Samford


24
Mar 11

“Yee-haw Arkansas”*

Field trip day today. My students visited Hoffman Media, who publish 11 magazines from a cozy little office space here in town. During our visit the students met Phyllis Hoffman DePiano, the founder and her sons who help her run the place. We heard from advertising people, designers and an editor.

We also learned that the next big food thing is going to be chocolate-covered bacon. You’re welcome.

The students enjoyed their visit and learned a great deal about cover design and magazine publishing and when that was done we hit the road. The Yankee and I have a conference in Little Rock this weekend, and so we made the drive, tucked ourselves into a hotel just across the river.

Tomorrow we’ll attend sessions. She’ll chair one and I’ll be the respondent in a session. My job is to provide some unity among the papers and offer some constructive criticism on where the papers are. I’ve never done this before, should be fun.

Tonight I had my first banana pudding milkshake in Tupelo, which sounds a lot better than saying “We stopped off the interstate and had a sandwich at Chick-fil-A.”

We stopped off the interstate and had a sandwich at Chick-fil-A.

The ubiquity of fast food places is a blessing when you’re hungry, and a curse when you’re trying to say something about the South, or your travels or your general condition. But, on the other, other hand everyone can relate to Chick-fil-A, I guess.

So the milkshake was terrific. So good, in fact, that I didn’t even mind that I spilled a bit of it on myself.

OK, that’s a lie. Of course I minded. Spills are the worst part of gravity, but at least I was covered in something delicious.

Arkansas

* The first time I ever visited Arkansas, as a senior in high school we were driving across the Mississippi River, the state line when we heard Alan Jackson, who sounded like he was about three days into a two-day all-nighter say that in the most disconnected tone you could imagine. One of the only other things I remember about that particular drive was seeing the “Welcome to Arkansas — Home of President William Jefferson Clinton” full of birdshot. I’d make that drive a few dozen times in my year working in Little Rock. Tonight I remembered: central Arkansas is flat. I’m sure I’ll recall more in the daylight.


22
Mar 11

I have no quote for this space

Wrote a big long policy memo today. It was suggested we needed a new policy for a particular thing. The task fell to me. I eschewed the urge to write the thing in bullet points. Sometimes bullet points work very well. The aesthetic of bullet points is ruined, however, when the explanation that goes with the bullet runs onto a second line. And the problem with writing a policy on something or other is that they often run longer than one line.

So I started “Thou shalt not.”

Or I would have if I’d thought of it at the time.

Had lunch with Brian, where we enjoyed barbecue at Moe’s. We talked of home repair, website work and company trips. For example, did you know the new New York Times paywall, which is in effect in Canada and will soon go into effect in the United States with all of it’s many tiers — You want to talk about policy memos, how many did this plan take? — but the workaround has already been found.

They say there’s $40 or $50 million invested in this paywall, and it can be defeated by four lines of javascript:

That last bit gets at the issue: You can afford to let nerds game your system. You probably want them to game your system, because they (a) are unlikely to pay, (b) generate ad revenue, and (c) are more likely to share your content than most.

The danger is when it becomes easy for non-nerds to do it. And that’s the risk of any leaky paywall — the risk that you might calibrate the holes incorrectly and let too many of your would-be subscribers through. Something like NYTClean — or the many tools that will soon follow it — could be the kind of thing that tips the balance in a way that hurts the Times.

There are pluses and minuses to this system the New York Times is putting in place, as is the case with most anything. The more I read about it, though, the more I wonder where the $40-50 million went:

The full text of the article is still visible in the page source. And as I mentioned in responding to a commenter — and as is evident to anyone who can right-click on a page and choose “Inspect Element” — the overlay is nothing more than a little CSS and Javascript.

There has to be more to this, somewhere, or that just sounds borderline criminal.

So let’s review: you can use an applet, see a small amount per month for free or surf right in from Facebook or Twitter (@nytimes is an enabler) and the paper feels as if your eyes-to-ads will be worthwhile. You can simply click View–>Source and read it directly in the code. If you are the most faithful consumers, customers of the paper, you’ll be charged.

You couldn’t write that memo in bullet points. And it has the feel of a lot of memoists working through lots of drafts.

In the comments people are leaving even more suggested hacks. Information wants to be free. The readers seem to want it that way, too.

Today I learned that big moments in journalism include Jessica Simpson photographed in her underwear for a magazine cover, Brittney Spears pregnant and the Miley Cyrus photo shoot of ill-repute and Charlie Sheen’s contrived craziness.

I interjected with Watergate and the Pentagon papers, but was rebuffed by “Those things happened before we were born.” That’s the case for me too, of course, but apparently if it is older than you it doesn’t matter. And so with this as the platform for perspective, I chose the somewhat journalism-related death of Diana (the headline was hanging on the wall nearby), the introduction of color in the New York Times and so on.

