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29
Aug 10

Sunday stuff

After you count this post I’ll have added 16 photographs, two videos and seven extra pages to the website this week. Not bad. Here’s what you didn’t see this week. More pictures here. More videos here.

Need a bike?

Need a bike? This is a loaner program at Samford. These are just outside of our offices. They are banks that Regions Bank used for a marketing campaign a while back that they later gave to the university. You can rent them for three days. When classes start next week this rack will be empty.

Typo

I’m teaching an editing class this term. Maybe I should use this picture.

Creepy

This is just … odd. From a trip to Pine Hill Cemetery.

Wise family

I visited Pine Hill to find these people. An out-of-town distant relative of the Wise family here asked for pictures. She ended up telling me all about these people and what she’d learned about them.

New markers

These are 19th Century graves with brand new markers. There’s a story here.

Leaf turn

This maple is a wimp. The first leaf turn of the year.

Rainy truck

We were driving to Pie Day in the rain. Have you ever noticed that you can never catch a red light when you want to? I caught five greens before I could take this picture.

Pie Day

Not Rib Day, Pie Day. I had to explain it to them. We might have to visit again for them to understand.


27
Aug 10

Friday is Pie Day

If you need the ultimate time wasting device for your iPhone — and if there is one thing iPhone users need, it is something on which to waste their time — I suggest Draw. Hey, it is an app that let’s you draw with your fingers. There are at least three dozen of these and they might all have the same nice Email or Twitter feature. I picked this one, though, because of that. And, also Kelly is using it.

“(A) picture is worth a thousand words, but you only get 140 characters if you type. I’m clearly coming out ahead!”

You can’t argue with logic like that. Of course, Kelly is an artist. Also, she is drawing on an iPad. I am not artistically inclined and my digital canvas is a bit smaller.

You need one other thing for this time wasting activity: someone to whom you can send your brilliant masterpieces. (It isn’t spam if they laugh out loud.) By brilliant masterpieces I mean stick figures. And by stick figures I mean drawing a poorly envisioned thing and then labeling it with an error and chicken scratch so the viewer can understand that is a car, or a dinosaur, or a comb.

For example:

sliced bread

So pick your person carefully. They need patience and laughter and they have to have the personality to download the app themselves and send you some of their own artwork.

All evening I’ve been sending pictures to Brian, And then I’ll send a picture to The Yankee. I am emailing this to her, having composed a piece of art on my phone, emailed it through my wireless network — so into the other room, through the router, down the cable line, out to the Internet Email Headquarters (conveniently located only three-quarters of a mile from my home) where it is then beamed to a cell phone tower, possibly outer space, back to another tower, and ultimately down the cable line, over the wireless network and into her phone.

She is sitting next to me on the sofa.

These are truly amazing times in which we live.

Anyway. Draw. It is wonderful. And silly, but that’s what Friday evenings are for.

Friday is also Pie Day, of course. We’re on week three of the new Pie Day experiment. We’ve tried Mike and Ed’s, which is owned by neither Mike nor Ed. They had pie, but the barbecue wasn’t of the style we prefer. We’ve tried Chuck’s, which is housed in an old and infamous Dairy Queen. They had good barbecue, but no pie.

So tonight, we visited MaMa Q’s:

Mama Q's

Someone will correct me, but I believe this is the former home of Chuck’s, or a former barbecue place of the same name. Either way, the place is nearly empty, but it had turned into a messy evening. The reviews were very promising. Today was rib day — we’ll have to set them straight on that — and you could have a Southern style dry rub or the house special, the Chamorro style.

We got one of each, just to sample them both. And both were very good. The Chamorro is probably more of an acquired taste, as it features a soy, sugar, ginger, vinegar combination of things. The dry rub isn’t the best I’ve ever had, but I’ve had the best dry rubbed ribs in the world. MaMa Q’s can can fall on the short list with no problem.

We actually met MaMa Q. Mrs. Quitugua was working the counter. Her husband, who said he was not a big fan of sweets, recommended the pie. We tried the dutch apple:

Pie

They buy their veggies fresh from the farmer’s market. So they run out of some things, but fresher is always better. And while they do not have a romantic Punt Bama Punt corner we camped out under an old Butter Bread ad, near the television. We felt good about our ribs while watching some guy pound down wings on a show called Man versus Food.

