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May 14

Things we saw today

Look at all of those pretty clouds!

Drive

But don’t stare at them for too long. You might miss the fallen rocks. Don’t worry about the ones that are presently falling. They are no concern of yours. And nothing to be alarmed about.

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The ones on the ground though? Dangerous.

We saw a sign that warned of slow downs and traffic stops 26 miles ahead. Inside of that 26 miles there was another sign warning of delays, because you can forget a lot in 26 miles. And then there were the delays. Finally we got to the cause of such transportation calamity. It was this, well off the side of the road:

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Moving the truck would have been easier.

And, now, some lovely farmland scenes:

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Happy driving!


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May 14

A race, a game and a cookout :: A fine, full day

This morning we ran the Ft. Benning Reverse Sprint Triathlon. It is a short course, featuring a 5K run, a 20K ride and a 450-meter swim, in that order. Here we are after the finish:

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This is the first triathlon we did last year, making this the first time we can compare times to previous efforts on the same course. I have a few things to be pleased with here.

The run is almost perfectly flat, and there are a lot of soldiers in the race, so they dominate the run, of course. You see them at the start and somewhere on the bike course or in the pool, if at all. So I’m not running with those guys, but I pulled away from a few people in the run. In fact, I didn’t get passed at all. My time was still slow, but I shaved a great deal off of last year’s run.

The bike is a super-fast ride with only two real rollers to think about. I was pleased with the ride last year, and I did it in three-and-a-half minutes less time this year. When you look at the average speed I was on the upper-end of average riders and almost break into the fast rider speeds. Only one guy dropped me here, and I’m not sure how. I looked down at my gears on that first roller, looked up and he was gone. I didn’t see him again until I passed him in the last 100 meters of the pool.

The pool was an improvement for me as well, if only because I was barely swimming last year. Remember, I was still dealing with shoulder problems and couldn’t even pretend to freestyle. I was disappointed in my swim today. The lanes were crowded for the first half of the short swim. Meanwhile, it takes me almost that entire distance to get warm anyway. I also had some energy excuses. (I even came up with a phrase for the latter, the red line of regret. I could have redlined the thing. I should have. Then I wouldn’t have regretted what I left in the pool because I was a little tired and winded. I could have been faster, but I didn’t overcome the red line of regret.)

Overall, my time was 17 minutes faster than last year’s race, which was very slow. This year’s was merely slow. But that’s a fair amount of improvement, with plenty of areas in which to continue to grow.

I’m bummed that I won’t get to do that race again for another year now. I want to measure these performances against another effort.

Today was senior day for Auburn baseball. Here the mother of one player and the grandmother of another shared a big hug and a kiss on the cheek of celebration. They’ve been coming to these games for four years. They’re going to miss each other.

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They are sweet ladies.

Here’s another one. This is Morgan Jackson, Bo Jackson’s daughter. We’re buds:

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This was the last time we’d see the team on the field this season:

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My new Aubie gimmick — no one steal it! — is the Aubie selfie:

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Another of Aubie, relaxing with the ladies.

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Auburn lost the game, 8-1, bringing their season to a close with a 28-28 record (10-20 SEC). But the friendships are the thing: parents of five different players came to say goodbye to us today and then we had a cookout tonight with the nice group of people with whom we sit. That’s not a bad season at all, captured in one sentence.

After the cookout we picked up the traditional post-triathlon celebratory ice cream:

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May 14

Happy Mother’s Day

I know a lot of great ladies. And I know many wonderful women who were mothers and, to me, strong maternal influences. I wouldn’t be the guy I am without any of them — grandmothers and family friends and my friends’ mothers. I should probably apologize to most all of them for wherever I come up short. Despite the limitations of who they were working with, they managed to do things big and small to help raise me a bit here and there.

My mom, of course, remains the best of them all:

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Happy Mother’s Day to all of them, and to all of the many wonderful mothers who try so hard to turn us into upstanding people. Some of the time we listen. Some of the time it sticks. Later, a lot more of it comes back to us. That’s when we figure out how lucky we are.


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May 14

The indoor picnic

Cards and letters in the mail — with Charlton Heston stamps, mind you. Old newspapers recycled. The newsroom is clean(er). My office is clean(er). Next week’s student work schedule has been set. Locks have been changed. Some things have been graded. It was a productive day.

And, why yes, I would like a piece of pie, good sir.

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This was at the department picnic, which is now held indoors after a few blistering thunderstorms in previous years. This should have been held last week — also indoors, but there was enough bad weather to close campus, and so here we are, dining in a classroom. Barbecue. Pie. And we’re giving out awards and scholarships and honors to students who are among the highest GPAs on campus. We’re presenting items to people who are student-leaders and acknowledging the honors they’ve been getting all year.

