Friday


20
Jul 12

Just lying around

Went out for our weekly breakfast today to Price’s Barbecue House. The Yankee I ordered, I grabbed a table so I could find a seat safely. I’ve become very protective of my self since the injury.

I have the BLT with egg and cheese. She has a biscuit. We split an order of hashbrowns. We glance at the news, watch the people, and try to guess at the athletes that sometimes come and go.

My favorite time is after we eat. When we’re just sitting there in the quiet and slow late morning. That little part of the week is one of my favorite, and should last much longer.

After that we went to James Brothers Bikes, the local bike shop we chose to frequent because most of the people that work there are great, and none of them identify with flower power. They are great for advice and for all of the smaller things I might need to buy.

I prefer a bike shop in Homewood for maintenance, I think, because when I ask them about things, or to do things, they jump right on it.

But James Brothers is great. The Yankee bought me a trainer the other day and had to stop back by to pick up the front wheel mount. They’d been out of stock because no one buys trainers in the summer. That’s a winter activity. Or an injured activity. And since I can’t ride on the road for five or six weeks I need a new activity. Anyway, when they found out I was hurt (“He was just in here!” and I had been. I bought some chain lubricant just four days before I hurt myself.) they gave me a nice store-branded glass as a consolation prize.

(I can’t ride the trainer for several more weeks. I can rest my hand on the handlebars right now, but I can’t put any weight on it.)

So we picked up the front wheel mount and said hello. They asked about my recovery and I demonstrated my toughness by taking off the brace, which I don’t even wear anymore anyway. And then we promptly returned home, where I could sit in my chair and rest my aching shoulder for the rest of the day.

She’s keeping me company:

Allie

More of the same all weekend, too!


13
Jul 12

From the desk of Eddie Rickenbacker

I’m sore. I’m tired of hurting. And tired. I haven’t had a decent night of sleep since hurting myself and being tired isn’t helping matters much. So instead of complaining, let’s just change the subject.

I sat at this desk the other day:

Rickenbacker

It belonged to flying ace Eddie Rickenbacker when he was running Eastern Airlines.

I wrote of Rickenbacker in this space two years ago after I picked up one of his biographies:

Race car driver, pilot, ace, war hero, Medal of Honor winner, businessman and more, Eddie Rickenbacker is one of the great American icons of the first half of the 20th Century. He died quietly, almost forgotten in 1973. My history professor, the great W. David Lewis (1931-2007) of Auburn University, talked glowingly of Rickenbacker. He researched, for 15 years, his hero — including during the year or so I took his classes — and his book, came out in 2005.

Lewis was a character, full of life and passion for his varied interests. He was a renowned professor of the history of technology, loved cathedrals, pipe organs and, of course, aviation. I saw the autobiography, thought of Dr. Lewis and picked it up. On of these days I’ll pick up my professor’s book; I have to after reading these reviews.

I also met a man last December who worked for Rickenbacker at Eastern Air Lines. He told a story of having a real bad flight, being worked up about and then giving Rickenbacker, the president, an earful … only he didn’t realize who he was talking to. Rickenbacker nearly died in a plane crash in 1941 (dented skull, head injuries, shattered left elbow and crushed nerve, paralyzed left hand, broken ribs, crushed hip socket, twice-broken pelvis, severed nerve in his left hip, broken knee and an eyeball expelled from the socket) and was adrift in the Pacific, dangerously close to the Japanese, for 24 days in 1942. Rickenbacker won his Medal of Honor for attacking, on his own, seven German planes, shooting down two in 1918. He also won seven Distinguished Service Crosses. Eddie Rickenbacker knew a few things about having a tough day (His book begins, “My life has been filled with adventures that brought me face to face with death.”) so he let the indiscretion slide.

Because Dr. Lewis wrote the definitive biography on Eddie Rickenbacker, he was also able to convince his estate to donate many of his papers and belongings to Auburn. That desk sits in the special collections section of the RBD Library.

You aren’t supposed to sit at that desk, the librarian told me, but “You don’t look like your up to anything, though.”

So military and aviation buffs should now be jealous that I’ve sat at the great man’s desk. I could have opened the desk drawers to see what was inside, but that seemed a more private thing.

