memories


10
Oct 12

Our new addition

The washing machine hit the spin cycle and made a weird, muted whirring noise. You grow accustomed to the sounds of your life and then the absence of those things, or their replacement by other noises, is startling.

Turns out the sound was one of failure. Broken, but trying, but accepting. At the end of the cycle I opened the washing machine and found the clothes clean, but still dripping. The missing sound was the one that represents the spin cycle. The new sound was one of “Meh.”

So I took the cover off the washing machine. I removed the drain valves and the motor. I found the coupler, which I replaced on this machine last year, was in working order. I also found some brown fluid under the frame.

We called appliance folks. This, they said, was a transmission issue. That’ll run you $500, parts and labor. And you need a special tool. And how old is your washer? You may as well buy a new one.

Well.

I have another washing machine. When we got married we just kept both sets of washers and dryers. So we plugged up my washer, which I bought second hand in 2000 for $1. I used it until 2010 or so and it has since sat patiently waiting. So we reinstalled it. Washed a load of clothes. There is a foot missing, so the balance is off and the spin cycle is violent. There was water, just a little, not a lot, coming from somewhere. I could not detect the where. But I also noticed that this one, too, was showing off some of the same brown transmission fluid. I’d thought connecting this one might give us a few months to save up some money, but figured we were now down to days.

The streak of broken things in this house — the air conditioning (twice), the refrigerator, the dishwasher (twice), the shower, three toilet repairs, the kitchen sink faucet, a broken and repaired washing machine and now two permanently retired — continues. It’d be funny if it wasn’t so expensive. That doesn’t include the new roof the previous owner put on as she put the house on the market (hail damage) or the many, many times Charter has been out to not fix the cable or a few smaller things. We’ve just started our third year in this house.

There are spirits, we joke. I think back on our first night in the house, standing on the top of a six-foot step ladder painting a high wall and shudder.

It is amazing we haven’t seriously hurt ourselves. Oh I grabbed a hot wire fixing the A/C. And Brian tried to help us figure out the first dishwasher problem and shocked himself. He also created a great electrical arc. We discovered, under there, a wire nut that had burned through itself. We’ve asked electricians about that, who don’t know how that could have happened.

Meanwhile, the local Sears is going out of business, so we bought a new washing machine.

washer

It doesn’t have the center post in the drum. It doesn’t have a transmission. It is actually very quiet. It has a digital timer telling you when the load will be completed. If it breaks it displays error messages. You are supposed to be able to call the tech support, hold the phone near the sensor and they can determine the problem. Yeah, I don’t believe that either. It plays a little song when the load is finished.

Page two of the manual says “For your safety, the information in this manual must be followed to minimize the risk of fire or explosion, electric shock, or to prevent property damage, injury to persons, or death.”

It has a stainless steel drum. It runs on an inverter direct drive motor, suggesting if I can turn it inside out I can indirectly drive the space-time continuum. There is also a child lock, which I presume is not meant to keep kids inside, and also SMARTRINSE, which is designed to save water, but wasted capital letters.

And in 20 or so years we’ll have recovered the money we would spend at a laundromat.

That’s mostly what we’ve been dealing with the last few days. I was on fall break on Monday and Tuesday. I decided to take those few days off from the blog as well. These are the first two days without at least something being published since April of 2005.

I’m fine with this decision.

More tomorrow.


1
Oct 12

We know these things because of the Internet

Allie would like to thank you for taking part in another successful Catember. The categories are archived in a reverse chronological order, but you might be interested in seeing three entire years of Catember joy. You would start right here.

She would never let on, but I think Allie likes being famous on the Internet. She pretends to be annoyed by some of the cameras — the iPhone in particular, though she is very patient with DSLRs — but she is very proud of the attention. So when I told her this weekend that Catember was almost over — she’s a cat, she doesn’t read calendars — she was a bit sad:

Allie

Cats are tough, though. She’ll bounce back soon.

