Thursday


8
May 25

And then it became our home

Two years ago today, at 12:14 p.m., I took this photo. It was one of those moments where your life begins to change.
That was when we saw this house for the first time.

It was the first one we looked at on our house-hunting visit. The one that the rest got judged against. And it was a hot market. The sellers had put up a few teaser photos on the weekend, a promo of the full listing to come on Monday. As we drove over we looked at the rest of the photos, which were great, if over-saturated. We called our realtor from the road and told him to add this one to the list. We were, I think, the second people in, but we were not the only ones that wanted it.

Somehow, we won the day.

You’d like to think of these as happy moments, but house shopping and waiting out bids is a special kind of tension. But the place, itself, is just as comfortable and relaxing as a home should be.


1
May 25

Into the ever-persistent wind

My in-person class wrapped up yesterday, but they still have a final to submit, and there will be plenty to read there. Meanwhile, my online class is going strong. While mindlessly washing dishes last night, I thoughtlessly made the mistake of counting up the number of things I have to read and score between now and the middle of the month. And, because it is mindless, I went ahead and tried to determine how many pages that will work out to.

About 650, but perhaps a few more.

So there is a lot of work to be done. Plus meetings and who knows what else that pops up.

Anyway, while I wait for things to get submitted, we got in a nice little bike ride this evening. Here’s me, and my shadow!

And here are some Angus we ran across.

And a red Angus for good measure.

Of course, I could be wrong. My cattle identification is a bit rusty. That was a 20th century skill of mine, and it was shaky even then.

In my freshman year of college I had an animal and dairy science class and breed ID was a part of the class. The professor had a carousel of slides that he showed us, let us study, and quizzed us on. I found that, for some species of different sorts it was easier to learn what was in the background of photos. Great for a quiz, absolutely useless in the field, of course. Then again, I’ve not been asked to identify a breed of farm animal professionally since my internship ended … several presidential administrations ago.

Anyway, these are the things I had time to think about and remember on a windy out-and-back ride. I got dropped on the way out, fighting a bitterly persistent wind. My lovely bride is better in the wind, because she gets lower on her aero bars and I’m just a parachute. But then we turned around, enjoyed the tailwind and I pulled my wheels off the road.

I had a 38-mph sprint on one timed segment, days which I thought were behind me. And they are! But so was the wind!

There she is, in the final miles, after she caught back up, and riding into the sun. My ride back was 13 minutes faster than my ride out. She was faster, still.


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Apr 25

There’s always more, and never enough

I spent the full day grading outlines. This is a four-week assignment, and students are two weeks in. The first stage is picking some sort of social media platform. The second stage, which they finished Monday, involves observing and coding the platform. The third stage, which is due in a few weeks, is a rough draft of the audit they are tasked to do. The final is due three weeks form now. It’s a good project. My job is to provide feedback that helps them along the way.

Also, I have something like 67 of these to work through.

It is time intensive, however. The need to offer specific, stylized, feedback means this took Tuesday, today, and also part of tomorrow.

Also, it is the project that launches a thousand emails. Month-long projects can do that.

I did call it a day just in time for an early evening bike ride. I went out a road named after neighborhoods which are named after plantations. I descended down a big hill named after a local 18th century farmer. The hill drops into town, which I pedaled out of after a quick mile, past the park, and the farms.

I went through the pastureland and wineries. And I soft-pedaled through two neighborhoods, just to get to 16 miles, to mostly make a complete ride before dinner. There will be more this weekend.

More rides this weekend. But also dinners. And probably more grading and feedback


10
Apr 25

Our backyard is becoming a colorful place

It seems I am forever grading things. Or in a meeting or performing the email ritual. Maybe those are the places this week is going. Who knows?

No, really. Who knows? I have no idea.

Anyway, things are shaping up nicely in the backyard. These were all photos from earlier this week.

Yes, it takes the first full week of April for things to turn neon green around here. It’s lovely, but much delayed.

I think this tree should flower all summer long. That’d be a delightful thing to see.

The camellias will. These guys are pretty amazing. They just sit alongside the house and do their thing. Asking for nothing, other than your attention.

And that bush deserves it. Maybe I’ll replace the email ritual with a shrubbery habit.


3
Apr 25

Talked on a panel today

In the midst of catching up with friends, I did speak on a policomm panel at SSCA today. The topic was the 2024 presidential election. I spoke a bit about about the campaign last fall.

Do you know that feeling where everyone at the table is a considerable expert, and most everyone else in the room is an expert, too, and someone looks at you and expects you to say something insightful? It was that feeling, for 75 minutes.

My main point was about how no one, pollsters, campaigns, media, really understand how things are evolving around us in terms of the modern election cycle and that’s going to eventually spawn some sort of reckoning. Also, I touched on how the Democrats changed their tone midway through their shortened run-up, and that might not have been a good thing for them, because they did not get the result they’d hoped for. This, by the way, is how analysis is done. Everyone else said much more thoughtful things than I did, I assure you.

We also got to remember Dr. Larry Powell, a friend and mentor to many of the people there, who passed away last summer. Powell was on my grad school committee, and my lovely bride’s, too. We met in that program, bonded over the lesser experiences there, but also over the genius of one of the giants of political communication. His was my favorite class in the curriculum. He was helpful, kind, patient and giving. He solved problems for me he probably didn’t have to, and he was able to do that with ease.

In 2013, he was the respondent in a session at a conference where she and I presented a co-authored paper. Powell offered everyone that presented “a gift” to signify their works. He worked his way through the presenters a Reagan reference for this presenter, an obscure thing for the next one, and so on. Finally, he came to us.

He pointed out that she and I met and cemented our friendship in his class. He noted that he served as advisor on both of our comps committees and now we are married.

“I think I’ve done enough,” he said.

Just a delightful man.

He’s the fourth of my grad school professors who has died.

Between the conference and our hotel is the berthing slip that is the home for the former USS Wisconsin, an Iowa-class battleship, which is now a museum ship. She put to sea in 1944, sailed the Pacific, in the Philippines and at the battles of Iwo Jima and Okinawa. During the Korean War, the Wisconsin was on duty again, then decomissioned. But a modernization project in the 1980s brought her back into active service, and took part in Operation Desert Storm in 1991, which was the end of a 14 year active duty life. The sailors of the Wisconsin helped their battle ship earn six battle stars for service in World War II and Korea, as well as a Navy Unit Commendation for service during the Gulf War. She’s been a museum ship now since then.

You can, in the middle of the night, walk pretty close to it. But you can approach most museums with relative ease. There are some active duty vessels, or soon-to-be ships, in the waters around Norfolk. The security around those would, I’m certain, be more stringent.

We had Korean friend chicken for lunch today. Everything we tried tasted great, and I’d go back for that again. For dinner we went to a place we visited on our first trip to Norfolk in 2009, the Freemason Abbey. Some places are worth visiting over the years.

Tomorrow, I’ll sit on a panel about mediated fandom, and see a lot of other great work, as well. Conferences are fun!