Tuesday


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Feb 19

That time of night you get the tiniest bit introspective

I’ve had jobs where I got off work to go to another job. I’ve had roles where quitting time was at 3 p.m. At one place I’d done a full day’s work by noon. You can do the math on that. In another I had nights where I was still in the newsroom until 3 or even 4 a.m. In that case the tweet, above, might not have always be applicable after an 18-hour day. But you get the idea.

These days, I spend a few nights a week in the studio with students until they wrap up at 8. Every so often, like tonight, an unlucky soul will stick around and we’ll talk and, if they aren’t careful, they have to listen to me drone on and on. Tonight we chatted about the future and potential plans and goals. Hearing a student or two sharing those out loud, and trying to offer a little framework or encouragement around the ideas, is probably the best work of the day.

Also, we met this nice lady:

Please forgive the sound. I was just recording the interview off of a preview monitor in the control room while the actual conversation took place in the studio. Our reporter, and all-around ace-in-the-hole, Meredith Struewing got the newly crowned Miss Indiana University in for an early interview. She’s a theater major, Julia Klinestiver, and is apparently new to this whole pageant thing. She’s a sharp one, as you can tell, but she doesn’t take it too seriously:

It was neat to hear her talk about her project going into schools with Billy the Bard, and Meredith is going to be following her progress. We all sat and talked about that long after the studio lights had been turned off. It’s corny, but I’m listening to the two of them talk about the short term and it was enough to make you feel optimistic about the long term. They, and so many of their peers, have got such bright futures ahead of them, and that’ll benefit us all.

Those crowns, by the way, are apparently heavier than you’d think.

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19
Feb 19

You, too, can be a dance hall DJ

I promised you Presidents Hall yesterday. Here is Presidents Hall:

And the view from the front of the room:

Eighteen presidential portraits are on the walls. There’s enough room for a few more presidents. I wonder what they’ll do in 20 or 40 years when they run out of wall space. Anyway, all manner of events — learned expert presentations, luncheons, weddings and, this spring, the nursing school will have graduation ceremonies in there.

Some videos our students are making. This is a late night show. Dry, college humor, unaware central player. It’s a classic formula:

And when you are finished with the season premiere of Not Too Late, there’s also the most recent episode of the Bloomington Breakfast Club. You, too, can learn how to be a DJ:

The setup seemed the hardest part. It was a substantial load-in. And, she said, she spends almost all of her time and money in record stores. Right after tearing her gear down after this interview the DJ, who is a local, was leaving town for a cruise with Kesha. No big deal.

I wish I was going on a cruise. Tampa to the Bahamas in February? That’s not the worst choice one could make.


12
Feb 19

What are you going to take from today?

In the considerable series of incredible things that happens to each of us, even on a “normal day” something has to stand out. This evening I watched some television being produced, and then watched some other television at home. I saw highlights of two of my students calling a dramatic wrestling meet. I read about some promising medical breakthroughs. In no particular order, I did a little work, had a weird dream, ate lunch with my lovely bride laughed at a joke, made someone else laugh, learned something new, talked to a graduating senior about his upcoming plans, passed along some good news, recommended some people for scholarships and on and on and on.

But even on a normal-ish day, one thing or another is going to be the moment of the day. This, for me, is that moment:


5
Feb 19

We were somewhere in England …

I haven’t told this story in a while, so I may as well tell it again.

We were somewhere in England, see. I know precisely where we were, but it just seems to sound better that way. We were somewhere in England when someone took this picture:

We were in England, you see. And that was the first leg of a terrific multi-nation trip. And I was tired of taking pictures where you could see a lot of us and a little of what was going on behind us. Rather impulsively, for me, I went to a store that sold clothes and other odd things that people think are a good idea in the store and bought a selfie stick. A friend took the picture above. The picture I was taking looked like this:

Right now we’re discussing a vacation for this summer and starting to dive into the details of it. We’re planning a friend trip. And one of the selling points is, apparently, that I have a selfie stick.

Oh, sure, The Yankee made fun of it, but she quickly came to admit that it occasionally helps make better photos. She still makes fun of it.

Also, the selfie stick is pink.

(It was the only color the store had that day.)

(I told you it was impulsive.)


29
Jan 19

Send hot chocolate

It got cold, as promised. It is going to get colder, as promised. You’ll see. It is easy to notice the difference if you spend an entire day inside. It is one thing in the morning and the hammer part of a two-part cold front moved in during those 10-or-so hours. Overnight the anvil part of the cold front will be here. No one will be singing when the two collide.

One of the shows our students produced tonight invited a comedienne on. This was my favorite part:

There were about eight of us in the studio and she was doing this for television cameras and without the rest of the troupe she’s accustomed to. And she’s relatively new to comedy and none of this is easy. But she was game for it and that means a lot.

On the way out to the car I shot some footage and then I filed a report to the social media video networks:

The temperature fell another 10 degrees before I could actually upload that video. Think warm thoughts.

Under the very real possibility of -40 degree temperatures in the next 36 hours, the IU campus decided to cancel classes tomorrow. So no school. But campus isn’t closed. So some people, including some students, will still be working. And it will still be way down in the negatives. Think warm thoughts.

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