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11
Mar 14

Signs of spring, finally

This little bush in our side yard always seems to have the first blooms. They showed up last week, finally. I thought it’d be nice to show them off, finally.

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Two trees on campus, that I drive and walk past every day, have turned into lovely lavender explosions. Everything is about to surge forward. Spring, finally.

My swim was much better this evening, thanks for asking. I swam 2,000 yards. That’s 1.14 miles to you and me. I’m pretty sure I’ve consciously gotten into my car and deliberately driven it a shorter distance. It isn’t fast, or especially pretty, but there’s distance, and I don’t feel bad during it. Except for being constantly winded.

I’m told this is because I don’t know how to breathe. I’m beginning to believe that.

Things to read … because we want to believe everything we read.

With a new newsfeed, Facebook is getting ready to go Pay-for-Play includes some thoughtful tips and interesting links.

Alabama offering free photo IDs to vote

Perhaps you heard about the body found in Michigan. Today there’s a new angle on that story. Voting Records Raise Questions After Mummified Body Found:

The body found last Wednesday in Pontiac is that of Pia Farrenkopf — according to her sister, Paula Logan. Authorities investigating the case haven’t released her name, but they have said that the woman apparently died in 2008 at the age of 49.

According to a report in the Detroit Free Press, records show Farrenkopf as voting in the November 2010 gubernatorial election. Officials say, however, that it may represent an administrative error. Oakland County Sheriff Mike Bouchard says the information must be checked out.

Whoops.

Also in Michigan, 82-year-old protects family, attacks home intruder with hammer to head:

Officers found the 33-year-old male suspect in the living room with blood dripping from his head.

The 82-year-old victim, George Bradford, who was inside the home, struck the suspect with the hammer in an effort to protect his family. George says his mother was in an upstairs unit and that he’s owned the duplex on Whitfield since 1968.

I don’t know about you, but I always enjoy when the aggressor is the one who gets hurt and the victim is the person with the hammer.

Weird headline of the week: Missing woman unwittingly joins search party looking for herself . And, remember, the week also includes that ridiculous story about the Oregon man who called 911 on his cat.

Ahh, educators. Fond du Lac students protest censorship mandate for school publication:

The piece features stories of three rape victims. Their names have been changed in the story.

On Monday Fond du Lac High School Principal Jon Wiltzius told journalism classes new school guidelines require that all stories meet his approval before publication and are subject to rejection.

“This is a reasonable expectation,” Wiltzius said. “My job is to oversee the global impact of everything that occurs within our school and I have to ensure I am representing everyone and there was some questionable content.”

Here’s a rule of thumb: If someone can fairly say you have a rape culture on your campus and you’re talking about how everyone is represented and you are questioning content, it is possibly possible that you are asking the wrong questions.

What will digital life look like in a decade? Some predictions, from the optimistic to mind control:

Tomorrow marks the 25th anniversary of Tim Berners-Lee’s initial proposal for what would become the World Wide Web. Think about how different media and technology were in 1989 from today. Now imagine how different things might look at a year that sounded like science fiction not that long ago: 2025.

And, now, Kevin Bacon:

You can’t just swipe away the hurt. Also, the Soviets had nukes for a lot longer than 20 years. Or maybe they ran out after nuking Bacon’s friends.


9
Mar 14

A lovely day to be outdoors

Sometimes life is so hard to figure out when you’re a big kid:

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There was a red-tailed hawk floating over the baseball stadium for a few seconds this afternoon. I’d never noticed how the underside of their wingspan is camouflaged against the right kind of sky.

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Another one of those shots is going to be one of the new rotating banners on the blog.

Oh, the game itself? Auburn took a 5-2 lead into the top of the ninth, but Mercer rallied to tie the score in the top of the ninth. So, at 5-5, Jordan Ebert led off for Auburn in the bottom of the ninth. He singled to left and then stole second. A one-out sacrifice bunt moved him to third. Two more runners got on to load the bases and that brought Ryan Tella to the plate:

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On the eighth pitch of the at bat Tella pushed a ball just beyond the shortstop. The ball went into left and Ebert slid home uncontested to celebrate:

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Tigers win, 6-5. The highlights:

After the game I completed a training brick. They’re called that because of how your legs feel, right? I did a quick 17 mile ride and a slower three mile run. Nothing like 90 minutes of taxing your cardio to give you perspective, or lack of perspective. I find I can’t think of much of anything but the next breath.

I did ponder on how my bike got so slow. You take a few days off and the thing forgets how to move at a respectably medium speed. And I also managed to notice and marvel and wonder why my hip hurt for the first half-mile. But I could not figure out, for the next mile, why the stretching I was doing didn’t help my calves. Turns out I was flexing the wrong way, so …

I do not know what is happening.


7
Mar 14

Auburn baseball, under the moon

Celebrated a long week at the office with an hour or so at the baseball park. One of the finer things you can enjoy on a brisk March night, right alongside a 7.2 inning performance from Dillon Ortman. He allowed six hits and three runs while striking out six before getting the win over Mercer.