So that was fun.

And then more office work and emails and phone calls and meetings and still more emails. It doesn’t seem like it should take the full day, but somehow it does. All good, gratifying, hopefully productive and hopefully useful. That’s what we all want out of a Tuesday, no?

May your Wednesday be equally gratifying.


21
Mar 11

The comps defense

The day has finally come to defend what I wrote a month ago. In fact, this day has come twice, but the previously scheduled meeting was canceled which was … inconvenient.

So it was rescheduled, and this was that day. I had to drive to Alabama, which you might know is more than a little commute. And I managed to do this behind every slow truck, 18-wheeler and septuagenarian who didn’t have anywhere important to be. Normally this isn’t a problem, but I had somewhere to be at a certain time, months in the making. And there were middle-of-nowhere two-lane roads to travel. Each time the road straightened out and the dotted lines gave me permission, another slow moving truck would come from the other direction.

This commute took ever second it should and a few more it shouldn’t have. I walked into the meeting where my adviser was on his phone, calling me. Later I heard a voicemail with myself in the background, which was unusual. But that would be hours later.

For almost two hours I was grilled on my comps answers. “Why did you write this? Why didn’t you write that? What would work better? What theory? Why this adjective?”

On and on it went, my brain already a little bit fried from the drive, the Mondayness of it all and this being the first day back from a week … not off, but a week with a lot less in it.

In the end the professors kicked me out of the room and voted on me. And now the comps are defended, I’m A.B.D. and can move on to the dissertation. This is good because I’ve been thinking and worrying over the comps since last Thanksgiving. You might remember I was supposed to take the comps in January, but those plans were snowed out. I’ve been living under this for a while. It will be nice to put this stuff behind me.

Cheese

I celebrated at Samford with dinner and grading.


9
Mar 11

Rainy and busy

Rain, lots of rain. Even the radar doesn’t know what to make of it. I tried to time my dinner in between storms and managed to get caught outside in the rain twice. Only one line had shown up on the radar. So that was just lovely. If you’d been standing outside for the last two or three days you’d find somewhere between five and eight inches of rain on your head, depending on your neighborhood.

Warning

Beware of falling exclamation points. They may strike you on the head, whereby you may then slip on a pile of bacon.

They think of everything on our campus, really they do.

Samford named a new athletic director today. He’s a Samford grad who’s coming home from Kentucky. The paper came out with a story on his appointment just as they held the official press conference. On the same front page you could see the women’s basketball team. They’d just won their conference tournament and secured their first berth in the NCAA tournament. Meanwhile, the debate team has won a top seed in the national debate tournament. Also, the mock trial team qualified for their national tournament. And the Brock School of Business named a new dean.

Been a nice week on campus.

Meetings with the boss, the editor-in-chief, the managing editor, the web editor today. Also phone calls with a person carrying the impressive title of operations manager. Another with a camera repair expert. And another chat with my dissertation advisor.

At lunch I read through Remini’s The House through World War II. At dinner I made my way through Korea and into the Eisenhower administration. He had an interesting one-paragraph final analysis of FDR through the prism of the 22nd amendment. I think he misreads Eisenhower a bit. (Or maybe my understanding does not comport with the esteemed historian. This is more probably the case.) It is a fine book, if you find yourself thinking about history or about the House of Representatives. And I know you do.

Curiously, though, I find I was more intrigued by earlier eras than what it has to offer for the second half of the 20th century. I’m sure it is a case of the untouchable mythology of some previous period when compared to the high water marks of Newt Gingrich and Tip O’Neill.

(O’Neill, by the way, served for the second longest period as House speaker, behind only Texas’ Sam Rayburn. The pictures of Mr. Sam, as they called him, don’t look right. To me he’ll always be James Gammon (at 34:08) or, in a pinch, James Gammon. That’s what you get watching made-for-television movies before you read about the real people. But reading about them is always more interesting than the screen version.)

Maybe I’m ready to move on to the next book, which was a gift so promising I moved it right to the top of the list. Maybe next week.

Which is Spring Break. Which is already booked solid. And that’s lovely, too.

That’s all for now. Check out the LOMO blog, which features a new update that dates back to the 1950s. I’ll have something else there tomorrow. Look for at least one thing on Tumblr tomorrow, too. And, of course, I’ll see you on Twitter as always.

Hope you have a great, productive, busy and dry Thursday!


8
Mar 11

Just two pictures

C130

C-130 on approach into Maxwell Air Force Base. This is shot from the hip, with my phone, on the interstate and not even looking at the screen. A moment later another one came in from a slightly different approach.

SamfordFlag

Samford flies this flag whenever their teams win. And the women’s basketball team won big, claiming the SoCon tournament title and their first ever appearance in the NCAA tournament. Good for them.