Wednesday


1
Apr 15

Crimson goes Mirror Universe

As soon as the Crimson’s editorial staff put together their schedule for the year they noticed that April 1st fell on a Wednesday, their regular publication day. They dreamed and planned all fall and winter about what they would do.

They are good group. Sharp journalists. Funny. Clever. Diligent. And yet I was a bit hesitant. College papers get in trouble for April Fools jokes every year. (At least two have already this year.) But they are very careful and conscientious. They wrote up fun copy and then took great pains to make sure that they weren’t putting words into the mouths of real people on campus or libeling anyone.

The only real person in the April Fool’s section of the paper was Jameis Winston, and he’s a public figure and our manufactured quotes didn’t say anything bad. They did a nice job throughout, and it has been well-received on campus. Here’s a small version of the April Fool’s pages:

The hammock headline is my favorite. Always knew there was something sketchy about those things The squirrel story was a hit, as you might imagine.

The Mr. Beeson Twitter account was pleased:

Someone did ask me if they meant to run the masthead backward. I made a big production of it. “BACKWARD!?!?” with a big, panicked rustling of paper.

Yes, they did.


25
Mar 15

Night blooms

It has been a day. So here are some lovely tree blooms.

construction

construction

It will rain tomorrow, and the blooms will probably disappear then and soon after. Enjoy them while you can, while it is still their day.


18
Mar 15

Cleaning the leaves that never go away

The weather is beautiful. Tomorrow it will change. And so I was sent outside to do yard work.

And by sent, I mean it was overdue and it was a wonderful day to be outside for a few hours. The sky was high and sharply blue. The few clouds were thin scraps of paste in the sky. The temperature was intent on redefining room temperature. And overhead, things are showing the full promise of the season.

buds

Blink fast and everything turns green.

And so it was that I had to mow the lawn. Some parts are greener than others. And some are just dusty. Other parts have still more leaves. I’m pretty sure we’ve raked “for the last time” twice during the winter, but here I am doing it again today. No matter. There is stuff to see.

blooms

Managed to fill about four big lawn bags, mostly of willow oak leaves. Once again I say unto you: No person that has ever raked willow oak leaves has ever later planted willow oak trees. That’s one of the two things I know about raking. The other is that I’m going to make my money by developing an efficient way to get leaves off the ground and into bags.

How do you do it? I’ve tried about every possible way to get leaves from here to there. I’m using a giant rake and shoveling the leaves from the pile into a bag held somewhat open by a giant garbage bag. We cut the bottom out of that can, probably because we read it online or someone told us too, but I think would work just as well using this technique in the conventional

Maybe I could invent a vacuum system for next fall.

But that’s for later. I’ve done enough of this today, two hours of yard work and two minutes of brushing by one bush that seems to have a unique nest alliance of wasps and bees inside. Glad that one doesn’t belong to me. I hope the owner notices it soon.

There’s this beautiful tree nearby:

pear tree

In putting away the lawn mower and the lawn bags and the giant garbage/leaf can and the gas can and all of that I learned we had a new neighbor. I wonder how he feels about leaves. He was a shy one. Good thing I got this safety shot. He offered me no other photos:

lizard

About that time The Yankee came home and we went for a run.

So there we are on the trail. She takes off, I catch her. At precisely a mile I realized I’d had exactly one bowl of Cheerios all day. And so far the next three miles I suffered. I’m not sure if it was the sudden lack of energy or the knowledge of the sudden lack of energy. It was not a good run. But there will be other, less not-good running efforts. (The flatter the better.)

At home I ate two pieces of leftover frozen pizza. And they were the best two pieces of mushy thin crust and stretchy cheese you can imagine. And then we went out for Chinese, and it was the best Chinese you can imagine. Pretty much the best day you can imagine.

Except for the leaves.


11
Mar 15

The flexibility of now

I walked into a classroom today with one idea about a later thing and when I walked out of the room an hour later I knew other things. A meeting had changed. One student had a story and another had a joke. A third had big news. A lot can happen in a calm hour. Some days the idea of now is an obviously thin construct and some days now is a solid and statuesque thing.

There are at least four full statues and a bust on campus, and this fact amuses and bewilders me.