Instead, I read some turn-of-the-20th century recollections from some of the old locals. Some of those notes will get shared here, too, eventually. Probably in the next few weeks when I’ll basically be confined to the arm chair.

Maybe I’ll sleep a bit between now and then.


6
Jul 12

Travel day

Remember that childhood phenomenon where getting somewhere seemed to take for … ever? And then the return trip was always, somehow less interminable? That was like today. But we made it.

Gulf

We’re on Orange Beach for the weekend. A friend’s parents have a condo — and a private pier, and this makes us, as guests, feel like we’ve somehow arrived in a new class of citizenship — and they invited us to enjoy the sun and one of the most beautiful beaches in the world.

So we had breakfast this morning, loaded the car and drove for … ever. The company was great, though. We passed the time making fun of television news formulas. I’m driving and The Yankee and Brian are shooting videos saying things like “I’m here on this deserted street where, 12 hours ago, something happened.”

We got turned around several times when we were almost there — I blame the GPS. Made it in just in time for dinner, to buy some groceries, unpack, spend times with our too-cool hosts and then enjoy a little evening breeze.

We brought our bikes. I’m looking forward to taking advantage of the flat terrain and sneaking in a few good miles.

More tomorrow.


29
Jun 12

We’ve got this heat wave on

The tense line of truth in the race of truth. This is the line that is the starting point for the local cycling club runs their Tuesday evening time trials:

timetrial

We walked over and watched them race a few weeks ago. I tried the route soon after. After a second attempt I realized my first try was going to be the early standard. I dropped more than a minute the second time. Did it again today, a little anxious at the beginning and then working hard on the first half. I turned and struggled on the back portion of the out-and-back. With heavy legs and empty lungs and squinted eyes I made it back across that line again, happy to be able to breathe again after six miles of complete effort.

The local club posts the officially recorded trial times on their website. My time is slower than everyone they’ve ever listed.

To make this sound a little more impressive for myself than I should: the heat index was something like 103 degrees when I did it this evening. Have you heard it has been hot?

I did 20 miles this evening, would have aimed for a few more, but the sun outran me.

We had our weekly breakfast at Barbecue House this morning. There was an offensive lineman and a cornerback from the university team there. The one looked like he was 320 pounds, but the other did not look like he was 6-foot-2, as he is listed in the official roster. Nice to know, though, that we’re eating with top-flight athletes. We’ve had breakfast there over the years with lots of football players, including more than a few national champions, swimmers, World Series champion baseball players and so on.

The secret is Mr. Price’s biscuits. I’m sure of it.

That was the only other thing that was worth enduring the heat wave, honestly. We’re sweating inside the house with the air on. We live in the South, perhaps you’ve heard of it:

heat map

I contend that purple on a weather map is never a good thing.

So there was reading and writing today. Here are some things you might find interesting, as I did:

The Chicago Tribune has a new web design. It is an interesting design philosophy, though they could do without the autoplay.

And now an essay on the evolving news industry, titled Leaving Alabama Behind:

On Nov. 11, 1918, as my dad used to tell me, a reporter named George Flournoy, who went by Gummy, stood in the window of the local daily paper, The Mobile Register, shouting the news of the armistice that ended World War I.

In 1929, after The Register announced it would accelerate updates on the World Series between the Chicago Cubs and Philadelphia Athletics to ensure that “followers of the national game in this city shall not be many seconds behind each bit of action recorded,” Gummy relayed each play “by megaphone as rapidly as it is received over direct wires of The Associated Press.”

Gummy, I am sure, would have been impressed by the ease, access and greater reach he’d have today. And he’d be able to go home with his voice intact after the story.

These are the concerns of a man who admits farther down in the column that he likes to compose in pen. He’s pretty cynical about the changes coming to journalism in Alabama but that is also part of the reason he’s one of those scribes who have, unfortunately, been downsized. We agree, wholeheartedly, on this:

Of this I’m sure, though: Whether it’s through a commitment to public Wi-Fi service in every town, or giving tax deductions for family computers and online services, or offering free classes on how to operate what for many are still newfangled gadgets, attention must be paid.

