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Nov 12

Bronco Bamma and Mitt Romney, scarier than Halloween

I did not get to enjoy Halloween — I missed all of it driving. Just as well. I’m not a fan because there should be an age limit.

Too many people violate the age limit I imagine in my mind, which is difficult to gauge, I know, because I’m only sitting here thinking about. Worse still, I see it as a sliding scale.

If you are 15 and over you should get a job for pocket money and buy your own candy.

The first year you think “Nah. I’m just going to wrap this robe around me, call myself a playboy and take a bunch of candy,” you are disqualified from collecting candy.

It is also the unofficial turn of the season, Halloween, and it is over in a night. I like a good holiday that lingers for several days more so than one that commercial enterprise has built up into a months-long marketing ploy.

This, though, is the best and worst Halloween story of all time, from my friend and colleague Napo Monasterio:

Today’s random political pitch was brought to me by a 13-year-old trick-or-treater dressed up in ragged business attire: “Hi, I’m a small business owner who was run over by the bus that is big government bureaucracy. My friend right here (pointing to his ghost pal) didn’t make it. He was one of Romney’s founding business partners, too.”

Nice. (Oh, and he double-dipped in the candy bowl. Of course.)

Speaking of politics, here’s a map charting the progress of political spending, totaling more than $500 million in ad buys, so far. Makes you long for the days of the front porch campaigns, says the guy who lives in the most solidly red state in the union experiencing virtually no advertising blitzes.

This:

… which makes you wonder what her parents are saying within earshot about the election, prompted this:

I have two studies planned that center around the election. Maybe I should dream up an Abby one, too.


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Oct 12

That’s an expensive radio

I had lunch at Alabama Power today with my friend Ike Pigott. He was a local reporter on television for years, moved to the Red Cross and now is in PR and corporate and strategy communication at the power company. Nice guy. Very smart. He’s on our department’s advisory council at Samford. We’re trying to get him more involved.

We ate under the atrium of the Alabama Power headquarters building, seen in the banner on this page, if you’ve ever wondered. Inside they have a barber, a shoe shine repair and leather stretching shop, a post office, a congressional lobby bureau, pneumatic tubes to deliver the staff home at the end of the day and are tinkering with a transporter platform. The place is fancy.

They also have rows of classic radios on display from the Don Kresge Memorial Museum which is housed in the building. Fitting. The first radio station in the state belonged to the power company. They used it to communicate with their outlying folks and to do weather updates and that sort of thing. Eventually they gave the gear to Auburn University, then Alabama Polytechnic Institute, where it took the WAPI calls. Some time later it came back to Birmingham, where WAPI broadcasts today. I used to work on the oldest station in the state. Lots of fun and news and anguish and entertainment went over those airwaves over the years. Most of it during my time there!

But I do go on.

Here are some of the radios they have out for your examination. I skipped most of the oldest models, as Lileks called them the other day, the woody old cathedrals. Why look at those when you can stare at the beauty of the Crosley Bullseye. The 1951 model here came in eight colors. Beautiful bakelight and tubes build. And you thought the 50s were staid:

radio

Here’s the Trav-ler T201, from 1959. How many teenaged girls had this in their room in the early 1960s?

radio

Here is the Westinghouse H124, also called the refrigerator radio. It was in circulation after the war, from 1945 until 1948. It came in four colors, which is probably two more than you could get the fridge in. This radio came with the refrigerator purpose. I wonder if the companion model is available at the refrigerator museum. (There are a few of those, surprisingly.)

radio

The Motorola 53H came in several colors when you ordered it in 1953. Someone in your family had this radio. They were the most boring person in your family. But the rockabilly sounded great:

radio

The Airline 84 BR 1508, just about as beautiful as the genre could get. It has six buttons, so you could set up six pre-set stations across the manual dial. “No more fighting with sis!” the ads might have said. This radio was so important they made postcards about it:

radio

OK, two from the wooden cabinets. Because this one is a globe: The Colonial “New World” picked up only the AM band and had a top vent for the five-tube configuration. This was in catalogs in 1933. Someone listed to Franklin Roosevelt for the first time on this radio:

radio

This Superflex, this very model, was made in Birmingham at Radio Products Corporation in 1927. The engraving on the front panel, which doesn’t really come across in this one shot, is admirable. This Superflex is thought to be the only surviving example.

radio

It was built right here:

Oh, that Crosley Bullseye? The sexy, red picture above? You can buy one of those on ebay for $1,840.


