Wednesday


7
Oct 26

I crashed my bike again

I’m fine.

Just a perfect, beautiful, lovely, chamber of commerce day. The sort of day you want all the time. The sort of day that you know is really a marker. The sort of day that will stick around, for a while, if you’re lucky. The sort of day you know isn’t going to last.

But I got ahead of things, and so I found a way to sneak outside and enjoy it for a whole hour.

I invited my lovely bride out for a bike ride, so that I could chase her for 45 minutes and then slowly drift away from her, which has been the way it has worked this year.

After the turnaround, and before I got dropped, I managed a few photographs. We totally posed this.

And here’s me saying goodbye to her, because, for most of the rest of the way, she would be in the distance, and then gone, and I could just sit there and pedal into the wind with my thoughts and playing the rest of my week’s work out in my head. I wonder if I would go faster if I did that less. I wonder if I did that more I’d go slower, or if the work would be better. I didn’t have time to ask her, because soon after this, she was gone.

What happened next was, well, exactly what I said. The headwinds caught me, I sat up, started thinking about stuff and just casually pedaled my way home. I counted the vehicles that passed me dangerously. I’d just been thinking about how I’d gotten away from using that as a bit in class, and I should get back to that. Today, there was the commercial service van that almost hit The Yankee and gave me a little more room. Then there was the oversized black GMC pickup, which almost hit me, And then the white Chevy Silverado which almost clipped me while trying to save two seconds to immediately turn in front of me. I’m not sure why your two seconds are worth risking another person’s life, but that’s how it works.

Today, all of that happened within 36 minutes.

But the real fun was later! I completed much of the planned route, returned to the neighborhood, and then lost my back wheel. I felt it go to the right, felt me go to the left, and felt me hitting the ground. Heard myself saying “Ow! Ow!”

I landed on my surgically repaired shoulder, which is fine. I landed on my knee, which is scratched. I landed on my elbow and forearm, which has some nice road rash. For some reason I couldn’t get up in my bike shoes, so I kicked them off, and stood up, trying not to get a leg cramp at the same time. Looked around, surprised that no one saw this. Picked up my bike, where the left handlebar had gotten wedged beneath the top tube, the front wheel cranked all the way over. I couldn’t get undo that. Also, the handlebar was pushing the rear brake line, so the whole of my bike was shut down.

So I carried it, bleeding, the short distance home. I was very close.

Put my stuff away, inspected my helmet and was pleased to see I didn’t smack the ol’ noggin. I celebrated by hammering free the headset from the top tube, checked the wheels and the brakes, and then went inside.

Cleaned my wounds, took an angry, painful, shower. We did the first aid routine. Gauze, bandages, marveled that all of the bleeding parts are right on the bending parts of my limbs. So we made use of some ACE bandages. Then, I got ready to go to class.

Our department had an open house today, so the floor was filled with students. I tried to stay out of the way, hoping no one would bump into me. Already, I’m a bit sore, and that’ll become a problem tomorrow and Friday, but also, see above.

In class, I had to apologize for sitting sideways, because we mummified my leg. Also, I had to apologize for being delayed with grading a few papers. That was supposed to get done this afternoon, but the day got away from me, as you might imagine.

This class was about fan identity. I do this whole lecture through the lens of being an Auburn man. I make fun of Georgia. I discussed social identity theory, role identity, and identity fusion theory, which is my favorite of the bunch. I show this video, as an example of a shared experience. I show them where I was in the video.

They were a bit interested in that one, because it is surreal. And it was surreal. (Also, I think, it is why I don’t like being in crowds.)

I talk about Warren St. John’s Rammer Jammer, which has some incredible anecdotes about fan sacrifice. I show them videos of the viral Roll Tide Willie guy. Some of them know of him, but one of the local stations did a nice little profile package on him, and it is entirely different.