And the pie was delicious. So MaMa Q’s made the cut into the second round, I think. Meanwhile, the Pie Day adventure will continue next week.

Happy weekend!


24
Aug 10

Sales meeting, and also, Ted Turner

Getting to be that time of year again:

Samford fanfest

Incidentally, that white vehicle on the left margin? That’s an armored truck absolutely running through a stone cold red light. Almost whacked that car, which was turning under a supposedly protected green arrow. I hope the money made it to wherever 45 seconds earlier than necessary. But I digress.

I stopped by an outdoors store — where they pay a guy to ride a forklift, full time, moving giant gun safes back and forth across the parking lot. It is a curious activity. Anyway, I’d stopped there because I have this old knife:

USMC knife

My great-grandfather gave it to me, years ago. It is a Marine Corps knife, though my grandfather was in the army. (You can read a bit more about the knife here and here.) He was a medic in Europe, earned a silver star and a purple heart. After the war he came home, never talked about it, raised his family and farmed his land. I think, if I remember correctly, he found this on the side of the road and gave it to my mother to give to me when I became old and smart enough to not cut off my hand.

Not that there’s any danger of that right now. The blade needs sharpening. But, otherwise, it is in great shape, except that the one tang has the point snapped off. The blades need a good deal of cleaning. I know a little about knives, enough to know you can damage them if you clean them incorrectly. So I’ve been hoping, for a while, to find a knife expert. Hence the outdoor store.

Find the knife counter, they had a knife counter, and the guy working there interrupts his conversation with another man who was Ted Turner.

Or his twin.

And, yes, you’d think he would have been taller. In the South the man is as big as life itself. In person, this gentleman was about five-foot-four.

The guy behind the counter says he can show me what I need. He leads me away. I apologize to Mr. Turner, who says “A great-grandfather’s knife is far more important than I am.”

Which is how I realized that the man I met wasn’t Ted Turner. There’s no way that guy is as cool as this guy.

The stuff I need, is a product called Flitz. Wash the blades with a mild dish soap, he said. Dry it. And then go to work on it with Flitz. It will take elbow grease, but it will shine the blades up nicely, he said.

I’ll let you know how the project turns out.

Met the new sales manager today. She’s a nice young lady. I try not to overload them with too much material all at once, but sometimes there is just a lot to be shared. We talked for about an hour about rate cards and sales approaches and this and that. I think she’ll do a very nice job.

I’m going to sit down with the Samford Crimson staff next week and talk about goals and achievements and try to start them out with a good, passionate first step. The are a little young, this year, but there’s a lot of potential in the group and I expect they’ll take some great strides and be doing great things before the year is out.

No pressure.

At the gym I had a monster workout. Basically doubled the reps on squats and lunges. I did way too many trapezoid curls. I did abs. I rode 30 miles. All together it was a two-hour endorphin ride. That ended before I even made it to the shower, unfortunately. But! But. If I could work out for two hours on a regular basis I’d be very pleased with myself.

If only.

Tomorrow: I work the phones. I read. And the 1939 World’s Fair will make a comeback.


23
Aug 10

Monday is now history day

Beach volleyball, anyone?

Bump set spike

No? OK, then. I agree. It is too hot, still, for all of that. I spent a little time in the evening — when it wasn’t 1,000 degrees, but rather 997 — taking a few pictures to give us something else to chat about on the site. You didn’t demand it, but I knew you were thinking about it, so here are a few bits of local history.

Drake

Drake was still listed as the university surgeon in 1927, so he must have worked right until the end. They named a building after him, the medical clinic. It was still in operation when I was in school, but by then had earned an unfortunate reputation. The students joked you were only diagnosed with strep throat or pregnancy if you went in for a visit. I served as the official photographer of a renovation project at Drake while I was still a student.

These days, the clinic is gone. The new medical facility is across campus, the old spot now home to a sparkling new engineering facility.

As for Drake’s military service, noted on the original marker, he rode with the 53rd Calvary during the Civil War.

