Friday


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Nov 17

The beautiful trouble of autumn, Part XI

You talk about leaves, and you could get into photosynthesis, the breakdown of chlorophyll and pigmentation. You could talk about the yellow light in the sky, and you could get into the earth’s rotation upon its axis and the directional angle of the sun. You could talk about the cool air, and we could talk about how Michigan isn’t good at its one job: keeping Canada in Canada.

But we never talk about the bark on the trees:

The moody, stark contrast; the silent, stern and dark colors … That has got to mean something here.


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Nov 17

The beautiful trouble of autumn, Part VI

Two weeks ago I wrote:

It seems like that time of year where you try to catalog the changing of the leaves, because they’re pretty, but because you want them to stay.

So that’s what I’ve been doing around here these last few days, soaking up the season while it lasts.

Because it is just gorgeous right now:

And here’s another view of Jordan River, or Spanker’s Branch, looking west:

Winter, as they say, is coming. And it will last far too long, but there are a few beautiful weeks of autumn that … don’t actually make up for it, but it is a decent enough apology in advance.


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Nov 17

Two social media stories

I put something fun on Instagram, and something funny on Twitter, today. Check them out here:

I've been listening to these CDs of church signings we used to go to in Alabama. This big city guy recorded them. (And that's how they might see him, because this is a proper country church.) He had decent gear and used it fairly well.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

After a few years of trying, in 2005 he figured out that tiny, little no A/C church. His recording sounds like an amphitheater with a 450-member national choral arrangement in four part harmony. (Mind you, this is my phone recording a CD playback from my car stereo.) Then the guy included just about all of my favorite hymns from the book on his CD. It was worth every, I dunno, $5 he wanted for it. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Track six is I'm Winging My Way Back Home, which has six syllables I sing better than anything else in the 750-plus song catalog.

I can't correctly sing any other part of the song right in this arrangement, but those few notes …

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And here’s my Twitter tale of the day:

And follow me on Twitter and Instagram.


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Oct 17

The winter squash whodunit

One of our students was carrying around a pumpkin today. I think it was a home economics exercise. He’s toting around a child cucurbita, or a grandbaby gourd.

(I suppose it could be for Halloween.)

Anyway, he left the pumpkin at the television studio this morning. I could have offered to take good care of the squash plant, but it seemed more fun to hold it for ransom. Pay up, or get him back in (pumpkin pie) slices. Give me what I want or the jack-o-lantern-to-be doesn’t get an ear. Call the veggie cops, and he gets crooked eyes.

I couldn’t even work through all of these puns — and they get even worse pretty quickly — before the student swooped in and picked him up. The cultivar custody caper was resolved.

Some shows the students produced last night. A sports desk show:

And a talk show that they’ll put on the air on Sunday night:

But let’s not get that far ahead of ourselves. There’s still a whole weekend to enjoy.


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Oct 17

Time for a relaxing weekend

If you’re not working, I hope you have a great few days ahead of you.