Rowan


7
Oct 26

I crashed my bike again

I’m fine.

Just a perfect, beautiful, lovely, chamber of commerce day. The sort of day you want all the time. The sort of day that you know is really a marker. The sort of day that will stick around, for a while, if you’re lucky. The sort of day you know isn’t going to last.

But I got ahead of things, and so I found a way to sneak outside and enjoy it for a whole hour.

I invited my lovely bride out for a bike ride, so that I could chase her for 45 minutes and then slowly drift away from her, which has been the way it has worked this year.

After the turnaround, and before I got dropped, I managed a few photographs. We totally posed this.

And here’s me saying goodbye to her, because, for most of the rest of the way, she would be in the distance, and then gone, and I could just sit there and pedal into the wind with my thoughts and playing the rest of my week’s work out in my head. I wonder if I would go faster if I did that less. I wonder if I did that more I’d go slower, or if the work would be better. I didn’t have time to ask her, because soon after this, she was gone.

What happened next was, well, exactly what I said. The headwinds caught me, I sat up, started thinking about stuff and just casually pedaled my way home. I counted the vehicles that passed me dangerously. I’d just been thinking about how I’d gotten away from using that as a bit in class, and I should get back to that. Today, there was the commercial service van that almost hit The Yankee and gave me a little more room. Then there was the oversized black GMC pickup, which almost hit me, And then the white Chevy Silverado which almost clipped me while trying to save two seconds to immediately turn in front of me. I’m not sure why your two seconds are worth risking another person’s life, but that’s how it works.

Today, all of that happened within 36 minutes.

But the real fun was later! I completed much of the planned route, returned to the neighborhood, and then lost my back wheel. I felt it go to the right, felt me go to the left, and felt me hitting the ground. Heard myself saying “Ow! Ow!”

I landed on my surgically repaired shoulder, which is fine. I landed on my knee, which is scratched. I landed on my elbow and forearm, which has some nice road rash. For some reason I couldn’t get up in my bike shoes, so I kicked them off, and stood up, trying not to get a leg cramp at the same time. Looked around, surprised that no one saw this. Picked up my bike, where the left handlebar had gotten wedged beneath the top tube, the front wheel cranked all the way over. I couldn’t get undo that. Also, the handlebar was pushing the rear brake line, so the whole of my bike was shut down.

So I carried it, bleeding, the short distance home. I was very close.

Put my stuff away, inspected my helmet and was pleased to see I didn’t smack the ol’ noggin. I celebrated by hammering free the headset from the top tube, checked the wheels and the brakes, and then went inside.

Cleaned my wounds, took an angry, painful, shower. We did the first aid routine. Gauze, bandages, marveled that all of the bleeding parts are right on the bending parts of my limbs. So we made use of some ACE bandages. Then, I got ready to go to class.

Our department had an open house today, so the floor was filled with students. I tried to stay out of the way, hoping no one would bump into me. Already, I’m a bit sore, and that’ll become a problem tomorrow and Friday, but also, see above.

In class, I had to apologize for sitting sideways, because we mummified my leg. Also, I had to apologize for being delayed with grading a few papers. That was supposed to get done this afternoon, but the day got away from me, as you might imagine.

This class was about fan identity. I do this whole lecture through the lens of being an Auburn man. I make fun of Georgia. I discussed social identity theory, role identity, and identity fusion theory, which is my favorite of the bunch. I show this video, as an example of a shared experience. I show them where I was in the video.

They were a bit interested in that one, because it is surreal. And it was surreal. (Also, I think, it is why I don’t like being in crowds.)

I talk about Warren St. John’s Rammer Jammer, which has some incredible anecdotes about fan sacrifice. I show them videos of the viral Roll Tide Willie guy. Some of them know of him, but one of the local stations did a nice little profile package on him, and it is entirely different.

While it is playing I’m trying to count the number of people I know who are that guy. More than one. He looks like a caricature, but he’s a real guy. And since I’ve been asking them to think of fans as a client rather than as being a fan themselves, it seems important to give the guy a little understanding.

