Nov 17

On the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, I have nothing

This is a store sign …

Specifically for a restaurant. Potbelly Sandwiches, to be exact. But when I see things like this I always think there’s an art form we haven’t explored yet. Shadow art exists, to be fair, and they even call it shadow art. You’d think that would be both obvious and maybe too ominous, but it exists.

Maybe this is isn’t about art, but about advertising. You could change your messaging without repainting your canvas.

Nov 17

The beautiful trouble of autumn, Part VIII

I’m in another, and surely, final, week of the local autumn observational complaint. You can’t make autumn stay, you can’t show off the season properly. I’m still trying to do it, even though it can’t be done. But I’m still trying.

More leaves are falling, the time is drawing nigh. But we’re not into the long dark season of winter’s discontent just yet.

There’s still a lot of color up in the air.

Nov 17

The beautiful trouble of autumn, Part III

About two weeks ago I wrote:

It seems like that time of year where you try to catalog the changing of the leaves, because they’re pretty, but because you want them to stay.

Well, this is most definitely that week. So let’s do that this week, let’s document autumn. These are all on campus, in the Dunn’s Woods, which was a 20-acre tract of land the university purchased in 1883 from Moses Fell Dunn, a local lawyer and landowner:

As the university shifted from its seminary roots to a liberal arts college, it was important to keep the original atmosphere. So campus officials were intent on keeping much of the woods. They used the phrase “preserving the sylvan nature” a lot in their campus plans. Because of that, a walk on campus shows a great abundance of native flora.

That was a good choice.

Oct 17

Happy Halloween

I was outside from the car to the building this morning, obviously. And I walked back outside from the building to the car at about 8:30 tonight. And in between I think I only even looked out one window, at one point, late in the afternoon. This is the little slice you see if you’re standing in our television studio:

It is a fancy space. You’re looking east there, so you have a great opportunity at about 9:30 to see some nice early sunlight and then at about 5:20, this time of year, you get this view in the evening. But that was the only view I had today. It was a fairly hectic day.

And I didn’t even see any kids begging for candy. Our neighborhood pretty much shuts down at 8 p.m., it seems. I saw one little clutch as I drove back into the top of the neighborhood, their bags bulging, their makeup running and their blood sugars already soaring, I think they were calling it a night.

So these were the costumes I saw today:

Another crew did our humble little news show this evening, as well:

So Halloween is over. I’m hiding the kids’ candy, you say. Bring on November, you say.

Give me April, I say.

Oct 17

Our domestic hierarchy of cold temperatures

We keep three blankets in the living room. Since there are two of us, two of them, the shaggy brown one and the shaggy white one, get used. Used to be that the cat wouldn’t touch them. We’d cover up, and she’d walk or stretch out on whatever parts of you that weren’t covered up. When it got cold last winter she found it in her heart to tolerate the brown blanket. And now she lays on it frequently. But she wouldn’t tolerate the white one in any way. And I think she came to ultimately like the brown blanket a bit.

As this winter draws near, I think she’s rethinking the white blanket:

But when it is cold, you get under any blanket you can and watch YouTube videos. Here are some now. These are shows my students shot tonight, the talk show:

And the news: