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7
May 11

Get your skate on

Fish

Brian took us to a roller derby today. He has a friend that plays on a team from Louisiana and they were in Auburn competing this weekend. He came down to cheer her on, we went to see the spectacle.

They ride in a family skate rink with a taped oval track. The announcers have realized that bad sports movie dream of serving as both play-by-play commentary and public address. You can bring your own chairs or sit in the “suicide section,” think of it as behind the end zone where competitors occasionally spill into the spectators. That did not happen in this bout.

They call it a bout. There is an official bout photographer. You know him because that’s what his shirt says. There are six skaters per side on the floor at one time and five referees trying to keep track of things. During the lulls in the action they tell a guy in the infield the recent scores. He writes it on a whiteboard, flashes it to the announcers booth (regular skate rink attendees remember it as the place from which music was played and troublemakers were called out) and they try their best to keep the score and clock current.

They skate two 30 minute halves — it is flat-track and not quite as physical if you recall late night television roller derbies of a different era — and they are all fairly well tired at the end of the thing. It is charming county fair fun. It is lighthearted, not to serious, without airs or presuppositions beyond the notion of home team and visiting team.

We cheered the visitors, since our friend’s friend was on that team. And they won.

These are people who do this for the camaraderie and love of skating. The out-of-towners left their homes at 6 a.m. to skate here at 4 p.m. Some of them were making the return trip tonight. You have to love this sort of thing to do that to yourself.

On the back of the program, which I’m keeping because it will be worth something on e-bay one day, they advertised the after party at a local establishment. Just imagine the Bears and the Vikings gathering together and telling the fans where to join them.

We opted for Mellow Mushroom, where we found the chill fish in the picture above.


6
May 11

Auburn hosts Georgia

Auburn’s baseball team, simultaneously struggling and competing for a division championship, hosts Georgia for a three game series at Plainsman Park. The first game was tonight, an extra innings affair, where I tried out the Zapd app for the first time.

Zapd is intriguing, if a bit limited at the moment. There are no social media or embed options, so what you see below is simply captured in an iframe. (The hard link is here.) What the program does do, however, is create a blog on the fly, via your phone. You can’t import it, short of copying the source file, so it stays on the Zapd server, but this is just one more step in the push button blogging world. (And, again, this is all done via a free app.)

These are a few things I took pictures of and typed out during tonight’s game.

Tigers win! Also, the video was published as text for some reason. Here’s the actual clip:

After the game there were fireworks:


24
Apr 11

Happy Easter

He is risen. Have some hollow chocolate.

After a long night of driving across half the state and change we woke up early for Easter. The bunny had to know where to find us.

The Yankee said last night “Do you mind if we don’t race back?” She wanted to conserve gas. She is smart and thrifty. And then five hours later she said “Why did that take so long?”

Because we drove slow?

By then we were very sleepy.

So Easter services this morning, and then a birthday party this afternoon. Our realtor-turned-friend is celebrating his 30th. So we’ve counted 109 years of birthdays in the past 18 hours. I’m exhausted.

We had a lunch that was straight from Garden and Gun. The potato salad was actually from Barefoot Contessa (and should be served at every relaxed formal Southern function, but Garden and Gun does recipes, too. The cake was Easter-themed and old-fashioned coconut. Very moist. And the coconut shavings were individually dyed green.

And now we begin the search for discounted Easter candy.


17
Apr 11

Catching Up

Storm

A new warning came down Friday that a line of storms would bring wind and hail. So, naturally, you go outside.

Hail

And we might not have received the 2.5-inch diameter hail we were promised …

Hail

But this was painful enough. We’re standing in the garage, between our cars and the ice starts racing down from the sky. Brian’s car is in the driveway, unprotected by the safety of any roofing or tree limbs.

A tarp! I have a tarp!

Knowing that hail storms are brief, but violent, I took the most direct route, which was around the exterior of the house. Barefoot. And when I got to the back of the house it really started coming down. And that began to sting. Hail on soft, moist earth isn’t so bad, even for a tenderfoot. Hail on cement is not a lot of fun.

