Samford


10
Apr 13

SSCA, Day One

We managed an early morning ride before heading into the conference this afternoon. Here are a few combined pictures:

collage

We climbed out of the neighborhood, went down the side of the hill and turned into another, older neighborhood. We climbed up some easy little hills and I was thinking The Yankee would decide she didn’t like this route. We hit a four-way stop. Across from us two gentlemen were painting S-T-O-P on the asphalt under gray skies. We turned to the right. The road dropped out and then leveled off and we pedaled and pedaled and pedaled over a long stretch of flat ground until we found that Road Closed sign.

This was, I think, exactly how far the glaciers got during the last ice age. If there were any soil experts around I would have asked them. I’m sure there is some sort of evidence in the earth.

So we turned around and went back through the flat part, paced a post office truck and back up the first of the little hills and breezed through the intersection.

Yankee

We discovered that the return part of that old neighborhood was an even easier ride going back and then climbed back toward where we started out. It was a short ride, but the air was pleasant and the roads were nice and it was good to be outside.

This was doubly nice since we checked in at our hotel, walked to the nearby conference hotel and committed ourselves to several days of indoors activities.

At the conference: My position this year as program chair of the political communication division requires that I also sit on the Southern States Communication Association’s executive council, so I had the good fortune to take part in that late-afternoon meeting. Felt like a faculty meeting in a lot of ways. People talked, they read, jokes were made, votes were had. Agenda items were dealt with in an executive fashion.

We adjourned and I found The Yankee and we met up with many of our friends. Brian from Texas was there, as were Barry and Melissa from Alabama and then Darrell from Texas, too. We talked down the street to a fairly upscale little restaurant called Quattro. The waiter somehow quickly ascertained that we were in town on business and politely announced he did not care. This was not his first day on the job.

We ordered. I picked the most common thing I could find. When the food came. Well, most of it. Mine did not. I made the international symbol for “I’m hungry too,” which is a pouty face. The waiter says “Oh crap!” He looks down at his pad, which instantly makes you wonder if your order was actually placed. He disappeared and returned with my plate. It was a plate of something. It could have been mine. This was a place with a slightly pretentious menu, so what I ordered might have been this, or perhaps something the next table got.

It was good, either way. No one else had complaints.

And, instantly, the jokes of the conference became “Kenny isn’t here” and “Too bad Kenny couldn’t see this.”

This will be a good joke. I just wish it didn’t happen two hours after we arrived.

Tomorrow the conference begins in earnest. I have another executive council meeting first thing and then a panel session to take part in. There will also be many sessions to hear and elbows to rub. It will be a busy day.

Here, then, are a few more pictures from our morning ride:

collage

Things to read: Why paywalls are scary:

The case for paywalls would seem to be compelling: Stanch the decline in print circulation, get paid for producing valuable local content and tap into a fresh source of sorely needed revenue at a time advertising sales continue to shrink.

All good? Not necessarily. The reason to worry about paywalls is that they severely limit the prospects of developing a wider audience for newspapers at a time publishers need – more than ever – to attract readers among the digitally native generations that represent a growing proportion of the adult population.

Alan Mutter there is always thoughtful reading.

Study: Hyperlocal demand driven by mobile devices:

Demand for hyperlocal content is being driven by increased usage of mobile devices according to a study conducted by the National Endowment for Science, Technology and the Arts (Nesta) charitable foundation.

[…]

“Both the reach and the consumption of hyperlocal content has been accelerated by smartphones,” Jon Kingsbury, Nesta’s programme director for creative economy, told Journalism.co.uk.

Stop back by tomorrow. There will be more fun things thing, I’m sure.


8
Apr 13

Ziggy’s not so sure

I watched one of the lesser Quantum Leaps late last night.

This is 8 1/2 Months, the one where Sam is about to deliver a baby with the help of a kindly old doctor. I don’t remember this episode. I’m trying to imagine the pitch at the creative table. “Let’s see what the imaging chamber does with vastly different biology. And spice it up with an Oklahoma dirt version of Steel Magnolias!”

