Thursday


4
Oct 12

Charter Cable provides a poor service

We’ve lived here for 26 months. Lovely neighborhood. And most of it, when the appliances aren’t breaking — as the washing machine did again last night — has been a joy.

Except for the television, because Charter is really bad. Specifically Charter in Auburn, Alabama is just useless.

The punchline is that Knology, which is here, is equally droll. We called them last night for a quote because, 26 months y’all, and the guy on the phone couldn’t tell us the local channel listing.

But I now know what I can get in Augusta, Ga. I’m not kidding. The guy reads off the Augusta offerings, as if he’s going to roll a cable the 250 miles from there to here. Also, it would be $10 more a month. And when they came to town they managed to cut the cable, the actual physical cable, from Charter. So they’re competent. Direct TV, then. Mostly because Charter Cable in Auburn, Ala. is terrible.

Why is Charter in Auburn, Ala. bad? This system hasn’t worked right for more than two consecutive weeks without some obvious and widespread disruption.

They came along not too long after we moved in, one of the many feeble attempts Charter offered at fixing the problem and added another component to our living room. Because the previously existing tech wasn’t doing enough to stump them. This device, a tuning adapter, was designed to act in such a way so that they wouldn’t lose all of their ones and zeroes. This is like cable on demand. If I don’t dial up the channel, they clinch up the water hose. One presumes, then, when I finally cruise back over to HBO that there will be a gigantic WOOSH as hours or days of shows all flow through the now unrestricted cable directly into my television.

But this device is just part of the problem.

Part of the problem? Why, yes, the cable from Charter Cable of Auburn, Ala. is widespread. The technicians, no fewer than two dozen, but I stopped counting late last year, have all come in, bad mouthed the company, their colleagues and this new device. They’ve also replaced everything between the television and the hub — they even dug up the yard last year — and usually wondered aloud why the last guy didn’t do that.

That’s a standard company line at Charter Cable of Auburn, Ala. Pass the buck. Blame the other guy. Don’t fix it, not today.

So we had two guys in the house not two weeks ago. He replaced the last thing that hasn’t been replaced. “I’m surprised no one else has changed that connector.” Apparently it was showing its age and this piece would fix everything. Like every other person they plugged up their diagnostic machines, tested the signal and pronounced it great. They made a phone call, no doubt leaving a string of numbers and letters on the office voicemail because, really, they aren’t talking to anyone.

The cable worked for about 10 days, which may or may not be a record.

Earlier this week we had, and I counted 32 HD channels that couldn’t be reached. I stopped there because that was a string of 32 of 35 stations that I pay a premium price for. We called the the Charter Cable technician that left us his personal number on that last visit. He would, he said, be out on Wednesday.

He stood us up. You see? The technician works just as well as the cable of Charter Cable of Auburn!

We called and complained — and this was the phone call where I learned that I’ll never fight with my beautiful, lovely wife, because after an hour on the phone with that he’d earned the most impressive scolding you could imagine.

But we learned this: the billing department does not have a boss. Yet this is the only thing Charter Cable can get sent to the house.

So they sent out an engineer today. An engineer, which means another, different and taller technician. He doesn’t even work for Charter Cable of Auburn, but for a company with whom they contract.

He glances at the tuning adapter. The yellow light was blinking. And blinking, he said, was bad.

We looked at one another. For the two years or so since we’ve had the thing, we couldn’t recall it not blinking.

He returned to the office and gets new cable cards and new tuning adapters. He spent hours trying various combinations of cards and adapters. Finally he decided that the problem wasn’t the equipment. He too plugged up his diagnostic equipment and pronounced the signal within the accepted parameters. The problem, he said was beyond him.

So the engineer was stymied. His boss is coming out tomorrow.

The first question I’m going to ask him is how no one that works with Charter Cable of Auburn seems to know that blinking yellow lights are bad.

It is all quite laughable, or it would be without the bill and the poor service from Charter Cable. None of this is new to anyone who’s had this miserable experience. I’m just adding a bit to the Google returns. Informed consumers and all that.

And now, to cheer us all up, Mr. Rogers Goes to Congress:

Did you watch until the end? You should.


27
Sep 12

Critique day

Our regular critique of The Crimson was moved to this afternoon. Here is a big stack of newspapers:

Crimson

We had four pages in color. It was a 12-page paper today. We went through every one of those issues, just to see if we could find the typos in the same places in each copy. We did.

(Find the same errors. We did not go through every issue. We are thorough, but we have other responsibilities, too.)

You can read The Crimson here, of course.

And now, a few pictures. This is meant to reflect a full day of newspaper topics, email, meetings, text messages, library time and cleaning my office and is in no way designed to get us over 100 photos for the month. That is purely a happy coincidence.

(That total doesn’t even count Catember.)

This is the Davis Library at Samford. I visit there from time to time to enjoy the plush leather seats and the many books they have. And also access to scholarly topics. Yesterday I read through about 30 papers in here:

DavisLibrary

Here’s a side view. Every so often I catch the perfect moment of the afternoon. The sun is at this precise moment realizing it is no longer high and suddenly sinks far more rapidly. But first it sets that window on fire:

DavisLibrary

And, just a moment or two later, now looking to the west, here is the view of Hodges Chapel, with vinyl canopies going up for some Friday function:

Crimson

Samford does have a beautiful campus. I took these shots while playing with Picle. Audio! Video! On the iPhone! Together! With no editing-in-post! Drag and drop! And then I learned Picle doesn’t let you embed. That would be an oversight, guys. Embedding is important.

Anyway, here are a few quad shots taken while the carillon was playing the afternoon concert.

