Today on Talbird Circle, just off the quad, this was hanging over passing students:
I love the spring, the variable of the local weather. It looks like England one day and the Caribbean the next. We can have 40 degree swings. Pollen makes every car look like a school bus. It seems too warm for March, but then, hey, it is March. And spring is just 14 minutes away.
A couple of meetings today. Some reading and critiquing the paper. There was even a little grading. I made good time getting off campus, covering some of the distance in the lingering daylight. As I closed the garage door at home the rain came. It was a day of good timing like that. One person left as another person came along. Everyone I needed to run into I ran into while I was looking for them.
The signs are everywhere — the signs of crossover. We’re not there yet, but publishers are starting to sense that the time when their business models become more about digital and less about print gets closer every day.
Since the web’s dawn, publishers have lived in a mainly print/somewhat digital world. We’re on the brink of a heavily digital/somewhat print world. The difference means hundreds of billions of dollars, euros, pounds, and yen to content creators and distributors. Get it right, and you win the prize: America’s Next Top (Business) Model.
This is a story from last year, but it is making its way back around today. It is a cute read. Maybe the best part is that a reporter pretended to try to interview a pigeon.
I’m going to pedal around the county and collect pictures of all of the historic markers. That should be a few days of riding and weeks worth of pictures. There’s even an interactive map in the banner!
And now, the day that leaps. I hope you enjoy at least 25 percent of this video that explains the quadrennial correction:
And now for a truly creepy video:
The first version of that story, which I saw on television and haven’t yet discovered online, had the father irate. After which he confronted his family and, writing later (to Target, I think) admitted that he had not been up-to-date on the details of his home. That wouldn’t be an awkward or uncomfortable conversation, would it?
VisitedIntermark on a field trip today. This is the second year I’ve taken students there, and they do a great job. One of their account executives tells the class about the work he does. A public relations expert talks about her day. Two former internships who now have full time jobs there talk about their experience — they pitch to actual clients in their internships — and then there’s the social media talks. Media planning, the creative types and then the video production crews show off their work.
The students come away with an idea of what happens in a full service public relations and marketing shop. (It is an intro course.) Some people get a sense of what they might like to do; others may decide this isn’t for them. Someone asked about if they get discounts on car deals with the dealerships they promote.
I wanted to ride this morning, but Monday mornings race by and this morning needed to linger a bit. Besides, it had rained and … OK, maybe I didn’t want to ride this morning. I was a bit sore last night, actually, aching in places I haven’t in a good long while. And that’s probably the perfect reason to clip in.
Also I need to find out where the guy in the neon yellow jacket went yesterday. I turned onto one road behind him, met a cyclist heading the other direction and decided to overtake the guy in the loud jacket.
What if the cyclist going the other way turned around? He should see me put this guy between us so he can, naturally, destroy me with ease, I thought.
And then I realized where I was.
I could pace and pass this guy, but I struggle on the next hill and he’ll get me back there. That would be embarrassing.
So I decided to close the distance, but not force the issue. At the next intersection, from about 40 yards back, I watched him turn left. When I made the intersection — going straight — I glanced after him but he was gone. That was impressive. Or he might be missing out there somewhere.
That was yesterday’s 32 mile ride. Today damp asphalt and things to do kept me inside.
Class today. The conversation was led by a group discussing online media. One of the guys was controlling every computer in the room and a low-orbit satellite from his iPad. He was a good choice for this topic and, as usual, it was a great job. I have very sharp students.
I’m also buried in a spreadsheet. And I have a stack of things to grade, a few more phone calls to make. I have plenty of school work to do. So this is brief.
Hopping aboard a bike, former Bogota, Colombia, Mayor Enrique Penalosa took a six-mile ride through the good, the bad and the ugly of Birmingham in advance of today’s Sustainable Smart Cities Conference.
After biking through depopulated portions of Titusville and Elyton, marred with abandoned and burned-out houses and grim housing developments, Penalosa was aghast.
“What I saw today was one of the most depressed areas I have ever seen,” he said.
He suggested that residents in the sparsely populated areas be bought out to make way for a “crazy” project
When a mayor of Bogota is telling you your business …
Romney recalled he was “probably 4 or something like that” the day of the Golden Jubilee, when three-quarters of a million people gathered to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the American automobile.
“My dad had a job being the grandmaster. They painted Woodward Ave. with gold paint,” Romney told a rapt Tea Party audience in the village of Milford Thursday night, reliving a moment of American industrial glory.
The Golden Jubilee described so vividly by Romney was indeed an epic moment in automotive lore. The parade included one of the last public appearances by an elderly Henry Ford.