One of them is an abstraction, three of them are representations of real people, including an ancient president of the institution, a statue which once stood at the U.S. Capitol. Another is a football coach, which, OK. And then there’s Ralph Beeson, who was a big donor and has the family name on quite a few nice things around campus. His statue is centrally located and figures into a lot of pictures and general merriment around the place. Also, it has the great honor of being the voice behind one of the best Twitter accounts on campus, even if some of it is school-specific.

Anyway, I recently stumbled upon this 1988 clip which explains a bit about the man and the then-new statue. The Twitter account asked us to republish it. Great idea, alas, it was from The Birmingham News, and not ours.

BhamNews

We were discussing our publication tonight when someone poked their head into the newsroom and offered us free food. There was a focus group down the hall and journalists are always hungry for leftovers. I grabbed a few things:

underneath

I’m going swimming tomorrow, and I won’t eat them all at one time, so it works out, right?

Things to read … because reading always works out right.

There’s one truly incredible story worth reading, it is a bit long, but absolutely worth it. And I mention it here so you’ll keep looking below. First, though, a few journalism links:

24 takeaways from the ONA London conference on mobile
Los Angeles Times reorients for digital
CNN Pushes More Original Web Video
How to capture fly-by digital visitors
Boston Herald, Franklin Pierce combine for exclusive coverage

And now the story worth spending a few minutes to read. It defies excerpting, really, so here are just a few of the first paragraphs. A Bulldog’s battle:

It was morning in Lithuania and Andrew Smith was getting dressed. As he put a shirt on, he caught an oddity in the mirror, a weird bump at the base of his neck just above the collarbone. The former Butler center was a newly married man playing foreign hoops in a faraway land, just three months into his first professional contract and living with his wife, Sam, and dog, Charlie.

Thinking little of it then — Smith had battled mono and enlarged lymph nodes during his freshman year at Butler — he brushed aside any serious concerns. Over the next two weeks, the bump got bigger and more uncomfortable. The scare increased when pressure crept on his insides, near his chest, and soon enough breathing became a conscious task. Lithuanian health care is not optimal, and the team physician spoke broken English, which did not translate at all to nuanced medical terminology.

[…]

In a foreign country with doctors they did not trust, the Smiths weren’t getting clear answers. Tests were not immediately coming back with conclusive results. An initial biopsy came back negative for cancer, but still, Andrew reluctantly agreed to minor surgery because his neck’s discomfort was preventing him from being able to play.

Smith was — get this — awake for the procedure and could faintly feel doctors tugging with metal tools at his numbed neck as they attempted to remove the blockage in his throat. What at first blatantly felt like the wrong decision turned into a mistake he was lucky to make. Without successful surgery, more evaluation was needed. Andrew’s neck was coral-red as he and Sam spent their first Christmas together as man and wife. They Skyped home, telling their parents Andrew was cancer-free. But a few days later, Smith’s growth got grotesque. He was living with a rock attached to his throat and a perma-red neck. He underwent a full body scan, and as they awaited the results, Andrew rung in 2014 feeling like his chest was shrinking by the day. He was unable to sleep.

Maybe it was his heart? No. For now, Andrew’s heart was fine.

That part, that “for now” part, that becomes important. But “for now” is always important.


4
Mar 15

Seriously, it is supposed to be winter here again tomorrow

It has come to this. For the second week in a row we are under the specter of winter weather. For the second week in a row there could be snow or ice or both or neither. For the second week in a row schools and businesses are making the early or late decisions about whether they will be open tomorrow as meteorologists study their models and refine and predict mild to moderate to severe weather.

For the second week in a row I stopped at Walmart to study the crowds. For entertainment.

walmart

Clearly this is the sign of something wrong. And I don’t mean that last week this same Walmart had four cash registers open and each had lines of people midway back through the store. I don’t mean that tonight there are four lines open and no one is in this place. That this has become a mild manner of amusement is troubling.

Also troubling is the lack of shoppers. This is consumer forecasting at its worst. Last week it was packed and, thankfully, nothing of seriousness happened for the surrounding community. Tonight, with no one here, it is easy to reach the conclusion that we’re sure to get ensconced in ice tomorrow.

But back to why I find this amusing.

It is a strange night. To be outside at any point today you’d wonder how we could have temperatures in the 60s and low 70s and winter weather tomorrow. But, it does have an “anything is possible” feel outdoors as the evening turns into night.

Normally that’s a springtime feeling: This could become anything.