Thirty months ago 62 percent of Alabamians had Internet access. That number is low, but growing. If this is the right Census report, “respondents were not asked any questions about computer access or ownership” since 2007. So the number could be higher. And I don’t see whether libraries were included in connectivity. Either way, the point being, a significant portion of the state’s population, 2.9 million of us, according to the 2010 data, are online. The number is growing.

The Birmingham News, The Huntsville Times and the Press-Register, the three Alabama papers being radically reshaped this fall, have a combined daily circulation of 320,521 papers. (The top dozen papers in the state, combined, have just under 500,000 in daily circulation.)

At the beginning of the year comScore reported that al.com — those papers’ collective website (Disclosure: where I worked for four-plus years) — averaged more 3.4 million unique monthly visitors. In 2008, they were collecting more than 55 million page views a month. (Not sure why that number is so dated on their media kit.)

The future is right there. There’s a lot of work to be done, but you have to point in the right direction first. The dead tree newspaper edition will play a big role in their future, but that’s no longer their first step, nor should it be.

Quick links:

News has been changed forever by the iPhone:

Through incidents like the plane landing in the Hudson, the earthquakes in Haiti and Japan, the “Arab Spring” revolutions in Egypt and others, it has gradually become obvious that the iPhone hasn’t just changed the way a lot of people consume the news — it has also fundamentally altered the way that the news and journalism itself is created, now that everyone has the tools to create and publish text, photos and video wherever they are.

I’ve been talking about that in my journalism classes that for … four years now?

Meanwhile, I love this piece: 5 ways journalism educators can teach students to use multimedia in breaking news coverage:

Journalism schools across the country are embroiled in important but lengthy discussions about reforming curricula, updating courses and funding technology. Meanwhile, new forms of journalism roll on, and our students can get left behind.

While I stay involved in the larger structural debates, I look for small and immediate ways to incorporate digital reporting tools and publishing into my classes. Breaking news events like the Colorado wildfires provide an ideal moment to stick with notebook reporting and text stories and also round out coverage with multimedia.

So, naturally, we need analytics for mobile. Oh wait, that’s here now.

And, finally, from Mashable: Why ‘Twittercycle’ Trumps the Traditional News Cycle:

Still, social media’s permanence is up for debate among media professionals — IJNet‘s readers included–despite the growing population of news consumers who rely on Twitter’s aggregating capabilities for information.

[…]

It needs to be used with caution, (Rem Rieder, editor and senior vice president of American Journalism Review) said, given that it comes with new challenges in accuracy and verification. But when it’s used properly, it’s “truly potent.” And the same can be said for Facebook, which is used less for breaking news but is still a valuable tool for journalists. “Growth rates may well slow down, but both seem to be embedding themselves deeply into the culture.”

Greg Linch, special projects and news application producer at the Washington Post, said social networking sites will continue to serve as dominant news sources as long as they remain part of the public’s daily routine. “As they become more ingrained in how we lead our lives, the distinction between social and other media will growingly fade,” he said.

There’s a lot to think about in there for a weekend, no?

Have a great weekend thinking about it!


22
Jun 12

Travel day

Nothing welded, nothing gained.

Trek

This is on the fork of The Yankee’s bike, mounted to the back of the car, with my bike behind it. There’s something comforting about those little wavy lines of internationally crafted workmanship. If you stare enough into and under the paint coat you’ll see all manner of things, including how this bike is going to get you over that hill.

We’re in Georgia today, spending the night in a hotel about a half hour away from where The Yankee is competing in an aquabike race tomorrow morning. She’ll do 600 meters of an open water swim and then a 14.3 mile bike ride.

I did the ride today. We drove it, and then I pedaled it. And then we drove it again, so I could tell her things about the road and the hills and the trouble spots. I am now, officially, a scout.

After you dive out of the state park where the race starts, wrapping yourself around some curves mildly approaching technical, you find yourself looking up two miles worth of hills. The second hill being somewhat exciting because you hang a right and keep climbing. After that there are plenty of rollers. I found a lot of 30 mile per hour sections of the course. She’s going to have a great ride tomorrow.

But that means we have to get up very, very early. So … goodnight. And wish her luck tomorrow!