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The people sitting next to us were being interviewed for a story, I believe:

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Ryan Tella drove in a run in the seventh inning. Auburn was in control there, but Mercer stormed back against the bullpen. The 9-5 final score sounds closer than the game felt.

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I just like how only parts of that picture are in focus.

The moon up above us:

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And, now, for one of life’s deeper dilemmas: Am I more tired than hungry? Or more hungry than tired?


5
Mar 14

There were no meetings about meetings

One of those days where the morning meeting melts into the midday meeting (which came with lunch) which transitioned into a conversation which filled up the time nicely before the next meeting.

Actually not true. I did have just enough time to miss my turn, come back around, try again and then sit in my car and tap at the keyboard for 15 minutes. In my car.

It is even more glamorous than I’d hoped it would be ever since I first saw it casually dropped in a minivan commercial all those years ago. There’s a stream, and a van with sliding doors on both sides. And in between them is the van owner, pecking away at the never ending TPS reports.

He wrote a memo about it once, but the memo was ignored because, in his passive aggressive way, he did not put the cover sheet on the TPS memo. And previous office literature had clearly stated, no cover sheet, no memo.

That was before the minivan. And he’s much better now, thanks. He can exit out of both sides! Stream? Turn left! Field of wildflowers? Exit right? How could you be bothered about problems at the office? Or even TPS reports. You’ve got a laptop in your van. Down by the river!

Yes, I just mixed imagery from three different sources. That’s been the sort of fun, delightful, not tiring, but full, not tangible, but productive day it has been. I’ve not made anything with my hands today. I haven’t anything on which to put a cover sheet. But it was a good day.

This afternoon my class took a field trip to see the nice people at WIAT CBS 42. The news director introduced them to the director, who’s been in broadcasting, it turns out, longer than I’ve been alive. We walked them through the interim studios — they are rebuilding. We visited the old set up. We sat in the newsroom and talked with one of the evening anchors and had passing conversations with other employees.

The news director, Scott MacDowell then asked his trick questions. He says he asks these in every interview. I’ll share one of them: What three things does every story need?

A beginning, a middle and an end.

He showed us the new backpacks some of the reporters are using. Think cell signals and air cards. He said they can run for two hours continuously, generate different shots than you’ve ever seen on a regular newscast (changing the way they approach storytelling, no doubt) and cost a fraction of what those suddenly unnecessary microwave trucks cost. In a time when you see iPad and iPhone videos on the newscasts, here’s equipment that ways about 20 pounds, that requires one cord and lets you go deep into buildings or weaving anywhere else a person can walk. Game changer.

I think I was the one the most interested in that.

We had the opportunity to watch the first block of the newscast. Here are a few of the students checking out the 5 p.m. newscast at WIAT:

One of our graduates, Kaitlin McCulley, had the lead story in the newscast.

And then that led into the day’s next meeting, the weekly critique of the Crimson. They’re doing such a nice job with the print product at this point. I’m proud of them. We found only three obvious errors and one more judgment call in the entire paper this week. Their hard work is paying off, too. I arrive to emails and walk into meetings and receive compliments on their behalf. That’s great to watch happen for the students, because I know how much hard work they put into the product.

Anyway, that meeting skipped right into dinner … and now I’m looking for some TPS cover sheets. I probably left them in the car.


3
Mar 14

No one tailgates this guy

I could tell you about my drive to work today. I could write about how I couldn’t decide whether it would be responsible to eat a burger in the car or selfish to eat it at a table, in the restaurant, like a human. I could discuss my disappointment that the burger had mustard, when I clearly said no mustard. Or the dismay that surely I tried to mask when the thing came out because it had the mustard sticker on the paper, but I didn’t have time to send it back because, already, I was being selfish, and besides that, the bread would be good.

I could complain about the fries.

I could discuss the interesting thing that happened in the car one day last week. I hadn’t seen the sun all day, and then, just as whatever station I was listening to started playing the opening strings of a live version of Carolina In My Mind the sun finally appeared through the clouds to my left.

Now this is a magical James Taylor song. Always has been. But I knew it even more that particular day, because just as the live crowd faded at the end of the song the sun disappeared again. I didn’t see it any more during my drive.

And I could wax on about how all of that means that stretch of road may never be the same now. Which is silly because it is obviously different, coming and going, full of of wholly different emotions and textures and probably even with a different tire noise.

I could write about the class I had today, but I’ve had better ones.

So it turns out that I could write about several things.

But, instead, I’m going to share with you the funniest trailer hitch cover I’ve ever seen. I walked outside and saw a big truck with a giant sticker stretching across the top of the windshield: University of Parris Island. That’s where I was born. And the “university” there is the USMC base. Other stickers indicated the owner was a retired sergeant major.

So I walked around the back of the truck to see where this person was from. And I saw this:

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The best part is the little tag that points out this is a replica, juuuuust in case anyone thought the driver might have decided to attach an actual Claymore to the truck. I wonder if that little plaque was required by law.

Turns out, you can buy them on Amazon. Just always read the directions.