The 53rd Alabama Cavalry Regiment, Partisan Rangers, was organized by increasing the 1st Cavalry Battalion to regimental size at Montgomery on 5 November 1862. Recruits were from Autauga, Coffee, Coosa, Dale, Dallas, Lauderdale, Lowndes, Macon, Monroe, Montgomery, Pike, Tallapoosa and Wilcox counties. It proceeded in a few weeks to Mississippi. In moving from Columbus to Decatur, in Lawrence, a portion of the regiment was there equipped and proceeded to join Gen’l Earl Van Dorn. This battalion was in the fighting at Thompson’s Station, and at Brentwood. The regiment was engaged in the fight with Union Gen’l Grenville Dodge at Town Creek and in the pursuit of Union Col. Abel Streight. Soon after, the 53rd joined the main army at Dalton as part of Gen’l Moses W. Hannon’s Brigade, Gen’l John Kelly’s Division. It operated on the right of the army as it fell back towards Atlanta and was engaged in constant duty. When Union Gen’l William T. Sherman reached Atlanta, the 53rd was the principal force engaged in the daring raid in his rear, whereby a valuable train was destroyed. It was then at the heels of Sherman as he devastated Georgia and the Carolinas, and it took part in the last operations of the war in that quarter. It surrendered a small number with Gen’l Joseph E. Johnston at Durham Station, Orange County, NC, on 26 April 1865.

I’m sure it was miserable.

Incidentally, to ride with cavalry you had to weigh less than 165 pounds.

There doesn’t seem to be a good picture of Dr. Drake, but if you look here you’ll find him third from the right, on the front row, at or around 69 years of age.

Here’s one more:

Thach

Dr. Charles Thach, who’s marker reads:

Guided by a humble faith in the Christian religion he dedicated his life to the education of the youth of the South. The lives of Auburn men made larger by his influence and the institution to which he gave forty years of loving service, and of which he was president from 1902 to 1921 are his real memorials.

“And whosoever of you will be the chiefest shall be servant of all.”

Not a bad thing to have said about you. The University’s historians continue:

Following (API President Leroy) Broun’s (1902) death, the board elected Thach, an API graduate who had spent his entire career at the school, to succeed to the president’s office … Thach immediately launched a campaign to bring the school’s financial needs to the attention of the state legislature at its upcoming session.

[…]

In June, 1906, Thach began preparing the board of trustees for the upcoming legislative session. He called their attention to the higher costs of scientific education over that of classical education and warned that they faced a choice: either support scientific education and thus allow Alabama’s natural resources to be developed by Alabamians or ignore it and the state’s resources would be developed by outsiders, a euphemism for Yankees.

It goes on like this for a while, the first 1o years of Thach’s tenure as president focusing a great deal on raising money. This did not sit well the University of Alabama. If you keep reading the link you see the good old fashioned classism at play. There were promises of money from the legislature that never came to fruition and they haunted Thach’s administration for the second decade of his tenure. He needed buildings, he got empty words and stalls. Those issues were somewhat resolved after World War I and the end of Thach’s time in office, but there were many ramifications to the funding problems from the Progressive Era.

Here’s the only picture of Thach I have, from the 1918 Glomerata:

Thach

He’s probably writing an alumni there, probably asking for money, the two things for which he’s generally remembered. Today, he has a building and a street named after him.

Tomorrow: meetings, and the 1939 World’s Fair.


22
Aug 10

Catching up on stuff

Four pictures for you that didn’t find there way elsewhere on the site this week. First:

Dr. Copeland

That’s Dr. Copeland, one of our talented and kind professors at Alabama. He’s on my dissertation committee, and I’m lucky to have him. That’s not his Emmy, but rather one of his students. That is, apparently, the first Emmy won by a former Alabama student and he brought it to be displayed in a trophy case somewhere in the building.

Allie's toys

Allie got a care package from her grandparents. These are called Midnight Crazies, or some such upsetting thing. Allie doesn’t need help with the late night, early morning fun. She’s a yowler. It is a special grief to hear this for hours and for no discernible reason.

The Strutting Ale House

It was the Ale House. Very recently it became the Strutting Duck, which had moved closer into town. Just the other night we walked through the parking lot on our way to grab a burger and noticed the Strutting Duck sign. Now it is the Ale House again. Very strange.

A bird

This bird did not like me.

Also, three videos, all shot from my phone:

That’s from my Thursday morning drive. Nice, empty field, nice empty, country road. It has a good feeling.

We were at Petco, checking on kitteh food options when a big guinea brawl broke out.

I edited that while we were walking through the grocery store. This is the coolest thing ever.

And finally:

The ice cream man War Eagleth.