While it is playing I’m trying to count the number of people I know who are that guy. More than one. He looks like a caricature, but he’s a real guy. And since I’ve been asking them to think of fans as a client rather than as being a fan themselves, it seems important to give the guy a little understanding.

I show a terrific NFL hype video, which won’t embed here, but does allow me to point out roughly all of the positive things we’ve been talking about.

As a test, I showed this video. It doesn’t really get laughs. I don’t know why.

After I gave them my big Go Vote speech we got out a few minutes early.

I drove home, called my mom to tell her I got her grandfather’s pocket watch working. Missed a turn and wound up way off course before I figured it out. Every nondescript field looks the same in total darkness.

Got home and learned that I’d bled through the bandage on my elbow. Bled into a white shirt. I could feel it during class. Didn’t want to make a scene. All of that blood will come out of the shirt, though. And it’s an old shirt, so that’s not a problem. But, I need to figure out how to clean the elbow of my sport coat. And now I get to figure out how sore I’ll be tomorrow, how much more sore I’ll be on Friday, and what Saturday might feel like.


30
Sep 26

Coins from long ago and far away

My visit home last weekend led to seeing some old family treasures that, until recently, no one knew existed. A few notes, a newspaper clipping, some old photos, my grandparents’ high school diplomas and the like. All of this was stuffed into an old chocolate sampler box, neatly and carefully arranged in such a way that you could tell my grandmother had spend time with this. It would all only go back in the box in one particular way. The order of things almost as much a mystery as the contents. The box had been underneath this or that and was stumbled upon largely by accident, I’m told. You have to look through everything.

It’s funny, I have, for as long as I remember, wanted to discover something historically important. In my mind it, whatever it is, will be in a forgotten closet, tucked inside a box, under a blanket in an attic. It’ll be boring, the circumstance far outweighed by the relevance. I have always had this idea, I suppose. It has never occurred to me that what I’ve been imagining would be 75-year-old bits of paper that just fill in bits of the family story. It doesn’t need to be anything bigger than that, really. It had just never crossed my mind that that’s what it would be. It’s the thrill of finding the thing that is, well, thrilling.

Anyway, this was my mother’s discovery and she of course enjoyed seeing the old note cards that had verses her father used in his sermons. She enjoyed the little notes and of course the photos. But there was also a little felt pouch in that box, and inside that felt pouch there were some coins. We all liked that. I already showed you six mid-20th century Canadian pennies, but there were other coins, as well. Here they are now.

Canada made 8.6 million of these nickels. They are made of nickel. These may be worth six cents. They may be worth about 14 bucks.

But the ding above King George VI surely lowers the value here. The side with the bust of the king was designed by Thomas Humphrey Paget, an English designer and modeller. You can see his initials just below the king’s neck. He’d designed some sterling with King Edward’s likeness, but aside from a few test pieces it never made it into public hands before his abdication. He did other coins, too. including King Fasal II, of Iraq, and a Queen Elizabeth II for a commemorative Isle of Man issue in 1965. And though he died more than 50 years ago some of his work remains in circulation. He produced a likeness of the Duke of Edinburgh in 1970 that was used for a 2017 commemorative five pound coin.

The other side, the fun side, was designed by G. E. Kruger-Gray, who we learned about recently.

Small and inconsequential thing that it is, we’ve no idea why we have it. Someone brought back a Canadian nickel from somewhere and it’s been in this little bag inside a box for years and years.

That’s the case for this 1943 Newfoundland penny, as well. Now a Canadian province, of course, Newfoundland got self-government within the British Commonwealth in 1907. They held that until 1949, when they finally joined Canada. Lingering war and Depression effects helped motivate the move. Around the time this coin was struck about 322,000 people lived in Newfoundland and Labrador. The government commissioned 1.2 million of these pennies that year.