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Oct 12

Auburn is unfortunately bad at football

As in, unfortunately bad. And they are not just bad, but also unfortunately bad. This morning was the fourth 11 a.m. kickoff of the year, which is a good measuring stick for your team’s play.

We watched the game on television, because it was in Oxford. I tweeted things, as many of us do these days. In my mind, this is all about the coaching. The players are giving it their all, but they aren’t being put in, or finding a lot of places to be successful right now. Tough to watch, but worse for them, I’m sure.

Two of the things I wrote:

“Third and 13, stay on this side of the orange sticks, y’all.” That’s good coordinating.

You can’t figure out what Scot Loeffler is doing? Don’t worry. The players don’t understand it either. I blame the coordinator.

I feel for the seniors who are on that side of the ball. They deserve better than this. They all do, really. The coordinator, Loeffler, is in over his head. Gene Chizik apologized to fans last week. Who knows what he’ll say about a 41-20 loss to Ole Miss which allowed the Rebels to break a 16-game conference losing streak.

Auburn, meanwhile, is 4-8 in the SEC since the national championship. They’ve lost six in a row to conference opponents — four of them highly ranked — by a combined score of 192-68. So it hasn’t even been particularly close.

If you look at a head-to-head comparison of the three worst seasons of Auburn football this century, the data points aren’t close there either. This, from Justin Lee, says it all.

You decide:

WEA

or:

crying

For something more fun than this, I’ve gotten caught up on the photo galleries. I had to catch up from almost the exact moment I ruined summer. Anyway. Here’s July. There’s August. And here’s September.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a dinner date. The Smiths are joining the Willis (Willisi?) this evening.


5
Oct 12

Bet the Beatles never made Afghanis dance

Someone, a school teacher, and the newest person at the table, asked how we all knew each other. We were having dinner on the deck as the world spun by, enjoying a nice evening out on a warm autumn night. There were people around, but we were probably the loudest and definitely the funniest.

And I realized, as I looked around this table, that I was the strongest link. I’m almost never the strong link. I win the table!

Silly, I know.

There was my friend from undergrad, who was back in town for the game this weekend. She’s a missionary in England, where she’s somehow working magic with free trade coffee growers and … it was a long and complicated story. There was Brian, who’s down to cover the football game. We worked together and have been friends for years, of course.

There was The Yankee, who as usual found herself outnumbered. Everybody at the table was from Alabama or Georgia.

(I told the story again of the time last summer when a man in overalls found out she was from Connecticut and he pulled out his .45 and showed off his AR-15.)

AR-15

Across from her was the Army officer. We only met last year, but he grew up in all of the same places as I did and he majored in history. We get along. With him was his date, the teacher. And she was a pistol. We think we approve, but it turns out she’s a Georgia Bulldog, so we’re on the fence.

It was a fine time with nice people. After yogurt we spent the rest of the evening watching YouTube videos on the television.

What did people do before YouTube? This is a great way to evaluate the sense of humor of people.

Here’s the Army version of Call Me Maybe:

Think the mortar crew was zeroing in? Think they had to work hard to talk the Afghanis into dancing along?


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Oct 12

We know these things because of the Internet

Allie would like to thank you for taking part in another successful Catember. The categories are archived in a reverse chronological order, but you might be interested in seeing three entire years of Catember joy. You would start right here.

She would never let on, but I think Allie likes being famous on the Internet. She pretends to be annoyed by some of the cameras — the iPhone in particular, though she is very patient with DSLRs — but she is very proud of the attention. So when I told her this weekend that Catember was almost over — she’s a cat, she doesn’t read calendars — she was a bit sad:

Allie

Cats are tough, though. She’ll bounce back soon.

