Friday


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Nov 16

Up in Indy

This is the Indiana State Museum. I walked by it on my way to a journalism conference today. The building was built entirely of local materials – including limestone, sandstone, steel, brick and glass. Each of the state’s 92 counties are represented by icons on the exterior walls.

But I went to a one-day journalism conference and said about three things. Also, I shivered a bit, because it was cold. Maybe I should have just gone to the museum.


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Nov 16

Maples are among nature’s first quitters

It wasn’t a brick workout because I had to fire off yet another flurry of emails in between, but after my bike ride we went for a quick three-mile run. Still, enjoyed this tree’s color.

This is at the top of the neighborhood, so it was the little run up the hill, right about where you start to question the decision to run today, that I saw that tree.


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Oct 16

Live! On tape!

Sometimes we do a news show in the morning.

Which reminded me of the five-plus years I did morning shows. They were much earlier than this, but I still had to get up early enough to be here, so that somehow counts.

This was actually a re-shoot. And a valuable lesson was learned, just as it should be, in the friendly and forgiving confines of a learning laboratory. Which means we had a good sized crew back in the studio first thing on a Friday morning for a show we’d already tried to do once.

Later in the day we spent some time in one of our fantabulous new production studios:

The engineer is the lady on the left, and she’s presiding over a software teleconference. This is going to be a radio booth, production studio and a place we do podcasts in. We’ve got a few nice production set ups on the new building. Guess that means we’ll have to produce a lot.


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Oct 16

When you can’t see the trees for the horizon

Sitting at a red light on the way back from the grocery store, it went like this:

“Such a long red light … Why are all of these cars in my way? Hey, cool! Neat bike! Check out that paint job! And great nose art, wow!”

And then I noticed the dog in the sidecar. And, finally, the goggles.

You figure that pooch knows the weekend is here. But then you think, maybe every day is a Saturday to that dog.

Meanwhile, as workday turns into weekend, this is the view from the recliner in my home office:

Did you ever think that maybe everyday could feel like Saturday to the rest of us, too?


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Oct 16

Why student media is pretty awesome

On a Friday night, a bunch of college students chose to spend several hours in a new television studio:

On a Friday night, on homecoming weekend, they could have been anywhere. But there they were.

And, for a moment, I sat at the news desk:

Felt like old times, even if it was a simple microphone check.