I race back, now covering my head with the tarp.

I have a tarp! I need a plan!

We decided to cover the windshield.

About eight seconds after we have the great green piece of protective plastic spread out evenly — which exposed tender skin to more angry ice — the hail stopped falling. The yard was covered. There were abnormally large piles of the stuff everywhere. There was an unearthly moisture in the air as the hail steamed itself into oblivion. It looked like an X-Files setting.

The car was undamaged.

Tigers

The Yankee got these two tigers from the balloon guy at Niffer’s the other night. We see him there often. This has become his regular gig the last few years. On weekends he is at the baseball stadium in clown makeup making balloons. He’s often here or at parties, or delivering a manifesto on the current political climate, while he makes a balloon beanie hat. The guy’s talented. He said it took him about two years before his hands could create while he chatted with customers.

Nice guy. He carries a duffle bag stuffed full of balloons. He said he spends thousands of dollars a year on the stuff. This is his job.

There’s a feature story in that guy.

HollowayTwitty

I found her, in the checkout line at the grocery store, reading the Enquirer. Hard to believe this has been six years. Beth Holloway has a new show coming out. (The good people at WBRC struggled with the math on that story.)

“Vanished with Beth Holloway,” will follow real life cases of missing persons; digging into the mysteries behind them and searching for clues to solve the cases.

I liked it better when John Walsh and Robert Stack did that show.

If anything, she’s proved it isn’t hard to sneak into a Peruvian jail.


15
Apr 11

“He’s for everyone of us!”

The shrubs are trimmed. At least the ones in the front yard. You can’t see halfway down the side of the house or the lovely foliage in the backyard from the road, so they don’t exist. And, hence, they will be sheared to within an inch of their life on another evening.

But my, doesn’t the front look good. Except for the shrub right by the garage. It has an unruly spot. It has the bangs of a seven-year-old boy who wouldn’t sit still in the barber’s chair. And one along the side, where I sliced off the new growth to reveal … big odd holes in the shrubbery’s formation. It looks like the swamp scene from Flash Gordon. This terrified me as a child.

I think it was because Timothy Dalton is the antagonist.

The rest of that clip plays out after Flash tricks Barin into thinking he’d been poisoned by the evil creature with the hero climbing down the vines. Barin says to the fog “Oh thine chase is on! But I will use my resources poorly and pursue him myself, giving these fine green jump-suited fellows the early weekend.”

Then there’s more fog, some oddly pliant quicksand and then hawkmen. Just your average day in the yard, really.

That movie only made back about 80 percent of the original budget. They’ve probably made up the difference in licensing, syndication and DVD sales. Meanwhile, this is interesting: George Lucas had hoped to remake the original Flash Gordon (1936), but when he learned that Dino De Laurentiis had already bought the rights, he wrote Star Wars (1977) instead. Sam J. Jones, who played Flash, was last in front of the camera in 2007. Now he is the CEO of an international security company providing diplomatic and executive protection for high profile clients around the world.So I guess that worked out.

So, yes, half the shrubbery has been brought under control. The rest later this weekend. Brian showed up mid-afternoon. The storms followed soon after. And hail. We got hammered by frozen pellets of angry intention for about 90 seconds. It covered the yard.

Hail

It hurt my head. I’m just going to save that story and a few more pictures for Sunday.

Dinner with Brian and Shane, our realtor, and his Brian. We ran into two of The Yankee’s students at Niffer’s. We should really find a second place to eat.

We spent the evening staring at the radar. The Yankee knew what was coming: Brian would unveil his newest meteorological toys and have about 15 views between us. Everything missed us. Part of town lost their power, but nothing blinked at our blissful cottage. The bulk of the storm was well north, and then, late, some that hit to our west.

At midnight, as the threat of anything dangerous happening in our little corner the death toll was four ranging, from Oklahoma through Alabama. One small central Alabama town was digging itself out from a direct hit in the late hours and had several people missing. Tomorrow’s news already looks grim.