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Mar 15

If you’re going to steal, go big

Back to it today. This, I tell myself every year, is the work week that demonstrates I’m not as young as I used to be. Because I’m young enough — and obtuse enough, I suppose — that it takes a particular week to get the point across. After getting home on Saturday night and doing laundry and a frozen pizza in time to be asleep by 9 p.m. and then Sunday of doing only what is required of a Sunday, it was time to return to the action this morning.

At least, this year, we only had to go to Atlanta. Last year I did this week after a trip to Lafayette, Louisiana. Next year we can look forward to going to Austin Peay, which means almost four hours back to campus on a Saturday before the most abbreviated of weekends and … I feel tired already.

In class today we discussed story ideas, and that is always magical. You ask a group “What makes you happy? What makes you angry?” and you get a half-dozen story ideas right away. What are people talking about? What part of that do they have wrong? What do they need to know? There are all kind of little tricks to help you create story ideas. I always tell classes that there are two kinds of people: those who can spout off a handful of ideas like they were reciting their address and those that can’t. If you can’t, you can learn. And I was in that latter category. But anyone can do it, and here are some ways how.

I sent them off with an assignment sheet, a come up with ideas based on these things, arrangement. Turn in a copy for a grade, keep a copy to start that new idea book you’re about to create. Story ideas are fun. I used to dread them, until I learned how to dream up four or five angles off of one simple idea. And if I can, anyone can.

I had vegetables for dinner. Comfort food of the healthiest order. Now this.

Entre Nous

Entre Nous is Samford’s yearbook and this is the 1979 pageant. The winner received the Hypalia Cup. I’m not sure of the origins of that. One of these ladies is a homemaker, I think. Another is an educator. No idea about the third. Also, this, from the accompanying story:

Entre Nous

Things to read … because we need something from this century to wrap this up.

You would think this would be a conspicuous choice … and that people wouldn’t do it. Travis Kvapil’s NASCAR racecar stolen from outside hotel, won’t race at Atlanta this weekend:

Getting your car stolen in a major American city is not that unusual an occurrence.

However, getting a professional racecar inside a trailer and attached to a heavy-duty hauling truck stolen is a new one. But that’s exactly what happened to NASCAR veteran Travis Kvapil and his No. 44 Chevrolet Sprint Cup car overnight Friday.

NASCAR comfirmed Friday afternoon that Kvapil had withdrawn from Sunday’s QuikTrip 500 at Atlanta Motor Speedway.

Oh. They were caught on tape. And the car has been found, sans trailer or truck, which was discovered later in the day. If LoJack isn’t sponsoring that guy by the end of the month there’s something wrong with America.

Following up on the earlier Bentley-Holtzclaw story, Gov. Robert Bentley says Holtzclaw billboard ‘irresponsible,’ projects will be resumed at some point:

The governor was asked this morning if Cooper’s move should serve as a warning to legislators as they consider whether to support the governor’s $541 million tax increase proposal announced today.

“I wouldn’t say a warning,” Bentley said. “I would say that it is irresponsible to act irresponsibly.”

Bentley said he did not know Cooper had stopped the projects until Cooper informed him, but that he had given Cooper “the green light” to do so.

Asked if there were other “green lights” coming, Bentley said, “It’s on yellow.”

So be careful what you say at the capitol, I guess.

I read this a few days ago and found myself full of wonder and awe and I want to share it with you now, a newspaper editor I know wrote this about a guy he knew once upon a time. It defies excerpting, but it is worth reading: The legacy we leave behind.

And, finally, I don’t always link to all of the stuff the Crimson produces, because that would be a lot of links, but there are some good things in this week’s issue, including this look back to the 1930s, specifically, how the students felt about FDR in 1939:

Down with Roosevelt! Roosevelt for King! FDR should be shot! I love Roosevelt!

These are typical reactions to the question: are you in favor of Roosevelt for a third term as president of the United States. Delving further into complicated statistics and graphs collected by the Crimson staff, we find more than a dozen highly exciting opinions on the most exciting question of the day. (The war in Europe and the Cincinnati-St. Louis baseball feud are of course a great deal more interesting and important, but if a feature writer can’t claim exciting interest for his subject, he might as well not write the article.)

It is a fine read.


