Indiana


7
Mar 19

A tale best told in gifs


All day long with this stuff:




6
Mar 19

But who’s counting?

This came together better than I thought it would at mumble-mumble thirty this morning.

On the news, they’re doing spring break stories:

Outside, we’re waiting for more snow.

This, for the record, is about two weeks after that nonsense should have stopped.


4
Mar 19

It should be spring, but it’s Indiana

Meteorologically speaking, Sunday was … well, not as bad as today.

Yeah, it’s a legitimate weather event.

I mean, really:

Of course, I saw tulip bulbs on Friday, which, here, means about four more weeks of winter. This is a thing that happens.

Once more, and I can’t stress this enough:

And if that wasn’t enough, this is today:


11
Apr 18

Makes you wanna ride bikes – if you can get off the sofa

Someone brought their bike into the building today.

You’re not supposed to do that. But I do enjoy seeing a good bicycle every now and then. That’s a Little 500 bike, which is a neat treat in general, just not in the building, where it could be a tripping hazard or a wall-marking hazard or a theft-of-property hazard.

Seriously, someone left it outside a closed classroom. People are trusting, which is nice.

Outside? Spring?

On Monday morning, snow. And it was the sort of thing no one even mentioned. We were all so bored with it and over it. It wasn’t surprising to wake up to. It was inevitable. No one was even irritated by the absurdity of it anymore. Snow in mid-April. Then it melted, things started blooming and that evening I ran in layers and gloves.

This evening I ran in shorts and a t-shirt and was already warm in the driveway, before setting out for a quick 5K. Already warm. It was 62° degrees.

So I’m putting a question mark next to spring from now on.

Allie, is, also, over it:

And, look, when I tell The Yankee that the six-pound cat is holding me down, I really mean it:


6
Apr 18

Still conferencing in Nashville

Yesterday mass comm, today student work and poli comm. That’s the way of things, and so today I presented student work from The Media School, and from the programs at Middle Tennessee State and East Tennessee State University at the SSCA digital showcase.

And then we took a selfie:

Also, I responded to the top student papers in the political communication division. One of them was an analysis of the 2016 RNC speech. Another looked at the charisma in presidential campaign speeches. (It looked at the texts alone, which seemed a limited choice.) The third looked at the great Shirley Chisholm. These were graduate students and so you want to give them good feedback. I hope I did that.

And tonight I finally got a piece of Prince’s hot chicken. We went to a place that sold it as a part of their own menu. And the restaurant gave me one piece with my chicken and waffles. It was hot. And tasty!

(It’s the one on the right.) Now, it might not be the hottest. And I’m a spice wimp, but it was hot. And good. By the time I finished that piece I … I wasn’t used to it, but I’d come to terms with it, I guess. One of our friends said to me “Kenny, you’re glistening.”

At that precise moment I had started wondering whether I was perspiring or my eyes were watering.
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It was hard to tell.

A sign we found in a restaurant at breakfast:

And now I want some more Prince’s hot chicken. Or barbecue.