I think, then, that we are in a great seasonal change, even now. Winter is beginning to give up the fight. One last little lashing out, and then we can talk about the glories of springtime.

Things to read … because this stuff is great in all seasons.

When the news imitates satire, and vice versa. Hillary Clinton Hints At Presidential Ambitions By Concealing Information From American People:

Fueling further speculation this week that she has her sights set on the Oval Office, former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton is said to have hinted at her presidential ambitions by concealing a vast trove of information from the American people. “By using a personal email account to keep records out of the hands of investigators and the U.S. populace, Clinton is making it resoundingly clear that she has presidential aspirations,” said political analyst Stuart Rothenberg, adding that Clinton’s efforts to obfuscate basic facts and hide thousands of documents from taxpayers for years on end demonstrate her capacity to successfully perform the duties of the commander-in-chief.

The Onion is genius at blurring the lines.

Hard men and women right here, ‘We aren’t disabled, we’re inconvenienced,’ veteran says as Ride 2 Recovery group cycles 470 miles:

Wednesday afternoon about 200 injured veterans made a rest stop at Battleship Memorial Park as they embarked on a 470 mile cycling trip which started in Atlanta and is set to end in New Orleans.

The 2015 Ride 2 Recovery Gulf Coast Challenge, sponsored by United Healthcare, supports physical and psychological rehabilitation programs for injured veterans, featuring cycling as a core activity. There are six Ride 2 Recovery cycling challenges this year across the United State and in Germany.

Participants rode hand cycles, recumbents, tandems and traditional road bikes, depending on their needs, as they made their way into Battleship Memorial Park, stopping in front of the USS Alabama battleship. This was one of the many stops the group makes on their six-day endeavor.

Well OK then. Actually this makes senses, and someone had to do it. But I like that there’s a marketing approach ere. There’s a reason why at The Economist we don’t chase the millennial generation:

he starting point for publishers to carve out space in this hyper-competitive environment has to be uniqueness of voice. Without a real sense of mission and purpose, the risk is that your voice will be lost in the noise. Critical as this is in itself, it’s just not enough; media companies must possess a real and deep understanding of just who is interested in hearing that voice.

A prevailing notion in marketing (across many sectors, not just media) is that millennials are the most valuable demographic to reach. They are perceived to be at the forefront of changing media patterns, so the concern is that if you fail to win them now, you lose them forever. But a focus on millennials at the expense of truly understanding a target audience is a dangerous thing.

A sound marketing strategy for a news organization would be a very nice thing to have in place. The other thing to consider here is that if we all go off chasing after the Millennial set, we have a clearly defined group of underserved, known as Everyone Else — and the Millennials who don’t care about what you’re selling.

Which brings us into the journalism section:

How a veteran reporter joined the digital age

The value of digital data

Instagram Will Top 100 Million US Users by 2018

Copyediting for reporters: How to get the basics right

This one just serves to shock by how long ago it was, and how young these guys were: Federal traffic safety board considering fresh look at Buddy Holly crash.

Here at home, 16 percent of Alabama households – double the amount of 2000 – now rely on food stamps:

In 2000, 145,368 Alabama households – or about 8.4 percent – relied on government assistance for food. By 2014, that number had increased to 283,047 households, or almost 16 percent.

The percentage of Alabama households receiving food stamps is higher than the national average of almost 14 percent but noticeably lower than the states with the highest averages. In Oregon, 19.8 percent of all households are on food stamps, with Mississippi (19.4 percent) and Maine (18 percent) following.

Nationally, the explosive growth among those receiving aid through the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program has grown from 6.2 percent in 2000 to 13.5 percent in 2013.

Now let’s talk about how effective we are at lowering those numbers.

Officials reveal smart home for wounded Jacksonville veteran:

The custom built 2,800 square-foot house will allow Tomlinson, who lost the use of his legs from a combat injury, to live on his own for the first time since he received a paralyzing gunshot to the neck in 2010.

Holding an iPad on Monday, Tomlinson touched the screen and the front door on the rock-faced porch swung open to applause.

Tomlinson can also raise and lower the stove and countertops to the home by tapping on the tablet computer.

The home comes to Tomlinson free of charge from the Tunnel to Towers and Gary Sinise foundations, which build custom homes for wounded veterans.

And we’ll close with this note, from here on the frontier: