August, 2012


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Aug 12

Job well done

I also did physical rehab yesterday morning. That was probably why I was so worn out by the simple task of driving around our lovely, small little town and paying for things and picking up things. I was exhausted from PT.

I cheated. The lady who was monitoring my work turned away to see after one of her other clients and I picked up the two-pound barbell instead of the one-pound. Two pounds! I’m getting ripped!

Hey, the surgeon says I am not to pick up anything heavier than a drink while my shoulder is recovering. A two-pound barbell is a big deal. Wears you right out.

Not really.

We had our weekly breakfast this morning at the Barbecue House:

breakfast

This is a big deal. The guy on the left is perhaps the best short order cook in town. Everything runs more smoothly when he’s there. The blur of motion is the guy that puts together the last touches of your plate. The lady in the back … she does a bit of everything. Our ticket is the farthest to the right, and the farthest away from being made.

They’ll call our name and I’ll go get our two plates and ask for an extra fork, because we sensibly split the hash browns. The drink refills are right there for you, in the bottom right corner of this shot. In the background you can see an Alabama quarterback getting sacked. Next to that is a bucket that has clearly been beaten half to death. I’m intrigued by it. What do they do with that bucket?

I’ll ask one day, when they’re having a slow morning.

Today was Black Cat Appreciation Day. Apparently. We didn’t know such a thing existed until someone mentioned it on Facebook. Maybe that is the point of Facebook, feeling better about yourself compared to the lot in life of people that didn’t like you in high school AND made up days.

BlackCat

I spent a while trying to take a nice picture of her, but she was having none of it. She did not appreciate that there was no tuna for her. And she knows Catember is coming up, so she did not appreciate the attention today. She’s trying to avoid the camera as long as possible, I’m sure of it.

And that’s pretty much the day. It was designed to be a day of sitting and rest and not hurting myself. I finally did this right for a change.


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Aug 12

A day out

squash

No. A thousand voices scream out at once. No. The voices were all kids and kids-at-heart. No one is ready to see hints of fall. The left, logical, side of the brain says: Squash. The right, intuitive, side screams: Autumn!

And that, in mid-August, is not cool. There will be a time for it, late September, perhaps. That day is not now.

This was at the locally grown, artisanal vegetable place where we purchase an exceedingly abundant basket of vegetables each week. Fresh food, charming people, delightfully disorganized basket procurement process.

That was our last stop of the day. We bought gas, which is riveting. Riveting!

We shop at Sam’s for gas as often as not. They’ve reduced the entire petroleum purchase experience entire an almost sterile environment. Sterile for stone, cement and gas, at least.

There are eight pumps, allowing for 16 customers at a time. There is no store, no cash, no distraction. You focus entirely on the task of purchasing the cheapest gas in town. (Only the prices are going back up again. Cheap is relative.) They have one person staffed there, presumably in case something catches fire.

It is interesting how you can grow so accustomed to the absence of that interaction. The pay-at-the-pump model has removed every human interaction from fueling your car. At Sam’s they’ve stripped it down to solitude. One nice lady, unlike the rest of her colleagues who just stand around, actually mingles with the customers. The first time she does it can take you by surprise. In the last two years, though, I’ve been learning about her life in 15 second increments. I’ll have to start writing that down.

We visited the pharmacy to pick up new medication. We drove through the worst traffic in town. Three of the biggest intersections downtown had no power. Also this is the first week of the semester crush — too many extra families and too freshmen who are still learning their way around town, when to drive and when to lose their keys — that overburdens the local roads.

Police officers were directing traffic. You wonder how long they spend on that at the academy. Do some of the cadets adapt to it better than others? Is there a special commendation? When the intersection goes dark do the dispatchers call him in to run the show?

Does he then think “And I really wanted to take a nap under the overpass today!”?

We visited the meat lab. You buy select cuts from the university at big discounts. It gives you the feeling of living in an old-time company town, spending your income at the company store. But who cares? We bought two New York Strips and four pork loins for 20 bucks.

If only there was a charcoal lab on campus. We’d probably grill every night.

The next, and last stop, was to the market for the vegetables and seeing the squash above.

This, believe it or not, was a big day out. (I can’t complain because, you know, summer … ) Sitting inside for more than a month now hasn’t been ideal, but I’m bouncing back. I wasn’t exhausted when we got home. But I was sore.

I blame the vegetables.

Those baskets are heavy.

Later: Grilled the steaks in a mild, moist August evening. Put on just enough charcoal to kiss the meat, we had okra and mashed potatoes, both from the vegetable basket. Everything but the seasoning was raised nearby. I feel like I need an imported dessert, just to throw things off.


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Aug 12

The historic marker series

Welcome to the 16th installment to the series that will ultimately document all of the historic markers in the county. I’ve been riding around on my bike to find them all and sharing them elsewhere on the site. (Clearly I planned ahead and did some of these before I got hurt.) So head on over and discover what is so significant about this railroad interchange.