Lucky to go to work there.

Video of the carillon? Sure. I shot this in April:

Steve Knight, an amazing man, is the carillonneur.

A new photo found its way onto my Tumblr. And, of course, plenty more ramblings on Twitter.


20
Sep 12

The evolving journalism pedagogy

“The ‘fundamentals’ of anything are challenging simply because so much else rests on their shoulders,” wrote professor Chris Arnold. It works nicely with the popular line “I don’t teach software, I teach skills.” Professor Mindy McAdams went a step further this week in a Nieman Lab essay, imploring readers to train young journalists to be lifelong learners:

Most of them chose journalism because they like to write. Anything that involves HTML, CSS, code, or programming makes many of them almost shut down, shrink away, move toward the door. We have all kinds of challenges in journalism education, but this one is front and center, right now. It’s not just students’ avoidance of things perceived to be somehow math-related. It’s also:

Reluctance to spend time exploring something that doesn’t have an explicit or immediate payoff

Skepticism or negative attitude toward any task that’s not spelled out in detail

The tendency to give up and say “I can’t” or “I don’t know how”

Preoccupation with a process, such as writing, instead of with stories

This applies to storytelling as much as to technology. Any time a student says “You didn’t tell us we had to do that” in a conversation about a poor grade on a story, you’re hearing evidence of this challenge. The more students insist on explicit instructions, the further they are from independence.

You could do something by rote requirement of a class, but there’s no critical thinking there.

Students can thrive from learning how to evaluate which skills are best for any given story. (I’ve yet to have a sophomore intuitively understand how they might leverage the huge strength of their Facebook account for their journalism, for example.) They need to be encouraged to experiment with new tools. They must learn to overcome the fear of ruining sites or databases or equipment. (You aren’t inclined to tinker if tech intimidates you.) They have to learn how to discern which medium, methods and tools are the best for their particular story. When they do, you get independent thought and critical thinking.

None of these things involve just showing them what is useful here or there. Far better to help students realize those things themselves because a successful career requires a healthy curiosity to stay in the curve. The newsrooms from which they retire in 40 years won’t be anything like the first ones they’ll enter today, after all.

McAdams also mentions Ira Glass, who has some points worth digesting:

I try to encourage enthusiasm among students because it can carry over into their studies and work. Real education comes from understanding the joy of learning.

That’s pretty fundamental.

In other news I’m fighting muscle spasms around my shoulder again. I’ll be fully recovered in another month. And the pain will go away by Christmas, he said. I should have thought to ask the surgeon how long the spasms will last.

If you spend enough time on a heating pad you don’t have much to write about here. Go figure.

So this, a helpful cross section of the people representing us at the presidential conventions.

Clearly video and poking fun at them is the proper way to tell this story. Have a lovely evening.


13
Sep 12

High School Journalism Workshop

Each fall we host several hundred students from across the region for a day on the Samford campus. We bring in industry leaders, mix them with our faculty and try to give the high school students a day of fun and a little learning.

Here are a few pictures.

Dr. Dennis Jones talks about newspaper design:

workshop

Samford alumnae, and CBS 42 reporter, Kaitlin McCulley leads a large session on broadcast reporting:

workshop

Kyle Whitmire, who recently joined The Birmingham News and al.com, talks about online journalism to this group:

workshop

Samford’s senior photographer, Caroline Summers talks about digital photojournalism. (Naturally I take a shaky picture of this.)

workshop

Buddy Roberts of The Leeds News & St. Clair News-Aegis has a full house for his sports reporting session.

workshop

Birmingham News business reporter Marty Swant discusses intermediate reporting.

workshop

Finally, and joined in progress, here is Dr. Julie Williams, who leads a session on beginning writing. She illustrates her first point by making peanut butter sandwiches. The people in the session have to help her.

What you don’t see is their order to open the bread. She grabs the back and rips it apart, flinging the bread everywhere. They tell her to tear off a paper towel, and she pinches off a corner of one sheet.

I edited that on my phone, while walking from one building to the next. This technology still amazes me.

There were other sessions, but they were all opposite mine, so I could not visit them. I talked about building an organization, staffing the newsroom and the various challenges and successes you have in school newsrooms. It was so gripped my room stayed three extra minutes.


6
Sep 12

What do drills, churches and ice chests have in common?

Sounds you don’t want to hear at your surgeon’s office: an electric drill.

Not just a drill powering a bit pushing a screw through wood, but that screeching screw in a knot and the drill doesn’t have enough mustard to force it through sound of shrillness.

That was late today. One of the ortho’s assistants was impressed to note I was not in a brace, but it has been a while. She didn’t know the case. She did tell me to be careful climbing onto the examination bed, so maybe she did know the case.

Anyway, took another X-ray. The doctor asked me to raise my hand over my head, I can. He asked me to put my hand behind my head. I can. He said he was pleased with my progress and that I was making an excellent recovery.

I told him I’ve felt pretty good the last few days, at least when I don’t overdo it. I’m having muscle spasms, but we think that might be the driving.

He told me the pain will go away by Christmas.

In happier news, I work on a beautiful campus:

ReidChapel

That’s A. Hamilton Reid Chapel, which I’ve posted here a few times before. It was built in the image of the first Baptist church built in the Americas which was, apparently, in Rhode Island. You can see the resemblance.

The coolest science video you’ll see today, where a Stanford scientist explains how his team’s research is besting steroid-enhanced performance.

“What we can do” he says in the video, “by extracting heat from one hand, is we can dramatically improve performance.”

So we’re all re-purposing our ice chests this weekend, right?