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You have them, we have them. Our Fourth of July tradition involves going to Dreamland, which we visited in Montgomery this evening, enjoying some ribs and pudding and then settling in for an evening of fireworks. So this is a running quilt of summer memories, reading left to right, from top to bottom.
Happy Fourth of July. Hope yours is as good as mine.
Fireworks are the most temporal of our celebrations. After the fact you’re happy their gone. You can think mean things of the neighbors still lighting them after the calendar suggests they should be stowed for New Year’s Eve.
Never mind that the Declaration of Independence was first published in a newspaper on July 6th. We forget it was shipped to the Brits and read publicly on the 8th. Few recall that Gen. George Washington had it read to his soldiers on the 9th and that it was August before the signings began. The vote was the 4th and that’s when the fireworks retailers really need help getting their revenue in order, so that’s when we buy and light the things.
Fireworks on the 6th of July are just right out. There’s just no ring to that whatsoever.
You can light fireworks early, that’s festive. Unless your neighbors are the type that call the cops. Police officers hate the “shots fired” call which is really Old Lady Eveready mistaking your firecrackers for a revolver. Some cities burn through their pyrotechnic budget before the grand day. Opelika is one of those towns. Their “Celebration of Freedom” was tonight.
They have food and music and inflatables and face painting. The local parachute group leaps into the sky to bring the American flag to the city elders. Kids have scattered out decorated paper plates beforehand, hoping the guy with the flag lands on theirs so they win a prize.
People are sprawled everywhere in the beds of pickups and in lawn chairs. Two teenagers are making out and some old people nearby really wish they’d just stop. People see each other outside of work or school or church, maybe for the first time in a long time. Kids are playing tag over here and blowing bubbles over there. The entire scene is almost perfect and lovely. The only thing missing is John Mellencamp.
Promptly at 9 p.m. organizers throw thousands of dollars into the night sky and hope that, while it doesn’t reach escape velocity, it somehow catches fire and burns in many colors and shapes and sounds. More often than not that is precisely what happens. Here’s tonight’s finale:
For the video I shot last year I wrote “why not make it a several day celebration? A birth of a nation should merit that.”
Why not, indeed.
God bless America on this Third of July.
The weekly installment of extra pictures. Sundays are for things we haven’t seen elsewhere around my corner of the Internet.
For instance, these horses, which I found on one of my bike rides last week:
And this one of Allie, hanging out in her tunnel one sunny day:
And The Yankee, on the green at Indian Pines:
The tense line of truth in the race of truth. This is the line that is the starting point for the local cycling club runs their Tuesday evening time trials:
We walked over and watched them race a few weeks ago. I tried the route soon after. After a second attempt I realized my first try was going to be the early standard. I dropped more than a minute the second time. Did it again today, a little anxious at the beginning and then working hard on the first half. I turned and struggled on the back portion of the out-and-back. With heavy legs and empty lungs and squinted eyes I made it back across that line again, happy to be able to breathe again after six miles of complete effort.
The local club posts the officially recorded trial times on their website. My time is slower than everyone they’ve ever listed.
To make this sound a little more impressive for myself than I should: the heat index was something like 103 degrees when I did it this evening. Have you heard it has been hot?
I did 20 miles this evening, would have aimed for a few more, but the sun outran me.
We had our weekly breakfast at Barbecue House this morning. There was an offensive lineman and a cornerback from the university team there. The one looked like he was 320 pounds, but the other did not look like he was 6-foot-2, as he is listed in the official roster. Nice to know, though, that we’re eating with top-flight athletes. We’ve had breakfast there over the years with lots of football players, including more than a few national champions, swimmers, World Series champion baseball players and so on.
The secret is Mr. Price’s biscuits. I’m sure of it.
That was the only other thing that was worth enduring the heat wave, honestly. We’re sweating inside the house with the air on. We live in the South, perhaps you’ve heard of it:
I contend that purple on a weather map is never a good thing.
So there was reading and writing today. Here are some things you might find interesting, as I did:
The Chicago Tribune has a new web design. It is an interesting design philosophy, though they could do without the autoplay.
And now an essay on the evolving news industry, titled Leaving Alabama Behind:
On Nov. 11, 1918, as my dad used to tell me, a reporter named George Flournoy, who went by Gummy, stood in the window of the local daily paper, The Mobile Register, shouting the news of the armistice that ended World War I.
In 1929, after The Register announced it would accelerate updates on the World Series between the Chicago Cubs and Philadelphia Athletics to ensure that “followers of the national game in this city shall not be many seconds behind each bit of action recorded,” Gummy relayed each play “by megaphone as rapidly as it is received over direct wires of The Associated Press.”
Gummy, I am sure, would have been impressed by the ease, access and greater reach he’d have today. And he’d be able to go home with his voice intact after the story.
These are the concerns of a man who admits farther down in the column that he likes to compose in pen. He’s pretty cynical about the changes coming to journalism in Alabama but that is also part of the reason he’s one of those scribes who have, unfortunately, been downsized. We agree, wholeheartedly, on this:
Of this I’m sure, though: Whether it’s through a commitment to public Wi-Fi service in every town, or giving tax deductions for family computers and online services, or offering free classes on how to operate what for many are still newfangled gadgets, attention must be paid.