There’s a poor man’s Susan Sarandon, a poor man’s Olympia Dukakis and more ’50s “I hear tell she ain’t got no horse sense” vernacular than you can shake a colorblind cat at. The best part is when Al, Sam’s faithful friend in the future who appears in the form of a hologram who serves as his guide, shows up. This is the actual dialog.

Sam: “I can’t have a baby!”

Al: “I know, but Ziggy’s not so sure.”

Computers.

Also, the baby, in utero in the 21st century, is bonding with Sam in 1955. Not everything in the third season was genius.

The great Anne Haney guest stars. Because this is the 1950s she is there trying to coax Sam into giving up the baby so that it can be sent off to some quiet home that is better suited for it than an 18-year-old girl, or a middle-aged, time-traveling, brilliant-scientist-with-an-amnesia problem. Haney’s character could not close the deal though, because Sam has been operating all this time that he’s leaping into these lives to put right what once went wrong. It wasn’t for a few more seasons that we realized he was dead. And these must just be really excitable neurons firing off at the end.

Imagine if there had been popular message boards around when this TV show was on the air. Or if JJ Abrams was involved.

If/when they re-launch this series, I’d watch this episode again. I’d sit through it, I’m saying, but only if JJ Abrams isn’t around to make the foggy mist from the trees turn into the evil alien that is ready to fell us all, and also, there is a massive conspiracy that only Al can uncover, if he doesn’t get unplugged.

I hate relaunches.

Anyway, Anne Haney would get her revenge. She showed up again eight months later (in realtime) as a different character set in Arkansas two years earlier (the drought episode). This made sense on Quantum Leap and quite possibly nowhere else.

And then, finally, after we’d met the father-to-be — he worked for Sam’s dad in the oil fields, but was going off to college in the fall, he was all “I’d want no baby!” — we have the moment of truth. At the pitch table with the writers this was great. “OK, then we’ll have Sam go through all seven stages of grief to acceptance. It’ll be a comical ride from the front door of the hospital into the delivery room. And we’ll show stirrups again! And then Sam, who is intent on keeping this baby, will finally be resistant about having the baby, because, you know, he’s got boy parts, except he’s a woman in this episode.”

And someone says “Wait. He — ”

And then the first guy again, says “They’re watching NBC. They’ll go along with it.

“Oh, yeah. Right.”

Now Al pops back into the delivery room to tell us that the baby has disappeared in the future. Sam is in stirrups in the past. Puuuuush!

The doctor, played by Parley Baer, who is a poor man’s Barnard Hughes, who played the curmudgeonly old doctor in Doc Hollywood, says “I see a head … ”

And Sam leaps.

I plugged Hughes, who has 101 titles on IMDB and Baer, who has 270 titles, into the Oracle of Bacon. They have at least five different one-step-removed connections from one another, including Coreys Haim and Feldman. Why either of them felt the need to work after that, I don’t know.

The gentleman that cuts my hair some times remembers me better than other times. He sees a lot of folks, of course. Today was one of those days where it all clicked. He remembered I taught journalism and wanted to know what I thought of “that Selena woman.” You know how you can change the subject when something like that comes up? “Fox News!”

So we talked about something going on in the Aurora shooting case, where a reporter is refusing a judge’s orders and may be going to jail. We did not have to talk about that Selena woman. Just as well.

(My answer would have been “I was never that strong of a creative writer, and so I am not really the best person to ask.” Because when everyone else is saying everything there is to say about a particular topic, what’s the point?)

So I left with a nice new hairstyle and we talked about photography in class this afternoon.

I have to pack a bag. Here, have some things to read.

How mobile has changed daily news consumption and why you need to understand it:

Mobile devices have extended the time frame during which publishers need to pay attention to the content they are putting in front of consumers, but it has also massively increased the complexity of news consumption throughout the day. That makes delivering the right content in the right way at the right time far more challenging.

If you are in the communication business and you aren’t by now paying attention to mobile growth I’m not sure what will convince you.

