I managed to step outside just in time for the clouds to roll in. But I wanted to take pictures, and so take pictures I did. Here’s Franklin Hall, from a slightly different perspective than I have shot it before. This is the place where we spend most of our time:
And here are the Sample Gates next to the building, all decorated out in bright spring landscaping:
Inside Franklin Hall tonight, in the Beckley Studios, we shot a news show tonight. And tonight’s anchors, two seniors who are now counting the days, had a little fun before they put on their serious faces:
Lawson and Neil are talented people. Neil is the outgoing station manager. Lawson is a show producer and she’s packing for a Virginia TV market right after graduation. Their colleague at one of our reporter stations is also incredibly talented. Alex may well be a star reporter in the making:
The crew also shot What’s Up Weekly tonight, and we learned all about the current events, celebrity and style happenings. Also, there was a big surprise, but you’ll have to wait until Sierra and Sheila’s show runs to see that:
It was lovely out on Saturday. We expected storms yesterday, but it was basically another nice day.
It was a nice day to rest and wonder what I’d done to myself the day before, and what has happened to my legs.
It was a long ride, but a slow one, is what I’m saying, and it became something of a mental slog, but the views were nice. Here are a few of them now.
About halfway through we passed this store:
That’s actually one of those little places you see on an online map only if you zoom way, way in. Needmore. I’d never heard of that until last week, so I looked it up. The story goes that an early visitor to the late-19th century settlement said there needed to be more there, and the name stuck. Still happens to be the case.
Also, turns out there are three different Needmore communities in the state. And now, the country roads and trees that make an afternoon on the bike feel so nice:
This is the one where I brag about people doing extra work for no other reason than because they want to do it.
Here’s the hosts for the morning show. One of the young ladies is in the Media School. The other is a business student. She appears on two or three different shows each week. She just enjoys it, and this is a show they’ve developed this semester themselves.
Today’s guest was Mitchell Paige, who was a receiver at IU. He’s getting ready for the draft. In a few months he’ll be the guy in the NFL who is gritty, smart, has good hands, a nose for the football and all of those other cliches. Nice guy.
So, just three more people to say I knew them when, I suppose.
This evening I went over to the other studio to watch Hella Late, the evening show which is also new this term. Rob Sherrell is the host, and I will say I knew him when, too. He’s a standup comedy major. He developed the curriculum himself. And then he went out, with a small crew and found a larger crew and, together, they’ve built this show.
This is what he sees when he’s looking out to four cameras, hoping to make an audience laugh and think:
And in the next room, on a Friday night, a room full of students producing the program. They could be anywhere:
But instead of being stereotypical students on a Friday night, they are there. And that’s never not impressive to me.
It is a fine day, thanks for asking. Rode to work on my bicycle. Coasted, really. You don’t want to overheat too early in the day and all that. I rode home a bit faster. The terrain is more favorable and it doesn’t hurt to sweat.
Pedaled home, passed four other cyclists. Two didn't know we were racing; two were on training wheels, but that's not important right now.
But I lovely day for it. Here’s a photo of a flower I took to belabor the point:
That’s just across the street from the office, so that’s nice to see on a trip out for lunch. It is a day worth being outdoors. But, inside, I found this story about the work some other people are doing outside, in the great northwestern expanses of Canada:
I wonder, if you framed archeology as playing in the mud and dirt if more of us would be digging up clumps of the stuff in far flung places.
One of those days that you don’t look out of the window until it is almost too late:
Isn’t that some kind of problem to have, not looking because you don’t know better — especially when you know better. Life teaches you so many things, and some of them you are just determined to learn over and over again. Until you finally do. Know better, that is.
Anyway, that’s the side of the newly christened Frances Morgan Swain Student Building as seen from the Media School. Swain became the wife of the ninth president of the university. She was also a math student, a suffragist and an advocate for more prominent roles and facilities for women on campus, including that one. She seems like an impressive woman.
In the next building over then, our building, tonight:
Sometimes, I have the chance to say something that I know to be true. In those rare moments, like one tonight, I realize I have learned basic things, earnest and true and important things. And sometimes you get to share those things, as advice, because you see the chance. Occasionally you do know.
It is a sports night:
We have less than 10 tapings left on the term. Time moves faster. You’d think it might ought to slow down, with the rest of us. But you know better.