Thirty months ago 62 percent of Alabamians had Internet access. That number is low, but growing. If this is the right Census report, “respondents were not asked any questions about computer access or ownership” since 2007. So the number could be higher. And I don’t see whether libraries were included in connectivity. Either way, the point being, a significant portion of the state’s population, 2.9 million of us, according to the 2010 data, are online. The number is growing.
The Birmingham News, The Huntsville Times and the Press-Register, the three Alabama papers being radically reshaped this fall, have a combined daily circulation of 320,521 papers. (The top dozen papers in the state, combined, have just under 500,000 in daily circulation.)
At the beginning of the year comScore reported that al.com — those papers’ collective website (Disclosure: where I worked for four-plus years) — averaged more 3.4 million unique monthly visitors. In 2008, they were collecting more than 55 million page views a month. (Not sure why that number is so dated on their media kit.)
The future is right there. There’s a lot of work to be done, but you have to point in the right direction first. The dead tree newspaper edition will play a big role in their future, but that’s no longer their first step, nor should it be.
Quick links:
News has been changed forever by the iPhone:
Through incidents like the plane landing in the Hudson, the earthquakes in Haiti and Japan, the “Arab Spring” revolutions in Egypt and others, it has gradually become obvious that the iPhone hasn’t just changed the way a lot of people consume the news — it has also fundamentally altered the way that the news and journalism itself is created, now that everyone has the tools to create and publish text, photos and video wherever they are.
I’ve been talking about that in my journalism classes that for … four years now?
Meanwhile, I love this piece: 5 ways journalism educators can teach students to use multimedia in breaking news coverage:
Journalism schools across the country are embroiled in important but lengthy discussions about reforming curricula, updating courses and funding technology. Meanwhile, new forms of journalism roll on, and our students can get left behind.
While I stay involved in the larger structural debates, I look for small and immediate ways to incorporate digital reporting tools and publishing into my classes. Breaking news events like the Colorado wildfires provide an ideal moment to stick with notebook reporting and text stories and also round out coverage with multimedia.
So, naturally, we need analytics for mobile. Oh wait, that’s here now.
And, finally, from Mashable: Why ‘Twittercycle’ Trumps the Traditional News Cycle:
Still, social media’s permanence is up for debate among media professionals — IJNet‘s readers included–despite the growing population of news consumers who rely on Twitter’s aggregating capabilities for information.
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It needs to be used with caution, (Rem Rieder, editor and senior vice president of American Journalism Review) said, given that it comes with new challenges in accuracy and verification. But when it’s used properly, it’s “truly potent.” And the same can be said for Facebook, which is used less for breaking news but is still a valuable tool for journalists. “Growth rates may well slow down, but both seem to be embedding themselves deeply into the culture.”
Greg Linch, special projects and news application producer at the Washington Post, said social networking sites will continue to serve as dominant news sources as long as they remain part of the public’s daily routine. “As they become more ingrained in how we lead our lives, the distinction between social and other media will growingly fade,” he said.
There’s a lot to think about in there for a weekend, no?
Have a great weekend thinking about it!
Saw this on the road today:
The scripture there, a bit blurry in the picture, is Romans 10:9, “That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.”
Do you ever wonder why people share the scripture they share? There’s the precise message, of course, some are motivated by the very specific point. But others, you just think If you have the chance to share one, what would it be? There’s that entire book of them, after all.
Mine is Philippians 2: 1-4.
Therefore if there is any encouragement in Christ, if there is any consolation of love, if there is any fellowship of the Spirit, if any affection and compassion, make my joy complete by being of the same mind, maintaining the same love, united in spirit, intent on one purpose. Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit, but with humility of mind regard one another as more important than yourselves; do not merely look out for your own personal interests, but also for the interests of others.
That’s a lot to live up to, but worthy of aspiration.
What’s yours?
Anyway, all down the side the truck had this great pastoral church setting. The truck was owned by a small company from Georgia. On the hood, where you’d normally find the truck’s ornament, was a giant rounded cross.
It is a two lane highway, so I didn’t get the chance to see what was on the other side of the trailer. We can only wonder.
Finished the biggest part of that paper I mentioned earlier this week. Tonight, as I was dabbling in the last section of it, my entire Macbook froze on the F3 exposé. Also Chrome shut down separately from all of that. Chrome — We were good, once, for about six weeks! — at least has the restore tabs function. Otherwise I’d have become convinced that the electromagnetic field around me had gotten off kilter today and that this paper was destined to never be finished.
Earlier in this project we encountered a few server query problems that kept locking up as we tried to gather data. Earlier this week I managed to spill a full glass of tea all over the notes about my data. Taken altogether this has been comical, though it didn’t feel like it at the time.
But I passed my section on late this evening to The Yankee, who’s coordinating this project into a an impressive bit of brilliance. I wedged 23 citations into 11 pages with 2,500 words, most of them I wrote three and four times. Some of them good, even. Some could stand for some extra polish.
Any takers?
Tomorrow: two percent more typos, 12 percent more photographs, three percent funnier! Just a prediction.
