Friday


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Sep 16

As seen on my bicycle

The barn on my bike ride home from the office:

barn

This is on a bike path. The route is just under five miles, much of it on quiet neighborhood roads. Near the end I can enjoy a stretch of a seven-tenths of a mile stretch on this path with only the odd walker or occasional jogger. On one end is a round about, on another is a playground with a punchy little climb up to another playground and park and then the easy downhill home. In between is that barn, sitting there like a forgotten toy, out of place tucked into the suburban carpet.


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Aug 16

Pedal to work

Today someone built up some bike racks in the sub-basement.

bike racks

You can literally ride in off the street, up a sidewalk ramp and then walk your bicycle through three doors to an indoor, climate controlled storage room. A camera will be going up at the door. There will eventually be a digital lock on the door. They’ve put some thought into this.

Not pictured: My bicycle. I need a chain, I suppose. Until then, I’ll just stow it in my office after my four-mile ride in.


26
Aug 16

Welcome to the weekend

So how did you start your weekend? Today I helped haul a giant plasma television covering into the building.

screen

Sadly, that’s not going in our house. Seriously big, more than a little heavy. This crate holds 550 pounds of gorilla glass for a four-foot by two-foot video wall. I didn’t have to put it on the wall, but it was interesting to watch:

screen

And, at home, we’re transcribing recipes. Hardly a big, gigantic screen worthy event. Doesn’t have to be. It seems like, sometimes, Friday evenings aren’t what they used to be.

screen

And that’s more than fine.


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Aug 16

I’m told this needed to be in black and white

There comes a moment when everyone thinks they can be an artist …

Outside:

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Inside:

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At a reception in the Franklin Hall Commons:

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I got this book through an interlibrary loan from the University of North Carolina:

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It is a book of oral histories from northwest Alabama, covering the Civil War era, which was a hard time for the people in the area. Most of the folks there didn’t want to be involved, they saw it as a rich person’s war. But when the Confederates came through they would press men into service. And when the Union came through they would press men into service. And then there were the Booger men, guerillas, bushwhackers, thieves and murderers, led by “Mountain Tom” Clark. In 1872 Clark confessed to 19 murders and was lynched. One member of the mob remembered Clark say “No man will ever run over Tom Clark!” So his body is now buried under Tennessee Street and is supposedly still there today, where he’s run over by everybody. At least that’s the folklore. Interesting read.

We grew up hearing sanitized versions of stories like this.

The book has that Due Date card inside, of course. The last time it was stamped was 1995.

I should have made a video about that.


5
Aug 16

Melts in your mouth, not in your … yeah right

Why is it that when I eat M&Ms it always looks like I just slapped The Joker?

That company has been lying to me all of my life.

Now, of course, I’m just a fully grown person trying to figure this out. I’m sure it was much funnier and more charming when I was a child.