The side with the bust of George was designed by Percy Metcalfe, an artist and sculptor. He also designed a war memorial, and some important early 20th century pottery. He designed rupees for colonial India, the first coins for the Irish Free State in 1928. This crowned image of George figures into some civilian and military awards, and the flag of Malta. Metcalfe also designed the Great Seal of the Realm, and coins for Australia, Fiji, New Zealand, Iraq, Egypt, and more. It’s a full resume for a guy who spent part of the 1930s drawing car mascots. Some of his work was freshened up a bit and put on Euros in 2010.

The reverse side shows a pitcher plant in bloom. This was designed by Walter J. Newman. Born in London in 1909 to the son of a signmaker, he joined the British mint in 1927. He submitted this design to Newfoundland in 1938. He became the chief engraver of the Royal Mint in 1961, which was a chair apparently left vacant for more than a century prior. He worked on some important British medals, retiring in 1973. He died in 2001.

And this is a 1942 5 centesimi, an Italian nickel. The eagle is holding a fasces, from the Latin word fascis, meaning bundle. It is a bundle of wooden rods and, just seen here on the right, an axe. The fasces a symbol that pre-dates even the Romans, going back to the Etruscan civilization. It has generally been an image of the king’s power to punish his power, and later, a magistrate’s power and jurisdiction. The axe is an ancient Greek symbol. And if you’re wondering about the word fasces, yep. That’s the origin of the party name. Mussolini used the symbol, though 1942 was his last full year in national power.

Below the fasces is the crowned Shield of Savoy. It’s worn a bit on this coin, but the shield divides value at sides. The XX on the right is date in the fascist era. Below all of that is the name G Romagnoli. Giuseppe Romagnoli the engraver and medallist who made this thing. During his career in coin he also made currency for Albania and Somalia. He died in Rome in 1966.

On the other side of the coin is the rather worn likeness of Victor Emmanuel III, who ruled as king for the first 46 years of the 20th century. It was under his reign that Italy also colonized Libya, and annexed Trento and Trieste, completing the national unity of Italy. There was also the little problem with the growing Italian fascist movement.

The economy was weak, the people angry, and the voices stirring them up were virulent. (Stop me if you’ve heard this before.) After the National Fascist Party marched to Rome, the king appointed Mussolini as prime minister in 1922, and accepted the additional crowns of the Emperor of Ethiopia and the King of Albania in the 1930s. Italy got into World War II in 1940, and the king sacked Mussolini in 1943 when the Allies fought their way into Sicily, before signing an armistice in September of that year. He fled to a town in the boot heel of Italy after that. After the war he abdicated the throne to his son and soon went into exile in Egypt, where he died in 1947. In 2017, his remains were returned to rest in Italy. The Italians wanted nothing to do with monarcy. His son, Umberto II was the last king, serving for 34 days. He spent the rest of his life in exile in Portugal. Until 2002 no male descendant of the family was allowed on Italian soil.

And here’s the last one, a tax token issued by the state, starting in 1935. This one feels like a penny, but that wasn’t universal. Some of these tokens (not coins) were made of cardboard, metal, and other materials. A mill was equal to 1/10 cent.

This one seems to be made in 1937 or 1938. (The design varied pretty rapidly on these, which helps with identification.) They still use the unit as a property tax instrument, of course, but it’s just figured into your bill these days. This, which was worth half a penny, could be used to pay fractional taxes on smaller purchases. People would buy these separately and use them to pay a merchant the listed price and the amount of these that they needed for the price.

It was demonetized in 1948. They aren’t worth anything, really. You can pick them up by the handful in coin collector shops, apparently. I’ve never seen one before. I might need to try to pick some up sometime.

And that’s how it starts, I bet.

Except that’s how it ends. This is the end of the coins that were in a red velvet pouch in a small chocolate sampler box in the bottom of a stack of things in my grandparents house, a memory box found by chance and filled with family history.

In my organizational communication in sport class this evening we talked about storytelling. It seems a natural progression from branding, since we’re thinking of this from an organizational point of view. And after we’d talked about a couple of different styles of things, and a few different ways we might categorize people, I broke them into their franchise groups.

Each franchise had to analyze the players on their NFL fantasy types and organize them into the typologies we’d discussed earlier. At the end of class I had them present one of their players. I walked through all of the groups helping them figure it out, crystallize their thinking, questioning their choices and supporting their decisions. The premise was that Monday Night Football was coming to town and the show wanted the franchise’s help in figuring out who to feature in a pregame package. Each franchise had to pitch one guy, and explain why he’d be the right choice.

There are seven of these groups in the class. When everyone was ready, they each had to tell the room which one of the seven players would make for the best package. As the franchises discussed their choices I wrote down the names and details. And then came the nervy part. I’d just asked them to be their franchises and now I was asking them to imagine themselves as MNF producers. Let’s decide which of these seven suggestions would make for the best TV feature, and the winning pitch gets a few extra points.

But what if they don’t play along? (They always do.) I started reading the players names, asking for votes. But no one voted. First one player name, then two, and three. And I began to get nervous. By the time I named the fifth and six player maybe two hands had been raised for votes. When I said the seventh, final name, it was nearly unanimous. They’d played along after all. And, for what it was worth, I think they picked the right person for a feature story. Maybe that means I explained everything well during the lecture.

Next week we’ll start talking about fans.

This evening we tried a Mexican restaurant that’s right off campus. My lovely bride had a presentation to make and then a meeting and I had class and who wants to make food when you can walk one block and get what turned out to be some outstanding tacos al pastor? That was the first time we’d been to that place. I imagine we’ll go back.

I wonder if they can make change in old coins.


23
Sep 26

Woefully behind, branding

I have been given a memo making me aware that I am behind … the phrase the memo used was “woefully behind” in the site’s most popular weekly feature. I’m not sure which cat wrote it, I’m not even sure which one knows the word “woefully” but whoever did it, they are correct.

I am contractually obligated to share photos of them every week — until next month when they take over the site — but they haven’t been on the front page of the blog in almost three weeks. Woefully behind, indeed.

This might explain some of the early wake up calls, and the claws, that have come my way in the last few days. I’m sure they’ve just been waiting for me to figure out causation.

Maybe he’ll get it today, one cat says at 6 a.m. every day.

Well I figured it out. Let me sleep.

Phoebe is, I think, about to perform a magic trick. Keep your eye on my paw.

We got some takeout recently and that came in a bag and they don’t even care about the food, but they both enjoy the bag. We cut the handles for safety and this bag lived in the kitchen for a few days until, having taken turns, they both had their fill.

Here’s Poseidon, impatiently waiting for his turn in the paper bag. I don’t claim to be the best photographer in the world, but I think you can fairly well hear his huff and sigh in this particular still image.

Poe is also fascinated by the ice dispenser. He sometimes will chase a cube for a while, though the big thrill these days is watching me toss one into the sink. He’ll follow my hand, the underhand flick, the cube arcing through the air, the clang-a-lang-crash of ice meeting steel, and then he’ll leap onto the counter and stare down into the sink. I’m not sure what about that is satisfying, but it’s a better deal than leaving one on the floor, forgetting about it, and then walking into a small puddle later.

Anyway, here he is checking one out up close.

So, as you can see, the kittehs are doing fine, even if they are a bit miffed at my uploading negligence.

Tonight, I grew immediately wearing of thinking that I have a night class. This should be a later afternoon, early evening class, but the shortening days, the soon-to-change-clocks … this is a night class. I’m not sure if anyone really feels up for that just now, but we work where we are asked.

So my organizational communication in sport class today endured my discussing this evening about branding. We talked about some core concepts and watched videos.

It’s just a bunch of this.

Though no one reacted to that spot at all. People always have some sort of reaction to that piece. I will wonder about this for weeks.

So I knew I was in trouble when I got to the cutesy stuff.