There is a program and about two dozen of the names inside of it are people I’ve had in class or worked with on some media project or another. All of that just means I’m lucky to work with talented young people.

And, at the end of the year, I get pie. And more grading.


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May 14

Last Crimson issue of the year

Tonight the hard working student-journalists at The Samford Crimson are putting to bed the last issue of the 99th volume of the award winning newspaper. Most of the editorial staff is graduating, and I can say I’ve had the good fortune to be around many of them since they were freshmen.

They’ve all just grown so much and gotten so big!

Zach Brown, the departing editor-in-chief, was in an introductory class I taught. He changed over to a history major and still managed to land the top spot. He’s done a great job, is a thoughtful, smart young man and a pleasure to be around. He also let me take this picture of him, which might have been ill-advised:

Zach

Zach is also one of the best collegiate illustrators in the southeast. And, last week, he received word that he is now a Fulbright Scholar. The same day he got engaged. (How was your Friday?)

Zach has worked on this paper for two-and-a-half years now. He started as the editor of the opinion section and he never let one challenge get by him. He’s the kind of guy you hope to see on a project like this, truly. But I could say that about everyone that has devoted any serious time to this project.

Take this guy, Clayton Hurdle. He’s been the sports editor for two years. I had him in an intro class as well. He’s been writing for the Crimson for three years and he just gets better and better every time out. I just wrote him a letter of recommendation and I couldn’t have been more excited to do so. He’s also one of the best sportswriters in the Southeast.

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He’s won that sportswriting competition two years in a row. We’re presently trying to talk him into grad school for a try at a three-peat.

There are others. Our features editor is one of the most highly regarded students in the major. Our opinion editor this year is graduating with a degree in education and, for having never even used InDesign before last fall, has done some really neat things. We have two great photography editors and a cast of writers and copy editors and others that always work on the edges and in the gaps and can produce nice work.

So it is a sad and fun night. Sad, only slightly, because it will be a while before we see some of these people again. But you are happy for them too. They’ve learned a lot from a fine faculty and they’ve worked hard across big handfuls of projects and conflicting deadlines and they somehow keep it all together and do it well. The student-journalist is an under-appreciated thing, really, they carry as large a workload as anyone on campus.

And it pays off for them, too. Previous editors with whom I’ve worked are people who work at Apple, one runs a small magazine, another works at a magazine. The two most recent editors, in their first two years out of school, run social media for a six-state retail chain and an independent photography business. Zach, meanwhile, is going to go teach English abroad for a year. Former section editors work on campus, do mission work, have amazing non-profit roles, work in book publishing, headed to graduate school and so on.

I always tell them that an editorial staff position, helps get them places, teaches them skills they can use there and sets them apart from their peers. It is more about their ambition and quality of work they produce than the role, but there’s a great deal of truth to it. They prove it every year.

For example, in one of the drawers of my desk a 1990s-era student — whom I’ve never met — signed his name. He wrote:

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I’m still waiting to sell it on e-bay, but that guy has worked at MySpace, Netflix, Entertainment Weekly and at a YouTube analytics startup.

I occasionally joke that the best part of my job is that the students have to do the hard work. But, really, the best part of my job is that there are students willing to do the hard work.

Things to read … because life would be hard without reading.

Not to be biased, because there is some other impressive stuff going on in other buildings around campus. Samford students win cash in Regions business plan competition

Can an algorithm solve Twitter’s credibility problem?:

The Twitter commons have a credibility problem, and, in the age of “big data,” all problems require an elegant, algorithmic solution. Last week, a group of researchers at the Qatar Computing Research Institute (Q.C.R.I.) and the Indraprastha Institute of Information Technology (I.I.I.T.), in Delhi, India, released what could be a partial fix. Tweetcred, a new extension for the Chrome browser, bills itself as a “real-time, web-based system to assess credibility of content on Twitter.” When you install Tweetcred, it appends a “credibility ranking” to all of the tweets in your feed, when viewed on twitter.com. Each tweet’s rating, from one to seven, is represented by little blue starbursts next to the user’s name, almost like a Yelp rating. The program learns over time, and users can give tweets their own ratings to help it become more accurate.

Maybe. But people would work, too. I refer you to the key components of evolutionary algorithms, which were inspired by biology: reproduction, mutation, recombination, and selection. We can fix our own problems online, and Tweetcred could help, but it is also seeking your help to help it help you.

I get seven blue stars.

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