Journalism’s decline boosts j-schools

“There is something new to learn [at journalism schools] for the first time since the advent of broadcast journalism in the 1950s,” said Steve Shepard, founding dean of CUNY’s school, which enrolled its first class in 2006. “And it’s much harder to learn it on the job—if you can get a job—because there’s much less mentoring going on compared to my day.”

[…]

Professors acknowledge that they’re sending students out into a tough, unpredictable environment, but say that is part of their education.

Master a skill set, learn more about another one. Consider a double major. Redouble your best writing and editing efforts. Realize the first job probably isn’t going to be The Job. Show them what you have and demonstrate your potential. Work hard. Do good work. Build your portfolio.

That’s the way of it.

Press angry over Obama’s lack of access:

Newspapers and reporters are being left out of the equation, even such established publications like The New York Times and The Washington Post.

Reider reports that Obama “has turned to regional reporters and TV celebrities who are less likely to challenge him.” Obama’s go-to interviewer is Steve Kroft of “60 Minutes” who in January conducted an interview with Obama and Hilary Clinton. The interview was heavily criticized as being “soft.” This is the complaint of many of Obama’s interviews. He is effectively bypassing reporters who ask the tough questions.

First of all, that’s a poor headline. President Obama is accessing things just fine. He’s just not giving the press corps the time of day.

Second, not many people in that particular room are asking “tough questions” these days when they do have the opportunity.

You can look at that in one of two ways. You could scream “Libruhl meeeedia!” Or you might consider that these people are on edge because a.) they have a job to do and b.) when the time comes to talk to someone more important than poor Jay Carney they are chilled because they don’t want to be shut out in the future because c.) see part a.

Also, the president has his audience, he has an embarrassment of riches of media that aren’t in the White House press corps that are just thrilled to have him on the Morning Zoo. And the president also has a communication office that can these days speak directly to his constituency. He doesn’t need the media right now.

That’s the same thing I’ve been saying about athletic departments for four years now, by the way. If you have a devoted following and the tools to go directly to them, sans filter, you’re going to take advantage of that opportunity. The journalists tasked with covering that particular beat are going to be marginalized.

I don’t like it. (It is fraught with danger.) I just see it.

Peektures. Margaret Thatcher came to Samford during the university’s 150th anniversary. She’s here with then-president Thomas Corts.

They are standing in front of the library and Dr. Corts appears to be point out some feature of the administration building, Samford Hall.

I wonder what she was thinking.

How did we get into space and the moon? Really big ladders, of course. And, also, a tall chalkboard.


5
Apr 13

“Even though we’re presidents, can we still hug?”

Late in the day, just before the sun gives way to dusk. My shoulder has been bothering me a bit this week, and so I found the opportunity to treat it with the foam roller, where you take a hard piece of cylindrical as big as a small melon and roll it between your body and the floor, using your mass as the therapeutic engine. (Even though doing so with shoulders can be tricky, because you are not, under pain of all holistic devices, supposed to use the foam roller on bone. And your shoulder has lots of those.)

Allie grew indignant. Because I was in her sun. So I scooted over two feet.

Allie

So everything here is fine this lovely day.

I spent the day reading news and students’ work and grading things and writing stuff. I got in a little time on the bicycle, too, feeling like I was going nowhere fast until I would glance down at my computer and see that I was pulling off a remarkable (for me) pace. I have many questions I need to ask of someone who knows things about bikes and gears and pace.

We listened to the Auburn baseball game — they beat somebody! — over the app on my phone. I pretended like it was an AM feed, and that there was constant bleed from nearby stations. In my mind it was a gospel station, a bit of sermon, a bit of choir, mixed with a station blaring Jerry Lee Lewis and the occasional crackle of someone broadcasting farm reports.

Pretty sure I’m the only 30-something in the 21st century imagining things like that.