I show a terrific NFL hype video, which won’t embed here, but does allow me to point out roughly all of the positive things we’ve been talking about.

As a test, I showed this video. It doesn’t really get laughs. I don’t know why.

After I gave them my big Go Vote speech we got out a few minutes early.

I drove home, called my mom to tell her I got her grandfather’s pocket watch working. Missed a turn and wound up way off course before I figured it out. Every nondescript field looks the same in total darkness.

Got home and learned that I’d bled through the bandage on my elbow. Bled into a white shirt. I could feel it during class. Didn’t want to make a scene. All of that blood will come out of the shirt, though. And it’s an old shirt, so that’s not a problem. But, I need to figure out how to clean the elbow of my sport coat. And now I get to figure out how sore I’ll be tomorrow, how much more sore I’ll be on Friday, and what Saturday might feel like.


6
Oct 26

There’s a lot about time

Some habits that we have are good. Some habits that we have are bad. Some habits become routines and rituals because we do them long enough, because of expediency. Some habits need to be dismissed, because they do us no good. Checking email early in the morning is, for me, in that latter group.

I say that because, this morning, I woke up, checked my email too early, and then bothered to read one of the unsolicited junk emails.

Look, Michael, whoever you are … mine is not the inbox you want for this. If you knew what I teach, and how I do it, or if you understood my approach to all of this … which, after technological constructivism, brings me to an internet trope. If my phone was listening to me, it wouldn’t allow things like sales pitches like this, or gambling apps, or prediction market scams, to come my way. It’s wasted effort, wasted air, wasted ads. Wasted time.

I’m never so aware of time as when I feel it is being wasted.

It’s not impatience, you understand. Sometimes the small lulls are necessary, or meditative, or peaceful. Some of them are too short to be of real consequence. Waiting on an elevator, for instance, is not a chore, unless you’re separated from an important meeting with a restroom by the doors that won’t open. Maybe that’s why people don’t advertise on them a lot. Maybe marketers don’t want us to associate their product with “Hurry and open up.”

This is the elevator in the building where my Tuesday-Thursday class is. It isn’t an advertisement, per se, but is a university affirmation, a new marketing slogan. Perhaps it is our call to action.

In class today we discussed a reading about Mark Zuckerberg’s testimony before Congress in 2018. The reading uses a fun little kitchen metaphor — you cutting carrots, and the fingerprints you leave on the knife.

Imagine, if you will a kitchen knife. If you were asked about the purpose of the knife, you may think “to chop some carrots” or, more indirectly, your intentions may be to eat healthfully, save money, or take time to sit down with your family. In any case, your intentions are likely to cut up food for a meal.

Now let us suppose a crime has been committed. The police, in searching your home, take fingerprints from your knife, analyze them, and even add their findings to a national fingerprint registry. If you were asked whether those were your fingerprints the answer would most likely be yes. While the fingerprints may not have been something you intended to create with the knife, you still made them. In other words, you unintentionally created some content. You have also indirectly helped to expand the fingerprint registry, perhaps assisting with the development of new information and improving analytic techniques.

The metaphor goes on: Facebook, Meta, is the knife maker, but also the knife owner, and, of course, the police. I brought that together with a few real-world stories that drove home the point.

We also talked about what’s transpired with Meta since that testimony. (Spoiler: a lot, and all of it damning.) I’m beginning to worry this class thinks my goal is to turn them off of digital media altogether. That’s not the goal, of course. Among other things, though, they need to think closely and carefully and critically about these things.

After class I walked back over to my building. Happily, it was still standing. The fire trucks were gone, and people were moving about as normal. On the way, though, I walked by the statue Contact. I wrote about it here. Then, two weeks ago, we looked a bit more closely at the couple’s hands. Last week, I offered a closer look at some of the textures. Today, we’ll have a quick glimpse at the hugging couple’s faces.