Something new is the Alabama Media Group, which is launching this week. There is a lot of criticism in the fall air, but some people have to do that so they can later point out they’ve been screaming the loudest. This is largely untrodden ground that the people at AMG are walking, but I know those folks at al.com and many of the people at the three papers that are used to producing the old daily miracle. Give them a bit of time and they’ll do some impressive work.

So it is a big week in local news. First, on college campuses everywhere, the Clery Act reports are due.

Can The Boston Globe and MIT hack the future of news together? Maybe for them. But I have this growing suspicion that these answers will all be locally customized:

“In the long term, maybe we’ll come up with something that will matter to the organization, to the bottom line,” he said. “In the short term, it’s just really cool to have these cool ideas floating around.”

Marstall said his goal is to have experimental modules that readers can play with on Boston.com and provide feedback to the Globe Lab. The lab was created for the purpose of exploring ideas that could be transformed into products for the Globe, or tools that could be helpful in reporting, Marstall said. The additional manpower, and brainpower, provided by MIT, will accelerate that, he said.

The reason a handful of news organizations have created their own research and development labs is to have people working on new ideas outside of the day-to-day business concerns of journalism, Moriarty said.

Seems like Jeff Moriarty, vice president of digital products at the Globe, agrees, doesn’t it?

Pew: After email, getting news is the most popular activity on smartphones, tablets Why are tablets good? These findings:

Another key finding: Almost one-third of people who acquire tablets find themselves reading more news from more sources than before.

What they’re reading is also interesting. Almost three-fourths of tablet news readers consumed in-depth news articles at least sometimes, with 19 percent saying they do so daily.

Here are the revenue notes, from that same Pew study.

I tell students you don’t write question leads or question headlines. Only very, very occasionally, I say, are they appropriate. Here might be an example: Are we already in a recession?

Most of the time and for most people, the difference between no growth and contraction probably doesn’t mean that much. However, we are in a much different situation now than we were in 2007. The Federal Reserve has more or less gone all in with its open-ended quantitative easing. The government’s fiscal mechanism is paralyzed and a large portion of the electorate has no appetite for further fiscal stimulus. If the American economy were to go into a so-called “double-dip” recession the government would be especially hard-pressed to drag us out. It would be a huge blow to the nation’s confidence and would lead to shrinking government revenues and further net job loss in both the public and private sectors.

For those reasons, it’s more than a little frightening that we’re seeing a spate of depressing numbers that could signal a recession on the horizon — or that one is already here.

Read the whole thing.

I mentioned the other day how an old online friend popped up on Twitter out of the blue last week.

The Internet is a lovely thing, really. Tonight I’ve been chatting with a guy I used to play soccer with. He was a defender, probably the fastest guy I played with, who had the natural ability that comes with working really hard at something. We played with a few very gifted guys, but he made himself as good or better than all of them. He was never afraid of work that was hard or to put in the time to make something good.

Good guy. We grew up together. We avoided trouble together. We probably caused some, too. Here’s a grainy and bad picture of an OK picture. This is some birthday of mine, probably 12, I’d guess.

Dave

We were at a restaurant called China Doll. For my birthday, and by then I’d gotten to that awkward feeling of people giving me presents, he gave me a knife he found in a scabbard he’d made. It was a very nice and thoughtful gift.

We lost touch somewhere just after high school, which is one of those small things that shouldn’t happen, but now he’s popped up on Facebook.

He’s got a beautiful wife and a handsome son. He’s in Afghanistan and, for him, that seems just about perfect. (Told him I was teaching journalism. He said he’d always thought I would have made a great comedian.)

I see his pictures and he looks exactly the same, just a little more intense. There’s a picture of him and his mother on there that I could write full essays about.

He’s got plans to open a paradise resort, hopefully some time next year after he rotates out. Told him I’d swing by and help him hammer things.

Hey, I can bend nails in paradise, too.


