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Friday / photo / video — Comments Off on Proof: Usain Bolt is slow
9
Oct 15

Proof: Usain Bolt is slow

I saw this truck on the road today. Honestly, it hadn’t occurred to me. But you wonder how many times the truck drivers were flagged down by other drivers and authorities and what not before painting this on the back.

peanuts

Of course venting is a relative term. How much is enough? At what point should we once again be alarmed? And what does it mean if it isn’t venting? Should I be concerned about that? How far back is safe enough to protect the car’s paint? Is this going to obscure my vision? Are there venting warnings on the other three sides of the tank? A venting tank could be a distraction to other motorists, which endanger us all. And then what happens —

Some red lights are red too long.

Work hard. No weakness. Run fast. This guy is the best:

So now we have our weekend motivation.

cycling / Friday / photo / Samford — Comments Off on I learned a new word
2
Oct 15

I learned a new word

This is called “phubbing.”

phubbing

(And, yes this is a photo of poor quality. I was trying to be casual about capturing an image of three people at one table all on their phones.)

It means you are snubbing others for your phone. I learned this word from one of our dinner friends. One of them also pointed out that I was doing the same thing by taking this picture.

Phubbing, I think, is one of those words that will be hard to forget, one that will rush right to the top of your mind when you see it happening.

Some of the latest Samford data:

stats

I found that poster on a wall in the administration building while on my way to a meeting. Pretty impressive numbers when you think about it.

Here are a few more numbers, but less impressive. This evening I got in a 21 mile bike ride. It was humid and overcast. It was 65 degrees. Almost chilly in the breeze. There’s probably a few more warm days ahead, and certainly a lot of pleasant ones. But this was the first day when the change of seasons became inevitable.

family / Friday / photo / triathlon / video — Comments Off on The cool report
25
Sep 15

The cool report

Sometimes I think I should go back to themed Fridays. If I did, today’s theme would be ‘Man, this stuff is cool.‘

Problem: I can’t repeat awesomeness like this every week.

We went to the Southeastern Raptor Center for their bird show this evening. I only shot video of one little guy, because they flew him right by me:

He posed for pictures later:

owl

Here’s another cool thing. If I had any talent at triathlons at all, I would do this:

And perhaps the coolest thing today is Sir Patrick Stewart. (I have this sneaking suspicion he is the coolest thing going a lot of days.) If you have seven minutes, you should watch this video. It is powerful, true-to-life stuff:

Also, the in-laws are in town this weekend. Extra cool!

cycling / football / Friday / memories / podcast — Comments Off on When the blacktop sings to you
18
Sep 15

When the blacktop sings to you

And, now, scenes from an all-important, utterly inconsequential and I hope never elusive 20-mile bike ride.

I have some history on this road, I realized, as I pedaled down it today. And not just because I’ve made tiny circles with my feet on it before. I’ve raced on it. I have friends that grew up on this road. I re-learned to run on the path that meanders alongside it. I’ve been caught in the rain on this road and failed to outrun hail on this road. I have history on that little ribbon of asphalt, pretty neat.

cycling

To be sure, I do spend a lot of my time on this road with this view:

cycling

On a different road. Same ride, different light:

cycling

What was going on on the other side of the camera at that same moment:

cycling

And now, for two podcasts. If you like Arkansas:

And if you prefer your football to be full of Gator bites:

Some other stuff here and there. Mostly, though, that road, and this weekend.

Friday / photo / Twitter — Comments Off on It seems to me
11
Sep 15

It seems to me

I had this thought that you can look at the moving sun — or us moving around it, if we need to be precise — in a couple of different ways. The early evening version goes: Do you see it as a miracle of daybreak? Or do you see it as a trust, that this thing is coming back tomorrow?

Samford

I have no idea what that means, really. It could be a half-empty, half-full formulation. It could be a Rorschach test. It could be nothing at all. You get lost in the wonder of the sun and how it looks and how it feels and the impressiveness of fusion. That’s a miracle. Or you see it and soak up the sun and know it’ll be back. That’s trust.

But everybody feels that way about Saturday on a Friday, right?

A great look at that historic first pitch that President George W. Bush offered at the beginning of the 2001 World Series. Great little documentary.

An old classmate of mine was too kind:

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