Something new is the Alabama Media Group, which is launching this week. There is a lot of criticism in the fall air, but some people have to do that so they can later point out they’ve been screaming the loudest. This is largely untrodden ground that the people at AMG are walking, but I know those folks at al.com and many of the people at the three papers that are used to producing the old daily miracle. Give them a bit of time and they’ll do some impressive work.

So it is a big week in local news. First, on college campuses everywhere, the Clery Act reports are due.

Can The Boston Globe and MIT hack the future of news together? Maybe for them. But I have this growing suspicion that these answers will all be locally customized:

“In the long term, maybe we’ll come up with something that will matter to the organization, to the bottom line,” he said. “In the short term, it’s just really cool to have these cool ideas floating around.”

Marstall said his goal is to have experimental modules that readers can play with on Boston.com and provide feedback to the Globe Lab. The lab was created for the purpose of exploring ideas that could be transformed into products for the Globe, or tools that could be helpful in reporting, Marstall said. The additional manpower, and brainpower, provided by MIT, will accelerate that, he said.

The reason a handful of news organizations have created their own research and development labs is to have people working on new ideas outside of the day-to-day business concerns of journalism, Moriarty said.

Seems like Jeff Moriarty, vice president of digital products at the Globe, agrees, doesn’t it?

Pew: After email, getting news is the most popular activity on smartphones, tablets Why are tablets good? These findings:

Another key finding: Almost one-third of people who acquire tablets find themselves reading more news from more sources than before.

What they’re reading is also interesting. Almost three-fourths of tablet news readers consumed in-depth news articles at least sometimes, with 19 percent saying they do so daily.

Here are the revenue notes, from that same Pew study.

I tell students you don’t write question leads or question headlines. Only very, very occasionally, I say, are they appropriate. Here might be an example: Are we already in a recession?

Most of the time and for most people, the difference between no growth and contraction probably doesn’t mean that much. However, we are in a much different situation now than we were in 2007. The Federal Reserve has more or less gone all in with its open-ended quantitative easing. The government’s fiscal mechanism is paralyzed and a large portion of the electorate has no appetite for further fiscal stimulus. If the American economy were to go into a so-called “double-dip” recession the government would be especially hard-pressed to drag us out. It would be a huge blow to the nation’s confidence and would lead to shrinking government revenues and further net job loss in both the public and private sectors.

For those reasons, it’s more than a little frightening that we’re seeing a spate of depressing numbers that could signal a recession on the horizon — or that one is already here.

Read the whole thing.

I mentioned the other day how an old online friend popped up on Twitter out of the blue last week.

The Internet is a lovely thing, really. Tonight I’ve been chatting with a guy I used to play soccer with. He was a defender, probably the fastest guy I played with, who had the natural ability that comes with working really hard at something. We played with a few very gifted guys, but he made himself as good or better than all of them. He was never afraid of work that was hard or to put in the time to make something good.

Good guy. We grew up together. We avoided trouble together. We probably caused some, too. Here’s a grainy and bad picture of an OK picture. This is some birthday of mine, probably 12, I’d guess.

Dave

We were at a restaurant called China Doll. For my birthday, and by then I’d gotten to that awkward feeling of people giving me presents, he gave me a knife he found in a scabbard he’d made. It was a very nice and thoughtful gift.

We lost touch somewhere just after high school, which is one of those small things that shouldn’t happen, but now he’s popped up on Facebook.

He’s got a beautiful wife and a handsome son. He’s in Afghanistan and, for him, that seems just about perfect. (Told him I was teaching journalism. He said he’d always thought I would have made a great comedian.)

I see his pictures and he looks exactly the same, just a little more intense. There’s a picture of him and his mother on there that I could write full essays about.

He’s got plans to open a paradise resort, hopefully some time next year after he rotates out. Told him I’d swing by and help him hammer things.

Hey, I can bend nails in paradise, too.