21
Sep 12

College town atmosphere

Last week we saw a tiger. Some weeks we go see the raptors fly. There’s not much to beat a college town during the fall, and precious few are as great as Auburn. The town is full of great atmosphere, and the night before a game you can feel the buzz work its way under your skin. Every small town has their wonderful and unique personalities. We get that plus lots of visitors and lots of athletics. The fall is a special time.

These are the football gameday buttons from last week:

spirit

This week’s say Sad Hatter, in honor of LSU’s Les Miles, who has been dubbed a mad hatter. See? Wordplay.

There’s also the joke about LSU fans and corn dogs. Four years ago I saw this as we walked into the stadium:

corn dog

Tonight, though, while dining out with a friend who’s returned to town for the weekend we saw this creation from Dr. Magical Balloons at Niffer’s:

spirit

Jeremy wrote about this tonight. Already it is the third return on Google when searching “Balloon guy Auburn, AL.”

A few more examples of his work can be found here and here and here. Someday I’ll shoot a video interview with him. “Recreate your most unusual request. Fastest trick in your bag. Can we play stump the balloonist?”

What would stump a balloon bender?


19
Sep 12

A birthday

us

Pretty as ever, and we got to celebrate with ice cream cake.

(This picture is from another great day, this one in the woods in Washington state, as we worked our way up to Mount St. Helens last year.)


18
Sep 12

Nuts

Today in class we discussed media literacy, and the value of reading about the world around us, as citizens and as journalists. Before that I gave the class the hardest current events quiz ever assembled. That got their attention.

This evening I went to Lowe’s, because I needed to examine door locks, but also find a few screws and nuts for tripods. This was an hour poorly spent.

I wrote about it on Twitter, and that got the Lowe’s staffer on OMG alert to ask me to write them an email. So I did:

I was in this evening trying to find some particularly sized nuts and bolts. A woman stocking shelves there did try to help me for a moment, beyond her normal role of putting boxes in particular places and kicking loose screws under the shelving.

I’m in those sliding drawers looking for the right metric sizes — hex screws I could find, the corresponding nuts were nowhere to be found. She looked with me for a moment, noting this section is hard to keep straight and organized. “People stealing,” she said. I found 106 trays for potential options of screws of varying dimensions and lengths. There were 13 trays for potential nuts, though none of the size my project needs.

This was a good half hour into the search. Not one red-vested person passed by, other than the shelf-stocking woman whom I approached.

I decided I’d buy what I need online, less aggravation, and skip the electronic door lock project I had all together. Who needs this much frustration in one trip?

I know you hear this stuff all the time, and whomever reads this can only do so much beyond empathize a little. I hope this next part you’ll keep close to heart and kick up stairs:

You’re kidding yourselves if you think this sort of experience is unique to that one store. You’re kidding yourselves if you think people don’t notice. You read these sorts of things all day, don’t you?

This was, perhaps, too on the nose, but they wrote back to say they needed my contact information to fix this. No they don’t. My mailing address won’t solve this problem. Though it would allow them to send me a little gift card, which is a thoughtful bribe, but I’d rather they try to address the problem.

I don’t know why you don’t have someone standing near the exit door, asking the people who leave empty handed why they couldn’t find what they needed. No one goes to Lowe’s or Home Depot to just look around.

They certainly wouldn’t do it more than once.

I had barbecue for dinner, though, and started a new book, so that was grand. Now I’m watching the student-journalists at The Crimson put their paper to bed. It is a fine night. It is 65 degrees outside and nice in here, but already some of them are bundling up. They don’t yet have an idea of how cold it can get in the newsroom.

One day I’ll have to tell them about the studio where I once worked that was so cold you could barely type. Or about standing outside on a cold, gray off day, trying to figure out why stomping my feet didn’t generate any warmth or feeling in my toes before watching a kid escape from a house where he was being held hostage. Or about being tear gassed on a frigid winter evening while covering a stupid protest (as in, not even a well-respected one) downtown. A coolish newsroom isn’t so bad.

I’d rather do all of those things than spend time in a big box hardware store, though.