There’s a nice little assignment tied to this lecture, which everyone approached with gusto. Since they’re all broken into groups and running fantasy football teams, we’re doing a lot of assignments through that context. Tonight they had to break down all of the starters on their teams using the various criteria we discussed in class. I was pleased to see they were interested in that.

This class has more exercises like that, but I think I need to dream up a few more, too. Can I come up with something for roughly every other week? Do you have ideas you can share?

I’d ask the cats, but I’m afraid about the memo I’d receive in reply.


16
Sep 26

We got the shirts

Spent the day working on today’s class, and tomorrow’s class, and also beginning to grade things that were turned in at midnight, Tuesday. And also all of the things that come with the job that are sorta related to the job. The biggest part of it is logging in to some system, service or platform over and over and over. The rest of it moves pretty quickly, happily enough, and I can get back to class things. This, I thought to myself today, is where I wrestle this week into control. And also tomorrow. Possibly Friday.

If I don’t have it by then, well, it’s the weekend and that’ll be great.

It’ll be Friday before we know it.

Before I knew it, today, it was time to head to campus for Org Comm.

The door knob fell off the door. I broke a pen. These two things happened within about four minutes of one another. (At least the elevator, electricity, and plumbing worked!) I kept everyone a safe distance from me after that, just in case I was developing super strength or telekinesis. I did not develop super strength or telekinesis. Well, I don’t know that I didn’t. I might have a superpower now, and just haven’t realized it yet. Super power origin stories are all just a tiny bit different, aren’t they? I do know I’m not invisible, but I don’t know if I can fly. Hang on, let me just open this window …

We talked about what makes sports organizations unique. We talked about the politics involved with sports. We talked about whether this competition or that competition is a sport. That one is silly, but students are always invested in this debate. Now I just have to keep that up. Next week we start talking about branding.

After class we hopped in the car and drove across town, well a few towns I guess.

We went to a public garden which, until this experience I am embarrassed to say I didn’t even know existed. They have more than 1,100 acres of gardens, woodlands, and meadows and over the years have created one of the premier horticultural display gardens in the country. It was dusk when we arrived, and we were there for a little concert, which happens there a lot. They also have seasonal attractions, educational lectures, courses, and workshops, and it is too bad, really, that it is an hour from our house.

The show was outdoors. A little square of land had been cut out of the trees. A path ran through it. The crew had hauled out several hundred old bamboo-style bar chairs. There was a stage that looked like it emerged straight from the trees. Behind it, we learned, was a fountain, which was synched up to a few songs. And soon after we arrived Guster came on stage.

This was their first show back after a six-week break. And everything about the place created a very chill environment for a band that normally sees a little more hype and energy from the crowd. Try as they might, only this one section worked themselves up. Of course they were right in front of us.

I think this is the song where The Yankee, way back when, really figured out she liked the band. Also, I’ve created a monster. This is only the second time we’ve seen them this year, she’s keeping count and saying we must step up our game.

  

Anyway, we got the shirts. I think they wound up giving them away.

We were on row E. My lovely bride and I met her god-sisters (just go with it) at the concert. We all had a nice time. Much rock was had, also some roll.

I was trying to count … I’ve seen Guster maybe 12 or 14 times over the years now, also in six states, but never in the same venue twice.

It was a nice set, with 23 or 24 songs. It was quite chill, I think that unnerved the band a bit. But we had fun, and I guess everyone else was thinking about tomorrow. I hope tomorrow is like today.

Nah nah nah. Nah nah nah nah. Like today.

I try to put one more song up, maybe next week, and then figure out when we can see them live again.


