Wednesday


13
Feb 19

He said prolonged eye contact with a bear in the wild

Oh, look, the morning show crew brought back an old favorite game show.

Sure, it is The Dating Game, but local in all of its local glory. Plus college students! I watched them shoot this last week. The original run ended four years ago, at least, which means this particular set of people had never done this show before. They did a pretty nice job with it. And the guests were fun! And tarot!

My favorite part might be the “interesting thing about you.” As ice breakers go, it is a classic. Some are better than others and sometimes the ice breaker itself goes over better than others. I’m always intrigued by the things people say. You’re all interesting and all of us have varied experiences. I’ve no doubt that, given a minute or two, anyone could pull one or two or four notes from the memory banks with which to wow us. Now, the bear thing, from the title, that’s in the video. As interesting facts about a person might go, that’s pretty good. I am always intrigued by how a person arrives on sharing their particular tidbit.

Anyway, one of the station’s managers dug up some old archives of the original Big Red Love. It was a different studio, which was in the basement of a dorm. It featured different production values, a Barkeresque microphone, delightfully awkward interactions and a cubicle wall that “separated” bachelorette from contestants. It was a wonderful college television show. If they brought this new version back and streamlined their production, it would be an even better and more wonderful college television show.

This evening we went for a run on campus. Because hills! Hills are great to run in concept, and I am lousy at it in execution. The Yankee was done with her day a bit earlier, and wanted to go a bit longer than I did. So she started out, looped back and then picked me up. Here we are at the top of the very last hill for the day:

I was four miles in and she was about, or so. I finished with six and she finished at 10. And, also, it was about 30 degrees.

A young woman with flaming red hair passed us earlier in the run. She was so fast I couldn’t figure out if she was saying something encouraging or suggesting we get out of her way. Her voice dopplered very quickly because she was fast. And she had on a little cape. She might have been an actual superhero!

Generally, we avoid amateur nights. In a college town this includes New Years, St. Patrick’s Day and Valentine’s. Part of that might be because we spent so many years not in the same town on Valentine’s Day. (I started counting that and then stopped.) Mostly it is because we generally observe today as the anniversary of us being a couple.

It was a friend group, you see. There were about six of us who were all in the same grad school cohort and then within the group there were the two of us palling around all the time. People, in our group and in the larger cohort and some of our professors too, started thinking of us as a couple. Where there was the one there was the other. And then we realized that’s what people thought and so on and so forth. And that realization came today, 14 years ago. So we celebrate today. And the celebration is typically a low key dinner at the hibachi steakhouse because it is a tradition at this point.

So there we were, at 8 p.m., cleaned up after our run. The local place had two people sitting in the hibachi side of the restaurant. They didn’t look a day over 15 and one of them looked almost exactly like my second-cousin. His wife, I assume they were married, was an over-sharer. A nice couple, but before the man had wheeled out his cart to spin the spatula and pour the sauces and cook for us, we learned they had a 4-year-old. The cart comes out, the cook makes a great deal of noise with his cutlery, cooks the food, does the flaming onion bit, busts out the little squirt joke the restaurant likes so much, cleans everything up and thanks us again and again. As he leaves I said, “So a 4-year-old, huh?”

To which she immediately launched into a 20-minute speech about the dogs, and their territorial habits and, here, check out some pictures. Oh, and finally here’s one of our daughter. Who does she favor?

That’s always a loaded question for some reason or another, of course. We all know that. But she obviously favored the dad, who looks almost perfectly like my second-cousin. Only the kid isn’t his, biologically. And this is an intriguing conversation to be having with someone over fried rice. Oh and she had just had her gall bladder removed and he doesn’t eat anything green and … they were nice, truly.

Also, I can now tell you where to get the best sushi in town, and where you should absolutely not get sushi. No one had asked.

Anyway, in the back of the restaurant, by the restrooms, there’s a door into the kitchen area. And this is on the door:

If it ever said anything other than “Your uniform hangup” then I’m just going to assume it has a story to tell. I guess we’ll just have to keep going back until we figure it out. Oh, darn.


6
Feb 19

Video things

Time in the studio last night. We’ve started experimenting with a one-anchor desk. It could become a great thing. Allison Zeithammer is holding things down this week:

Also, National Weather Person Day is apparently a thing. I know a lot of meteorologists and weather people, and we had two of them hanging out in the studio last night. So they did a little thing with them:

This is my favorite thing of the day:


30
Jan 19

Quite certain I’ve never felt cold like this before

I went into the office because, at least it is sunny?

The feels like is the important part in that chart.

I park in a parking deck precisely one block from our building on campus. The 30-or-so feet from the parking spot to the interior stairwell in the parking deck were my first real moments of being outside this morning. The stairwell exits to the street corner as close as possible to our building. Most mornings, like today, I can cut that intersection on the diagonal and walk one block, cross one more two lane street and be inside. It probably takes only slightly more time to do it than it did to formulate and type this paragraph.

And, I’m not kidding: my lungs hurt. It is so cold I think that that bit of exposure — and I was wearing an Irish sweater under a long coat, gloves, knit cap and a scarf wrapped around my delicate, Deep South-raised face — actually physically hurt me. I felt better inside, going back out in it later in the day, that same irritation.

It is cold.

So I spent the day indoors. But at least it is sunny! Check this out:

And also these:

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23
Jan 19

Video update

On Saturday I was in a t-shirt, in a park, reading in the sun. Reading in the sun until my iPad shut down because it got too warm.

We returned Monday. And yesterday I looked out of the television studio window to see this:

No.

And then I looked at the long range forecasts.

No, and good day, sir.

So I made a new front for the website, and thought of warmer days. It basically looks like this.

But, please, go check it out. Click on all of those links while you’re there. A little traffic never hurt anyone.


9
Jan 19

But … it’s made of … brick

We walked to lunch, and in about six blocks almost got hit by two drivers in different crosswalks. People just don’t pay attention like they should.

And then we walked down the street for another few errands. It was a loop around the courthouse. You see things at different speeds when you’re not in a car, too. People just don’t pay attention like they should. In that loop I saw this:

People just don’t pay attention like they should.