Friday


8
Mar 13

An altogether lovely Friday evening

Shelby County, Ala. made The Daily Show earlier this week:

And then Shelby County made the Colbert Report:

So there’s that.

Here’s some stupid:

A Michigan elementary school is defending its decision to confiscate a third-graders batch of homemade cupcakes because the birthday treats were decorated with plastic green Army soldiers.

Casey Fountain told Fox News that the principal of his son’s elementary school called the cupcakes “insensitive” — in light of the shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Connecticut.

“It disgusted me,” he said. “It’s vile they lump true American heroes with psychopathic killers.”

The principal chimes in and, as you might expect, does not acquit herself especially well of the situation.

Here’s another one, some 100 students have been suspended for taking part in Harlem Shake videos:

According to the National Coalition against Censorship, about 100 students across the country have been suspended for making and posting their own version of the viral video on the Web. School districts have offered a variety of reasons for the suspensions, said NCAC Director Joan Bertin, with most saying that the videos, which feature suggestive dancing, are inappropriate. However, Bertin said, she believes that regardless of how the videos could be interpreted, decisions to suspend students and keep them out of class cross the line. The NCAC has compared the schools’ actions to the plot of the 1984 film “Footloose,” in which a town outlaws dancing and rock music.

“It seems a rather disproportionate response by educators to something that, at most, I would characterize as teenage hijinks,” Bertin said.

[…]

“We are very strongly in the camp of telling schools that this is protected speech. Even if it’s unpleasant, we do protect that kind of speech in this country and should, as much for students as adults,” she said.

Disproportionate response seems the right words to use there.

When I was a little tot my mother used to tell me about how dirty Birmingham was. It was an industrial center back then, the Pittsburgh of the South, right up until the 1970s. Bio-tech, medical service, UAB and banking changed much of the economic landscape. Between those shifts and more strict ecological rules it changed things in the air too.

The air, my mother said, used to be brown.

Never sure if I’ve ever seen a picture of that, until today. That was the summer of ’72, when there probably was no such thing as air quality reports and ozone alerts. Your emphysema will kick in just looking at it.

And so it was that I enjoyed a much more clear evening outdoors tonight. There’s a lot to be grateful for, if you like, and being breathless under blooming pear trees because your bicycle has your heart rate up is one of those things. Better than the heavy industrial alternative, at least. I got in 21 quick miles this evening, my first time on the bike in several weeks because of travel and sickness. That’s the way of it: build up a bit of form and a few miles, something else always comes along to distract me.

At the baseball game, Auburn led off with a triple, one of Jackson Burgreen’s two hits of the night. He’d also score later in the inning, before sending in a run in the second:

Burgreen

We moved from behind the plate to over third base, so we could enjoy the heckling. Brown had four errors in the seventh (they’d make another later) when I had what was roundly considered the line of the night. The Brown shortstop was standing on third, and he was just about the only guy in his entire infield that hadn’t erred. So I asked him “J.J., do you know what you can make with four Es?”

The professional hecklers in Section 111 made the sound, so I simply said “A Taylor Swift song.”

Turned around to see them bowing to me. It was a bit awkward.

Brown’s left fielder, Will Marcal, had a nice night. He gathered two hits and demonstrated a cannon in the field. I bet no one runs on him more than once:

Marcal

Auburn won 9-4 and we caught the Brown head coach enjoying all of the playful little jokes the hecklers were sharing with his team. Guess we’ll work on him more tomorrow.


1
Mar 13

Auburn hosts Maryland gymnasts

Think Pink! Flip for the cure!

ticket

I’m not feeling any better, really. Mostly because I can’t sleep, I think. I wake myself up coughing and then 30 minutes later I wake up looking for handkerchiefs. So, this evening, it was time for the gymnastics meet and The Yankee said “Do you even want to go?”

Since it is just the sinuses I can not-breathe there as well as I can here. And, besides, this was the big fundraiser event.

Also, we had to see if Auburn could score 196+ for the sixth time in a row. They did. That’s a program record and even if you know as little about gymnastics as I do, it is an impressive record.

Even more impressive, the gymnast who won her fourth all-around of the season is only a freshman. The ladies are ranked 11th, the highest they’ve been in four years. They set a program-record high score just last week. There’s a big future ahead for this program.

There are video highlights in that link. I’d share them here, but the athletic department has chosen not to write an embed code for them.

We had pizza tonight, which was not as good as breakfast was this morning. This has been a strange little illness when it comes to food. I’ve maintained my appetite, but I’ve found nothing especially interesting to eat all week, except for breakfast this morning. I’d been looking forward to that for days. And it was delicious.

Now I’m going to see if I can break my streak of two consecutive nights of tossing and turning.

Happy weekend!


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!