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29
Apr 12

Catching up

Welcome to the portion of the site where we throw a bunch of photos up, show them off for the first time and call it a day.

This is from the wedding reception yesterday. The Yankee hanging out with a bunch of her former students. They’re a nice group. Very funny. They’re mugging for the official photographer. I’m just butting in here:

pose

I discussed the bouquet toss, so it is only fair to show the garter. This might be the first one I’ve seen where more than one person was interested in catching it:

toss

Our local baseball vendor. He “don’t sell to no Tennessee fans.” He has enough patter to go about six innings without repeating himself. Makes a lot of money off those jokes, too.

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We have to do this one every year, and today was the perfect opportunity to sneak it in. Hot, bright and not a cloud in the sky for our reflection picture of Samford Stadium-Hitchcock Field at Plainsman Park. Auburn has runners on the corners and is about to turn this game into a blowout to sweep the weekend series:

baseball


28
Apr 12

The day, in one picture

We were invited to attend the wedding of one of The Yankee’s former students. She was marrying her college sweetheart. As the two Auburn alumni walked back up the aisle, having been announced to everyone gathered at the lovely country home wedding, the classical guitar band played War Eagle.

Later, after the food there were the dances. The bride and groom danced to a Jason Mraz song — I called it on the way to the wedding. The bride and her father enjoyed a Steven Curtis Chapman song. The groom and his mother danced … to the Cupid Shuffle. After that and all of the other things you see at weddings, everyone gathered for the traditional tosses.

Here one of the bride’s former classmates demonstrates the thrill of bouquet victory:

bouquet

And another shows us the agony of “I might not ever marry now” defeat.

It was the minister’s first marriage ceremony. They had a reception band that insisted on turning everything into a Jack Johnson-type song.

The groom’s truck was decorated in the traditional, embarrassing style.

(As we left we wondered how that didn’t happen to us. We had valet parking. That’s the way to go, friends.)

Despite that tiny setback, it was a beautiful day for an outdoor wedding to see two nice young people, Dan and Ally, exchange vows. Glad we got to be there.


27
Apr 12

The acceptable uses for chalk

When you think about it, beyond the classroom setting, there’s just not that much call for chalk.

Sure, there’s that rousing game of hopscotch. And kids occasionally scribble on sidewalks to amuse themselves. On college campuses that remains a moderately effective message delivery system. But that’s about it.

Oh, and the produce aisle.

chalk

This is at a cafe, which is also a produce store, attached to the back of a nursery. The nursery is well located, but who knows how many times I’ve passed the cafe without it registering. There’s limited parking. You have to walk through or around the nursery to get to the Crape Myrtle Cafe.

More chalk:

chalk

The food there is very good, so I’ve heard. We order a fresh veggie basket every week. They are locally grown, organic, and all the rest of those happy little buzzwords. We make huge salads and are forced to find recipes for things like kale and radishes.

While the nice lady that works there puts my basket together I look around, enjoying a warm day, noisy birds and the smell of strawberries and tomatoes. I take pictures of local honey jars and labels that read “Certified Organic Sprouted Bagels — with grains as referenced in Ezekiel 4:9.”

That verse, by the way, says “Take wheat and barley, beans and lentils, millet and spelt; put them in a storage jar and use them to make bread for yourself. You are to eat it during the 390 days you lie on your side.”

My neck and shoulders are about 15 percent better. I’m trying to lie on my side, but I’m not doing this for 390 days. Two weeks in and I’m beyond that point of “This hurts, and that, in turn, magnified every other little thing.” I’m now to “I’m really, really tired of feeling like this.

But it is heartening that there’s progress. Tonight something popped in my neck and it helped a great deal. Moving slow, but now more by design than anything else.

I’ll take some more of that progress, if you don’t mind.

On the site: The March and April photo galleries are now updated. You can see those and much, much more on the photo page.

One version of the chalkboards above has worked into the rotation of the banners at the bottom of the page. You can see it here. You can see all of them simultaneously, with cutline info, right over here.