And it took place June 1, 1946 — fully nine months before Romney was born.
I love false memory stories, and only partly because the earliest memory I can muster (and that’s a good word) is, when I describe it to my mother, something that can’t possibly have happened.
If Romney isn’t cynically pandering with the idea that no one would bother to cross-reference the dates, this is a simple mistake. Of course no mistake on the campaign trail is simple. And this story, which is far more likely Romney’s re-telling of a story he heard in his family his entire life, is probably just a planted memory. Sometimes you can’t win for losing.
So then why are there so many attempts to regulate it? Under the guises of piracy, privacy, pornography, predators, indecency, and security, not to mention censorship, tyranny, and civilization, governments from the U.S. to France to Germany to China to Iran to Canada — as well as the European Union and the United Nations — are trying to exert control over the internet.
Why? Is it not working? Is it presenting some new danger to society? Is it fundamentally operating any differently today than it was five or ten years ago? No, no, and no.
So why are governments so eager to claim authority over it? Why would legacy corporations, industries, and institutions egg them on? Because the net is working better than ever. Because they finally recognize how powerful it is and how disruptive it is to their power.
Jarvis was the president of Advance Internet during much of my time with the company.
Cards and flowers were left and candles were lit at the corner of Dean Road and Samford Ave. tonight in honor of a hero.
Johnny Richmond, affectionately known as Mr. Penny by students at Dean Road Elementary School where he worked for 37 years as a custodian and crossing guard, suffered a self-inflicted gunshot wound Monday morning, according to Auburn police. News outlets have backed off earlier reports that Richmond later died from his injuries, and as of 9 p.m. Monday list him as being on life support.
I wrote the next piece, the short, just-in-case bit of copy that you hope never has to run. Right now he’s hanging on. He’s seemingly one of those people that you can’t find anyone that has anything remotely to say about him. This is Mr. Penny:
Jeremy did that interview in 2011, after the community rallied to raise money to send him and his wife to the BCS National Championship game. We live in a great place.
I put about 39 markers on a custom map tonight. You have the name and then you must consult by LAT/LONG, postal address or by eyeballing a cross-referenced map, to place the marker. You enter the name. You get the next name, spend several moments researching the precise location — the idea being that if you went to the marker you would be at least within a pitching wedge of the actual location — and do it all over again. Do these three dozen more times. And then, somehow, ruin the entire effort. This is what I have to say to that:
Sometimes she sticks her tongue out and forgets, for a bit, to put it back in. We rush to grab a camera or a phone. She is reasonably tolerable of the camera, but you have to trick her a bit and be ready before you point.
The phone must come out of the pocket. The screen must be unlocked, the phone app accessed and that you have the flash set as the circumstance demands. If you can do all of that before the marginally inattentive cat starts noticing you, you can get two or three quick shots. If you put something in her face before you’re ready and then try to compose a masterpiece you’re going to be disappointed in your effort.
Baseball season is upon us. The hype video was found by Victoria Cumbow, with whom we have the regular Why I Love the Internet This Week joke:
Ike Pigott, former television reporter and Red Cross strategist, is now a spokesman at Alabama Power. He is famous for his ability to deliver an entire half of a presentation with his eyes closed, as he is simulating here. Pigott spoke in my class today, we filled one room with two classes worth of students and I believe we all learned something. I know I did.
He did not deliver his presentation with his eyes closed. Every other picture I have, however, suggests he has an awkward posture. And since everyone blinks …
Pigott was kind enough to discuss crisis communication and did so through the prism of strategy and social media. It was a great presentation, which you’d come to expect from a pro like him. As I said on Twitter, if you have the means, I highly recommend picking an Ike Pigott up.
Recruiting phone calls into the evening hours. “Have you heard about all the cool things this department does? And the interships our students routinely land? Did you know about our scholarship opportunities? What questions do you have that I can help you with?”
I like doing the recruiting phone calls. Most of the kids are interested in what you have to say, and they’re excited to get the phone call. You have to be careful about how many you make at one time. Somewhere around 25 phone calls in one evening you start to feel incredibly repetitious.
But the program at Samford does a nice job of selling itself. The are great opportunities behind the Samford gates. And then there are plenty of places in the city and across the region that have a high reputation, built of years of experience, with the quality of interns the program produces. Then they go out in the world and get really cool jobs, from coast to coast, in the NFL and national magazines and the Washington Post and big PR firms, or they start their own companies or work in huge churches and find incredible opportunities to take what they learned on campus and turn it into something they are passionate about.
And then there are the scholarships. So, really, it sells itself.
Still, you have to reach out and contact potential students. There will be a lot of that this week.
