, it seems

As I mentioned, this is homecoming at Samford. The festivities start today, and the alumni are returning to campus:

alumni

There is a bonfire tonight. And a concert. I talked with some of the students supervising all of that. Apparently the facilities folks take care of building the bonfire and lighting it and there are professionals to tend the blaze and the area is respectfully roped off so no one can do anything silly like falling into it.

I asked how they are going to light the fire, and this might be the part where they could improve the theatricality in the future.

There is a building nearby. Someone could leap off the building, swinging from a rope attached to the adjacent flagpole and drop a torch over the bonfire fuel, just like a rope swing over a lake.

No.

Whomever throws the javelin on the track and field team could throw one into the stack of wood.

No.

They could make a play on words about the opposing mascot and have a great visual joke with that.

No.

The head coach could light the thing.

No.

They could do the archer thing, like in the Barcelona Olympics.

No.

The star running back could somehow carry through an incendiary — of course you’d want him to be able to safely escape the thing.

No.

Someone from the Air Force ROTC could fly —

No.

We could launch something from the president’s home, which sits adjacent the campus on the mountain.

No.

Well, they didn’t say no to all of the ideas. They said they’d “take some under advisement” so I wouldn’t be surprised if one of those happened next year.

Maybe a zip line from the president’s home.

(They have fire hoses and all the various safety equipment you could think of on standby just feet from the bonfire site. They think of everything. Except zip lines.)

As part of homecoming my department holds their autumn advisory council meeting. These are alumni and other local industry leaders who we interact with to make sure we’re headed in the right direction, get ideas from them, see if they can help us find extra money and so on.

I prepare a bunch of documents that we give them. Our students’ successes, our department’s growth, our challenges and what the faculty are doing. An abbreviated list of things I’ve done appeared in that document. Pretty good year:

achievements

We had dinner tonight with a friend. He’d helped us bring the new washing machine home earlier this week, saving about 80 bucks. (Shipping is expensive, even if the store is three miles away.) He’d told us about a place he’d taken a date. Cajun.

Naturally I wanted to go. He agreed it was good enough to have again. So off we went to Jimmy’s, a restaurant I hadn’t heard of in a place I wouldn’t have thought to look.

Apparently they ship in the bread daily from New Orleans, which is ridiculous. Also the seafood comes in every morning, and the shrimp I had agreed. Just wish they’d given me more.

That could have been the 16 miles and the fit test I did this morning. Apparently the bike I was riding can measure this, so I did a V02 Max test and it fell within the excellent range, as described by The Cooper Institute for Aerobics Research.

Thing of it was, I don’t think it was the workout that limited me, but the circumstances. I did that on no calories and with no water. Next time, I’ll bet my number will be higher.


28
Sep 12

Oh, lovely, sweet Friday

Today I purchased the 2013 sticker for my car tag. Take that, Mayans.

My DMV experience lasted 33 minutes, which was the longest I’ve ever waited in my two years visiting this particular office. But it is the end of the month.

Usually the post office here takes longer than the DMV. I’m pretty sure I’ve tapped my toe in our post office for longer than 33 minutes.

This was nowhere near my longest DMV experience. I seem to mention the DMV every year. Once, in Bessemer, I read the better part of a book while in line. I seem to recall I took a two-hour lunch break to mutter at the DMV in Homewood one year. The other times I’ve bothered to quantify it have all been four, six, 20 minutes or noted as “painless.” I checked.

I’ve had a big week, coupled with a long few days, where I did too many things and now my shoulder is informing me I regret those decisions. Can’t wait to tell the ortho about it next week.

Suffice it to say, because I’m tired of even writing about it: I’ve figured out it takes precious little to aggravate my collarbone, the muscles in my one shoulder and, when that really gets going, across my back into the other shoulder and up into my neck. Maybe I should do less.

Maybe I should do like these guys:

hammocks

This is studying on the Samford quad. Hammocks are a big part of the culture here. I’m surprised the administration allows it to continue, but I’m proud they do. I’m also surprised the hammock scenes don’t make their way into more of the promotional literature they send out.

I should write a memo about that …

Nah. I’m taking the rest of the evening off from writing.

Tomorrow: the return of an old friend!


21
Sep 12

College town atmosphere

Last week we saw a tiger. Some weeks we go see the raptors fly. There’s not much to beat a college town during the fall, and precious few are as great as Auburn. The town is full of great atmosphere, and the night before a game you can feel the buzz work its way under your skin. Every small town has their wonderful and unique personalities. We get that plus lots of visitors and lots of athletics. The fall is a special time.

These are the football gameday buttons from last week:

spirit

This week’s say Sad Hatter, in honor of LSU’s Les Miles, who has been dubbed a mad hatter. See? Wordplay.

There’s also the joke about LSU fans and corn dogs. Four years ago I saw this as we walked into the stadium:

corn dog

Tonight, though, while dining out with a friend who’s returned to town for the weekend we saw this creation from Dr. Magical Balloons at Niffer’s:

spirit

Jeremy wrote about this tonight. Already it is the third return on Google when searching “Balloon guy Auburn, AL.”

A few more examples of his work can be found here and here and here. Someday I’ll shoot a video interview with him. “Recreate your most unusual request. Fastest trick in your bag. Can we play stump the balloonist?”

What would stump a balloon bender?