Wednesday


18
Apr 18

Photos for Wednesday

We are a third of the way through spring. We hit 50° yesterday. It snowed all day Monday. But it is spring. (Or so “they” would have you believe.)

It is not important if you’re late. It IS important that you arrive.

Meanwhile, indoors, I call this “Chair In Isolation.” It is intended as a withering critique on the subject of artistically withering critiques and the isolating folly of men and women putting their impressions into the work of others.

Or its a simply dressed movie set. One of the two.

Allie was unimpressed:


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Apr 18

Makes you wanna ride bikes – if you can get off the sofa

Someone brought their bike into the building today.

You’re not supposed to do that. But I do enjoy seeing a good bicycle every now and then. That’s a Little 500 bike, which is a neat treat in general, just not in the building, where it could be a tripping hazard or a wall-marking hazard or a theft-of-property hazard.

Seriously, someone left it outside a closed classroom. People are trusting, which is nice.

Outside? Spring?

On Monday morning, snow. And it was the sort of thing no one even mentioned. We were all so bored with it and over it. It wasn’t surprising to wake up to. It was inevitable. No one was even irritated by the absurdity of it anymore. Snow in mid-April. Then it melted, things started blooming and that evening I ran in layers and gloves.

This evening I ran in shorts and a t-shirt and was already warm in the driveway, before setting out for a quick 5K. Already warm. It was 62° degrees.

So I’m putting a question mark next to spring from now on.

Allie, is, also, over it:

And, look, when I tell The Yankee that the six-pound cat is holding me down, I really mean it:


4
Apr 18

I practiced media things today

Today is the fourth of April. We had more snow flurries today. For much of the day, in fact. If felt like 32 degrees this morning. Because, in April, you should still be using wind chill.

This is silly talk in the face of all of that, I know, but maybe there is hope.

Yesterday was the 50th anniversary of the murder of Martin Luther King, Jr. That makes today the 50th anniversary of an important newspaper column. We talked about it on the podcast today:

Also today I talked to Raju Narisetti. He’s the CEO of the Gizmodo Media Group, and an IU grad. He’s in town for a campus-wide program and we had him in the studio for an interview today. I’m not sure when that one will get published — it takes some time — but I’ll get to share it eventually.


28
Mar 18

A day was had

Here are two news show. They talked about campus news and pop culture events.

The two hosts of the pop culture show are seniors, but the anchors on this particular episode of the news show are sophomores, which is quite impressive, really.

Otherwise, my day was full of meetings. A student here, studio time there, a meeting about meetings upstairs. Your standard Wednesday. The best thing about it being that tomorrow is Thursday.


21
Mar 18

Its still winter, in spring

I’m not accustomed to seeing cotton bolls in March. Then again, I’m not accustomed to seeing snow in March, either:

It’s still spring, by the way. And at lunch I saw this second, or third, sign of spring:

It’s hard to keep count, there have been daffodils and the eternal budding-but-not-opening of trees and my first robin of the year, and pointless, too. Winter isn’t hardly done with us yet.

But, for this afternoon’s neighborhood 5K, when it had warmed up to an impossible 46°, I wore a sweatshirt. I did that for the first 1.8 or so, and then discarded it. I ditched it just before the shady and cold segment.

Now, normally that would be one of those things you’d laugh and shiver about. Timing, am I right? But I did this in the neighborhood. I did this in the neighborhood, the place where, presumably, I know where the shady spots are.

So this was a lovely experience. Ten years ago we were at Peju, got a few of these and held on to one. And held on to it and held on to it and held on to it. After a while it became a joke.

Then, as I tend to do, I got sentimental about it. We got some more, so that solved the nostalgia problem. And by then we figured we should probably ought to wait until the 10th anniversary.



And here we are. Tonight was the 10th anniversary. The cork didn’t cooperate, but we filtered out the debris.

It was quite tasty after we let it breathe. I don’t know if it was worth hanging on to for all of that time, but it was worth getting sentimental about.