(A lot, it turns out. A professor once told me that without this crosswork of iron these two towns likely wouldn’t be here.)

RailroadAve

Enjoy, happy pedaling and happy reading!


15
Aug 12

Where someone else therapeutically brutalizes my shoulder

No change in my physical therapy this morning. I did the same small exercises as in my first session on Monday.

I think there are two guys running the place with lots of younger colleagues guiding people through their paces. During the massage portion I had the other main therapist. Today was the man moving gracefully into middle age. The therapist looked like the man that sits down a few rows on the other side of your church.

His fingers were a little more narrow than his partner’s, this process takes plenty long to consider good metaphors for the therapist’s digits, but no less painful. His fingers are more the size of a screwdriver handle. He works the shoulder. There are two muscles in the damaged and surgically repaired area that go to the scapula and that, he said, explains the almost-muscle spasms.

He spends a lot of time over the incision itself, a cruel mixture of mild sensation and extreme sensation owing to the vagaries of the damaged nerves and “Hey watch it, there’s a huge surgical cut there!”

The point is to break up the scar tissue, a little now is better than a lot later. Holy moly they can work you over. He raised up my arm, impressed with my range of motion — with a little effort I can put my hurt wing completely over my head, like a touchdown call.

“There’s a big difference” he said, between 180 and 135 degrees of rotation. “Be happy with that. It takes a lot to get there.”

Things to read: Army SPC Josh Wetzel, a Glencoe, Ala. native, was wounded in Afghanistan. I wrote about him this summer for TWER.) The most recent piece of his storyinvolves a now famous picture of the Auburn fan from Walter Reed Medical Center that hangs in the White House:

The president was so moved by us praying with him on his visit that he chose this picture from the film his photographer took, had it blown up, and it now hangs in the West Wing of the White House. We said a prayer around the picture today that it would touch the lives of those who saw it and would be a catalyst for positive decision making in the Obama administration.

Seeing the picture for the first time was amazing but I think the coolest thing about it was the tour guide behind us was showing the next group the picture and said “The family in front of us is the family in this picture and the gentleman in the wheelchair is a one of our country’s wounded warriors.”

In the media think world, Jeff Jarvis says Mobile’s not the next big thing, just a path to it:

We in news and media should bring those strands together to knit a mobile strategy around learning about people and serving them better as a result — not just serving content on smaller screens. Mobile=local=me now. We should build a strategy on people over content, on relationships.

That’s what mobile means to me: a path to get us to the real value in our business.

If you view business as grounded in a relationship (some refer to it as the loyalty of, their customer) then you find that businesses need to create and then restrengthen those relationships. Media outlets, Jarvis says, need to return to that approach. The audience has to be a part of that, which may sometimes be a tricky sell. The next thing, though, would be to also monetize it.

Speaking of money, how much did USA TODAY and the Suffolk University Political Research Center spend on this survey?

Call them the unlikely voters.

A nationwide USA TODAY/Suffolk University Poll of people who are eligible to vote but aren’t likely to do so finds that these stay-at-home Americans back Obama’s re-election over Republican Mitt Romney by more than 2-1. Two-thirds of them say they are registered to vote. Eight in 10 say the government plays an important role in their lives.

Even so, they cite a range of reasons for declaring they won’t vote or saying the odds are no better than 50-50 that they will: They’re too busy. They aren’t excited about either candidate. Their vote doesn’t really matter. And nothing ever gets done, anyway.

Fine story to find out their motivations — or de-motivation. There are some great statistical points of interest:

Many of the nation’s unlikely voters report hard times over the past four years. Only a third call their household finances good or excellent. Close to half say their annual household income is less than $60,000 a year. They tend to have lower levels of education than likely voters; nearly six in 10 have no more than a high school diploma.

I love the subhead. “They could turn a too-close-to-call race into a landslide for President Obama— but by definition they probably won’t.”

Maybe “They could turn a too-close-to-call race into a Reaganesque landslide for Romney — but by definition they probably won’t” didn’t sound as good around the newsroom. Or perhaps the assumption is that staying home will, in fact, do just that. The piece estimates that more than 90 million won’t vote. The subhead, then, could just as easily say “They could bolster a growing movement for the resurgent Green Part — but by definition they probably won’t.”

The story notes “Two-thirds of the unlikely voters say they voted four years ago, backing Obama by more than 2-1 over Republican John McCain.”

That is a lot of people staying at home.

Finally, a 137-year glance at the New York City skyline. The earliest picture features only the first tower of the Brooklyn Bridge. Everything changes.


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Aug 12

Glomeratas

This spring we reached the end of my not-complete collection of Auburn University yearbooks. Since then I’ve picked up a few new additions, so we can add a few updates in the coming days.

1950Glomerata

Above is the most recently acquired book, checking in at 62 years young. The 1950 edition is the 53rd volume in the series. You can click through all of the covers in my collection. See the inside details of a select few volumes, here. Also, you can check out the university’s official collection.

I’ll have another update next week.