24
Feb 15

The first weather day

Campus opened late today because of concern about the roads. The forecast called for ice, but I never did hear of anyone having any problems. So, perhaps, opening at 10 a.m. was the right thing. Or perhaps we all benefitted from an over-abundance of caution. Either way, that was a big part of the morning.

In the afternoon, in my never-ending effort to get more things out of my office, I ran across this old clip Crimson from 1988:

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McClure coached seven academic All-Americans and won a conference title at Samford. Throughout his career he coached a remarkable 145 All-Americans. He produced three Olympians. His athletes held world records in eight events. He was an assistant coach in the 1972 Olympic Games in Munich. You can’t find a track and field or regional sports hall of fame that hasn’t inducted him. Previously, I’d discovered this photo of the “reserved gentleman,” Bill McClure among the hundreds of files I’ve inherited over the years:

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He retired in 1996 after a 46-year sports career, the last 10 years at Samford. Before he picked up a whistle he was a Marine in World War II. He’d worked at Abilene Christian (63 All-American), South Carolina. LSU (34 All-Americans) and was the associate athletic director at Samford. He died in 2008 and was survived by five children.

Maybe they should name something after him.

Paper tonight, classes canceled tomorrow. So they’re reworking the front page and dreaming up contingencies for weather coverage. It has made for a long day, despite the late start.

Things to read … because the clock never stops.

We found the real Ron Swanson, and he’s just like the one on TV:

(T)rue fans know the loss that will hurt the most: Ron Swanson.

Ron Swanson, our freedom-loving, meat-eating, mustache-rocking man’s man. He’s our instructor of how to live on your own terms while remaining fiercely loyal to your people — characteristics we’d want in any man, especially our fathers and bosses. We’ll be lost without his rants, his wisdom, his giggle. Is there anyone who can replace him?

Well, there is a real Ron Swanson who lives in Indiana.

The guy doesn’t even watch the show. Also, remember how Ron Swanson was initially supposed to be a joke? Funny how that works out.

Twitter’s Dilemma:

At times (quite a bit) the way that Twitter has chosen to roll out features and products has felt schizophrenic. And that’s no wonder, really, as the company now serves two masters. Its users and its shareholders. And while those interests may sometimes align, there is no question which is the more important to please for a public company.

This has led to rocky times when it comes to external, and even internal, perceptions of Twitter’s directional confidence.

[…]

Recent product decisions appear to be displaying more thoughtfulness about how to balance Twitter’s Dilemma. It remains to be seen whether the market will bear that, or if there is a way to truly find an equilibrium there. But there are some pleasant signs. We’ll see if the messaging products really do get the attention that Weil says they are, and whether video and onboarding continue to get polished.

There is a great deal of thought and insight in that piece. The big takeaway is that there are a lot of moving parts in play. The second takeaway is that Twitter might try to become all things to all people. And you know what happens when you do that.

From Internet to Obamanet:

Critics of President Obama’s “net neutrality” plan call it ObamaCare for the Internet.

That’s unfair to ObamaCare.

Both ObamaCare and “Obamanet” submit huge industries to complex regulations. Their supporters say the new rules had to be passed before anyone could read them. But at least ObamaCare claimed it would solve long-standing problems. Obamanet promises to fix an Internet that isn’t broken.

The permissionless Internet, which allows anyone to introduce a website, app or device without government review, ends this week.

And we’re going to miss it when it is gone.

Lawmaker with lavish decor billed private planes, concerts:

Illinois Rep. Aaron Schock, a rising Republican star already facing an ethics inquiry, has spent taxpayer and campaign funds on flights aboard private planes owned by some of his key donors, The Associated Press has found. There also have been other expensive travel and entertainment charges, including for a massage company and music concerts.

The expenses highlight the relationships that lawmakers sometimes have with donors who fund their political ambitions, an unwelcome message for a congressman billed as a fresh face of the GOP. The AP identified at least one dozen flights worth more than $40,000 on donors’ planes since mid-2011.

The AP tracked Schock’s reliance on the aircraft partly through the congressman’s penchant for uploading pictures and videos of himself to his Instagram account. The AP extracted location data associated with each image then correlated it with flight records showing airport stopovers and expenses later billed for air travel against Schock’s office and campaign records.

Reporters are watching politicians’ EXIF metadata. That’s brilliant.

Later in the story we learn that Schock is a 30something legislator that refers to people as “haters.”

Thank you, modern society.

Journalism links:

What can you do with a GoPro?
Snapchat stories: Here’s how 6 news orgs are thinking about the chat app
News Outlets Are Using This Site to Find Photos and Video on Social Media

Tomorrow: a snow day! But will we get snow?


19
Feb 15

Are you staying warm?

I feel like universities should, every so often, make a big move to return to their classic looks. Once about every 10 years would do it. You’d have a new audience in current students and a new audience in recent alumni, plus you’d keep the branding fresh. Also, this guy is awesome and I want to buy something with him on it:

Sammy U

That’s found on the ground floor of F. Page Seibert Hall, a 4,240-seat arena. Seibert, a Florida businessman, put a lot of money into the university. Seibert also gave a great deal of money to Florida Presbyterian College, but his Samford donation was the largest in the university’s history at that time, and finished the building carrying his name in 1961. A decade ago, his grandchildren also donated a tidy sum of money for athletic upgrades. So there’s no mystery why that name is a prominent one on campus. We just don’t know why they don’t use that particular bulldog.

One other thing:


3
Feb 15

A Samford sign

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That’s a heck of a quote to put on a sign dedicating your building to your father. Sloan Y. Bashinsky Sr. had that on the plaque dedication for Leo in the Bashinsky Fieldhouse at Samford.

Both men had served on the board of trustees at Samford. Leo died in 1974, but in his lifetime he was a solid, steady, no nonsense businessman. He was president of this and that, had worked in cotton, asphalt and food. He was on the board for a church and a hospital and was president of his country club and on the board of Liberty National Life Insurance. He has two buildings named in his honor on campus, both for his roles and because of the love of his son, Sloan Sr., who was one of the university’s most dedicated donors.

Sloan flew out of Guam in World War II and then returned home and was established by his dad. He took over Magic City Foods in 1956. Leo had bought it for $1 million and would sell it to his son. Sloan converted that into the Golden Flake powerhouse which is today traded on the NASDAQ and has revenues around $135 million these days. He served on boards left and right, often taking on the same or similar roles his father had before him, and was never one to blow his own trumpet about the good works he did throughout the region. When he died in 2005 many of his friends happily picked up the slack and pointed out his donations here and service there.

Life sublime, indeed.


15
Jan 15

SCUBA diving in St. Maarten

The currents were up — but the locals said the waters were actually, finally, calming down. These were some of the hardest dives I’ve done in a long time, if ever. I sucked oxygen like I haven’t in years, if ever.

They were also some of the best dives I’ve done. Sharks, rays, turtles, eagle rays, eels and all manner of smaller fish, all in one dive.

Almost everyone on the dive boat got sick. Except for us.

The people that got sea sick may disagree, but these are the dives you really look forward to.

This is Peter Stuyvesant, the last governor of the Dutch colony of New Netherland. (That’s New York. It is a long shot, but the man conceivably knew my ancestors there.) Previously he’d run things in Curacao and then tried to take St. Maarten back from the Spanish in 1633. It offered a strategic harbor and salt, and the Dutch failed miserably in getting the Spanish off the rock. But Stuyvesant took 13 ships, landed in March of 1644, notified the Spaniards and planted his flag. The Spanish fired on the flag and Stuyvesant was wounded and his right leg ultimately was amputated. He’d become known as Peg leg Pete and he’d watch his comrades sail away from St. Maarten in defeat a month later.

Maarten

After surrendering New Netherland to four ships of 450 British troops, he stayed on in New York as a private citizen, dying there in 1672. He was a strict Calvinist and a big believer in education. Everything I’ve read about him makes him seem rather harsh, but the 17th century often was. He’s buried in The Bowery — which is, apparently, an anglicization of Bouwerij, which is Dutch for farm, and also the name of Stuyvesant’s 62-acre property that stretched up to Harlem. (I’m going to have to read a history of New York City now, aren’t I?)

Anyway, diving in St. Maarten was a challenge, the visibility wasn’t the best because of the currents and the silt, but the views were great. Great place to dive. Watch the video.