Anyway, Auburn downed Texas A&M 6-4 in 10 innings. All of the things that have happened to that team didn’t happen tonight. All of the things they’ve been waiting for finally showed up. On the season they are stranding eight runners a game and have lost four by two runs or less, plating people being the big problem so far this year. No wonder teams say they take it one game at a time. You’d go mad trying to find reason in the aggregate.

But, tonight, they are 18-12, 2-8, and could win a conference series on a Saturday.

One of my students shared this, President Obama meeting Kid President. It is a great tour of the Oval Office, and a nice moment all politics aside. Boy meets hero! Hero shares time and message! Everyone is thrilled!

Also, there’s the Emancipation Proclamation, just hanging on the wall. Remarkable.

“Even though we’re presidents, can we still hug?” Great moment.

Have a great weekend!


1
Apr 13

A new thing

I have been playing with code. This will be a fun format for the occasional piece.

Here are the fruits of both my bike ride, figuring this out while I was struggling up a hill and taking pictures. I could talk about it, but it is all in the new Big Stories section.

I won’t use that often, but it does have some nice flexibility and really lends itself to long form essays. I like it. Seems to work well on the phone, too. What do you think?

I could write about other things, but aside from doing some work, watering a plant, riding my bike, taking those pictures, editing them and building that and doing some more work … well, that’s been pretty much my day.

Plus there are several words on the Big Stories page. Check it out.


25
Mar 13

Ode to flashmobs

We have half the grapes that we started the day with. And one less navel orange. Also, the leftover spaghetti from last night disappeared. And then I was full for about an hour. But white grapes only last so long and I had to talk myself out of an extra lunch. Miles on the bike speed up the metabolism, or so I tell myself, and I want to eat everything.

Strange since my energy was all over the place yesterday. I chased The Yankee around town, counting my second, third and fourth wind. These things should be more predictable, but yesterday I was left amazed at how I couldn’t find my legs to get over this hill, but soft-pedaled over the next one, with my legs feeling bored with it all. The body is an amazing thing, and a body on a bicycle is a curious miracle, all balance and whirring and swaying and moving forward. I’m not a good cyclist. Usually I do well just to stay upright. Balance and whirring and all that. At my best moments I’m either trying to make nice little circles with my feet or, if I’ve given up on that, I just try to make it all look casual. That’s also impossible.

But, 30 more miles yesterday, and I really need to start putting more miles back in. We got home just as the wind picked up. She’d forecast the afternoon perfectly. Meteorologists call her for input, or they should.

And now back to work today, the cold week of spring break is over, replaced by a cold regular week.

In class today we talked about films, which means a lot of clips of special effects. One of the students found a five minute EXPLOSIONGANZA of CGI that just melted everyone’s brains. Oh, for a few scenes of expository. Or even a Stallone quote.

When they talk about film they also talk about awards, which everyone loves except me, apparently. I’m fine with it. I did enjoy the Oscars poster someone showed off. It had the statue in the foreground surrounded by floating lines from memorable award winners. I saw this famous line and thought about adding in some running commentary — we’d recently talked about civil rights, the 50th anniversary of various events in Birmingham and across the south, how critical a time that was and how there is such a great museum just over the mountain — so bringing up In the Heat of the Night would have been perfect.

I decided against it. I’m not sure kids born in the 1990s would understand 1960s Mississippi and why all of this was so important. Even the television show was off the air by the time my oldest student was born. Sidney Poitier, though, he just gives you more every time you watch that quiet moment.

Everyone always remembers this, perhaps a cinematic first:

They filmed most of In the Heat of the Night in Illinois because of conditions in Mississippi. The country’s come a long way in those two generations.

There are two new things on Tumblr today. One is here. This is the other one.

I call that Tumblr page “Extra stuff in an extra place.” That is, perhaps, the most apt thing I’ve ever written.

And, finally, I’ve watched this twice now. It will be the best five minutes of your day on the web.

If you’ve never read the Wikipedia entry on Ode to Joy, you should.

Back to work for me, have a lovely evening you. See you tomorrow, when there will be more on Tumblr, more here, always more on Twitter, another Glomerata and who knows what else we can find.