9
Sep 26

Give me an inch, I’ll want the whole calendar

I could do so much … or at least get so much done … if I had more time. If I didn’t have other things to do. Also if I didn’t read so much news. Also, if I woke up earlier. This would require my falling asleep earlier, but there was work to do last … and early this morning. Also, I could sleep in, which seemed like a delightful idea when I pulled up the covers in the a.m. hours. I was OK with it when I woke up, mid-morning too. Then, I did the work that needed doing. Finished freestyling some class materials, waded through the email, tread water with the news. Had lunch, read a page or two from a book. But!

But if I had more time in a day to do all of the things I want to do, I could do half of the things I need to do and one-quarter of what I’d like.

I think about that a lot. I think about that a lot because I actually have a a bit of free time. The problem, as ever, is that I’d like more, and I need it to come in large blocks — I’m talking large chunks: 24, 72, 744 hours — rather than a little here, and a little there, later.

For instance, I wanted to get in a bike ride today before class. And because of my timing, and the above, I had enough time for an hour. That’s essentially a long loop around the neighborhood. I rode the four miles into town, and then by the park, and the sheep farms. Took a left in the next crossroads town, and then a right away from there off into the real countryside, just watching the clock tick by on my computer as I wondered, not for the first time, why that particular road vexes me so. I turned before the winery, pointing down into a creek bed, and then up two little hills, to the sod farm.

I enjoyed the misting.

We ride through irrigation setups from time-to-time around here. I always wonder what is spraying me. Hopefully it was water today. It was certainly cold.

After that, it was a right turn, and then riding at tempo for a few minutes to get to the last stretch of road. It’s the middle of the day and I’m in the middle of nowhere and the last turn is a hard right-hander. On the inside of the turn, which you don’t want, is a big chunk of abused potholes. On the outside of the turn is a big wash of sand that never disappears. And after that is a stiff little overpass. So I swung waaaaaay to the outside of the oncoming lane, changing the geometry of the whole turn, and then did the cool-guy stand up ride over the hill. There’s just one mile and change to go from there, so I slowed down, as I continued to watch the clock. Lower the heart rate, cool down quicker. I had a whole strategy: electrolytes, shower, cool down, dress up, go to campus.

None of it worked. Some days it is too warm to cool down, I guess.

Also, I’d been sweating the details about how this particular class session would go. We do a fantasy football league in the org comm in sports class, where small groups form franchises and those franchises do a bit of work together across the semester. But, also, there’s fantasy football bragging rights to be sought. Tonight is the night we were holding the draft. The first game of the NFL season was tonight, too, and I promised I’d try to get them out earlier enough for that. Plus, I learned, the ESPN fantasy platform requires an hour for the behind-the-scenes automation to come together. I don’t know why. So how to do a lot in a little time.

This is what I settled on. For half an hour the franchises would meet. They had to do some basic team stuff, find a name, build some colors, determine their target demos, get registered, and so on. Then we had to fill that hour between when the teams were registered and we could do the draft. While the class was busy thinking about the first, second, and third round draft picks, I took us on a tour of what how org comm and sports comm are correlated, how we can expect that to work out in real life, and why we’re doing this, when we could just be doing fantasy football.

We built an eight-team league. Seven of them are the class. I drafted a team, just so everyone would have an easy win. My strategy was to drive a bunch of guys named Smith, some guys from my alma mater, and then people that are goofy characters or beloved for reasons beyond the fantasy points they can collect. I told my students my plan was to build a team that couldn’t win. It took several picks for them to believe me. I don’t know why. I picked a kicker, Daniel Carlson, in the first round! I picked one of the weaker defenses in the second round.

Anyway, we worked our way through 16 rounds of picks. Some of the new franchises were very excited for their teams. We’ll see how they do soon enough. Most importantly, the timing of all of this worked out, and I got them out with a few minutes to spare.

ESPN sends you an email that evaluates your draft pick. It seems I met my objective.

I walked out of the building in the silver-gray part of the early evening. I drove home in the gloaming.

It was dark when I got there. I sorta hate that. The days are getting shorter again. You can’t help but be aware of that. And that’s what I really hate. If only there was more time.