I’m going to go rest now. And by rest I mean make a bunch of phone calls.


25
Apr 12

Your most unusual ice cream

One of my annual projects took me snooping around campus today. Our printer brings us some of the plates from the newspaper as keepsakes. This is the day when they are delivered, and I spend a while searching for them.

My investigation led me to this door and the sign above it:

handsign

After what happened to your other hand, you’d think you’d learn, right?

Something I wrote on my student blog, The classes we wish we’d taken.

A professor friend in Texas wrote “The class I most wish I had taken is probably ‘How to Find Buried Treasure and Pick Winning Lottery Numbers.’”

They didn’t offer that in my undergrad curriculum.

The Yankee, Brian and I visited Bloodhound for dinner tonight. It is the hot new place in town, described to us as having specialties of bourbon and bacon. Looking at the menu, there’s nothing healthy at the place. We had to visit. Here’s their description:

Bloodhound is a family owned restaurant, bar and live music venue featuring over-the-top American classics, top shelf bourbon, 28 craft beers on tap, and a music line up sure to knock your socks off. Our atmosphere was designed to be warm and welcoming- think hunting lodge, antler-pronged barn setting with the hustle and bustle of old time Alabama. Our music venue is separate from the restaurant and dining area with it’s own bar, stage, and local art displays.

I had the bacon, turkey and avocado sandwich, which was great. The dijon really made the dish. They also offered free popcorn, popped in bacon grease. Tasted like popcorn.

It is a fine-food place in a casual atmosphere, keeping the slightly upscale prices. The meatloaf will set you back $16. Brian said it was delicious. I don’t doubt his evaluation, but have a hard time ordering a $16 meatloaf.

A big component of the place is the everything-local motif. They even offer honeysuckle ice cream. Seems they go out and collect the stuff in the spring. It takes bags of the flowers to make a gallon of ice cream, but it smells and tastes exactly like honeysuckle.

A little bit of the ice cream goes a long way, though.

Begs a question, though: what’s the most unusual flavor of ice cream you’ve ever tried?

Bunch of stuff on Twitter, and new things on Tumblr.


24
Apr 12

The long day

Last week we had the board members from the Alabama Press Association on campus. Today, it is Gene Policinski, the vice president and executive director of the First Amendment Center in Washington D.C.

Things are hoping around here.

Policinski met with student-journalists at the Crimson this morning. I treated him to a mid-morning snack after that and he told me how he got in the business, where he’s been and his upcoming projects. Very interesting — and nice — guy.

The department took him and a few students to lunch at The Rotunda Club, the exclusive dining arrangement on campus. We ate in a beautiful wood-paneled room with monogramed plates and personal attention.

I hope whatever organization that normally dines there was able to make do with vending machines.

We had a student media committee meeting, electing next year’s editors for the literary arts magazine, Sojourn, the yearbook, Entre Nous, and The Samford Crimson.

This evening Policinski was the featured guest at the Timothy Sumner Robinson Forum. This is a Samford program named for a 1965 alumnus. The Robinson family hosts the event each year in honor of Timothy, who was a veteran of The Washington Post and the National Law Journal.

At the Post Robinson had more Watergate front page stories than anyone. He’d go on to work at NYU, and then head west to pioneer much of the first online media work.

Here’s Policinski speaking in Bolding Studio about the constitutionally “unique role” of journalists in the political and legal system:

Policinski

He notes “We have turned to an era where we talk to people directly.”

He applaud bloggers and citizen journalists, but notes a difference between what they might do and what a committed court reporter could offer as coverage. He’s right, and it isn’t about the journalism, but about the legal system. There’s a need, he says, for more legal training, which is part of a big project he has coming up soon with his many professional affiliations.

The state of legal reporting is in decline, but not because of the people covering it, but by volume. Meanwhile, he says, the journalism profession is “if not walking away from it is turning away because of other pressing issues.”

Great to have him on campus, though it made for a long day (and after that there was still the newspaper). It was worth it. You can follow him on Twitter @genefac.

Don’t forget: Tumblr and Twitter.