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adventures / memories / photo / Twitter / weekend — Comments Off on We went a ways
24
Sep 16

We went a ways

A quick snapshot of some barns we passed between here and there during a morning errand.

The there being Columbus, Indiana, where we had to pick up some new sneakers. Because sometimes you do that, going over hill and dale for running shoes.

As I wrote on Twitter:

Here it was just car, car, car, at least. And this funky bridge just as you get to Columbus:

We didn’t stick around to visit the town, but right away you get the impression that there’s something neat worth seeing over there. I’ve no doubt we’ll be back. But it is a Saturday, after all …

memories / Monday / photo — Comments Off on This really takes you back
12
Sep 16

This really takes you back

I haven’t been in a real radio studio* since 2004. And I just wrote and deleted 160 words about that. Suffice it to say, it was an important period of my career, very helpful in many ways and still impacts the work I do today. And, yet, it was a good time to move on to the next thing. If you find that theme in your career path, I figure, then you’re doing something right.

I’m doing something right.

Anyway, the three things that have been a part of every job I’ve had in my career have been, in no particular order, writing, editing and my voice. And now I’m running, among other things, this brand new production facility too:

This is a 14-channel Axia board that has four customizable configurations and push-button alterations besides. This is the nicest board I’ve ever stood over, and the muscle memory kicks in easily. This will be a production booth, a podcast facility and a part-time radio booth. (The actual radio station will join us in the building, upstairs, next year.) This room can do a lot, even in those times when it only needs to do a few things. When they designed and engineered it, they decided to build it up for anything. Eight microphones, two CDs, three computers, a turntable, a piano, two phone lines and more. I’m sure I’ll spend a small amount of time in here doing things.

*I built one in my last office and will re-construct it in my home office one day soon. I can do most of the same things in my home-studio, but it isn’t exactly the same.

memories / photo / Thursday — Comments Off on Remember this
8
Sep 16

Remember this

If ever you should feel homesick, remember this: look around.

Before long, you’ll find something that is familiar and right. Take this water valve. I saw this walking back to the office from lunch today:

control

Albertville, the “Fire Hydrant Capital of the World” is just 100 miles northeast of where I grew up. (I remember the first time I saw that slogan on a sign outside of Albertville. Now I’m going to smile about it every time I pass by that Mueller.

Also, I mentioned I found Milo’s Tea, right? That’s brewed in the town where I lived as a kid. Same water supply.

You just have to seek it out.

Friday / memories / photo — Comments Off on Melts in your mouth, not in your … yeah right
5
Aug 16

Melts in your mouth, not in your … yeah right

Why is it that when I eat M&Ms it always looks like I just slapped The Joker?

That company has been lying to me all of my life.

Now, of course, I’m just a fully grown person trying to figure this out. I’m sure it was much funnier and more charming when I was a child.

cycling / Indiana / memories / Monday / photo — Comments Off on Happy Fourth
4
Jul 16

Happy Fourth

On Saturday we took a long ride. We went through downtown, alongside a creek, through a park, on roads that start with the word “Old” and to a town in the next county above us. Also, we went directly by the local driving school which seemed a dodgy proposition after you thought about it a bit. This was a 56-mile ride where we climbed 2,600 feet or 1,800, depending on which app you like.

I’ve grown skeptical of all of them, though. I think I’m going much faster than their speeds would suggest, he said, while elevating his chin and using a sidelong stare to indicate he’s joking and he’s actually quite slow on a bicycle.

We went by this on our ride. You wonder what all has been stored in there over the years, and how many kids climbed over all that stuff, and what they thought about it:

I always loved places like that as a kid. Oh, I could go climb over it now. But I’d hurt myself. And I’d be “trespassing.”

Whatever, lawman.

I think about the most random things when I am riding or running. I tell stories to myself and make up great jokes to write down and I forget all most all of them soon after. Most of them were brilliant, though. Except for my forgetfulness, which is probably just brought on by being out of breath as I ride.

Like this, I took a picture of this sign and car lot for some reason. It was hilarious in my mind. And if I could tell you the joke you’d think it was mildly amusing, too. But that was Saturday and this is Monday and I have forgotten it already:

Just look at all of those bargains!

What do you figure the point of that one part of the fire department is:

If you built that just to have the longest fireman pole slide in three counties … well, that would seem odd. And I didn’t notice it as I pedaled by — it was uphill, mind you — but that looks sort of like a watch platform or a diving board or something on the top. or perhaps it is the world’s most optimistic rain break.

Nothing fancy for the Fourth this year. It just felt like a good day to stay in. We celebrated with a patriotic and colorful dessert:

So that’ll go in the archive, which has grown quite historic. And large:

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