You can’t get a good look at the man, given his positioning, but it’s all overwhelmed by this out-of-every-time hairstyle. It looks like he is peering into some far away place though, doesn’t it?

If you noticed his tangled, thorny bristle of eyelashes, I did too. As you can see from here, they are painted on, and it feels like the most hasty thing on the installation.

And the woman, well, I caught this on a great day. It had just rained; the single single tear adds something to the maudlin tone of the installation. Maybe so, anyway.

As I look at her face again, she looks like a thousand people you know. How you can do all that and rush through the eyelashes, I do not know.

Next week, we’ll take one last look at this statue. There are some other details we’ll want to see.

I was putting away some papers last night in the office, looking for the right folder for it, when I stumbled upon a little bag of family keepsakes. This was an out of sight, out of mind sort of thing, but as soon as my fingers touched what gave the bag its heft I knew what the bag contained, what each item inside of it was, and at least a part of the story of each of those pieces.

One of those items was my great-grandfather’s watch. My mother’s grandfather. She gave it to me a few years ago. I’d put it away, waiting to find a place that might be able to get it working. I had, in fact, looked for and found shop like that not too long ago. It’s only about 20 minutes away, but it’ll take a deliberate trip to get there. So as I pulled the watch out of the bag, and the little felt bag within it, I figured I would set the watch somewhere prominent, so it was in sight and on my mind, so I could actually get it looked at.

Then I did something unusual. I wound it. And it worked.

This isn’t a particularly old watch, and he was a humble farmer, so there’s nothing that’s fancy about it. But my great-grandfather, Henry, died in 1982 and this has sat in a box since then.

It runs a bit slow, but that can be remedied, and so now I really do want to get it looked at, tuned up and find a way to wear it properly. It’s a working family heirloom. Today, I’ve pulled it out of my pocket more times than I needed to know the time.


1
Oct 26

Welcome to Catober

Welcome to October, when the certitude of the season becomes a certainty. We are past the equinox. The temperatures are dipping. The days are indisputably growing shorter. For a decade now I have not had the best reaction to fall. I’ve struggled with enjoying its many pleasures because of what follows it. Living in dread of something later is a great way to miss out on today. So, this year, I am trying a different approach.

I’ll start with the idea of being present. I’ll take deliberate efforts to enjoy this moment. Not that I am ignoring anything, but just because I will probably spend all of the winter indoors anyway, why hate that? Plus, El Niño is supposed to give us a milder, wetter winter. Conditions are ideal, then, to figure out how to not miss today. I should have rationalized that yesterday.

We’ll see how long it lasts. At least until tomorrow.

Catober has begun, as you might have noticed. We’ll have daily photos of the cats every day all month long. Tomorrow Phoebe will be at the top of the page around noon. Saturday, it’ll be Poseidon. Sunday Phoebe, and so on, throughout Catober.

And because it is the first of the month I have done all of the boring computer stuff. Cleaning old files to try to save a little space, changing the file structures, and so on. Also, I have updated the photos on the front page. After two tries of putting these together … they still aren’t working as well as I’d like. This is a beautiful creature, my photos notwithstanding. Anyway, if you go to the front page of the site, you’ll see photos like this.

That’s a lilac breasted roller (Coracias caudata). There are 15 photos. If you sit there for a minute you’ll see them all. Go on, have a look. We’ll wait for you.

In class today I finished up a week of talking about the sharing of data and surveillance. I used a lot of recent videos. I like this first one because everyone sits up a little bit straighter from the implications.

This one, I think, someone has to think about a great deal, but it lets me delve into some communication theory stuff.

And I played this one as a way to let us get to doxxing. Everyone knows about it. No one wants to think about it. And we should all pay a lot more attention to it.

And here’s a handful of recent stories that we touched on today, too.

Facebook is paying controversial creators to produce rage-bait content

LinkedIn and X are flooded With AI spam, browsing data suggests

Australians could soon be able to choose what appears in their social media feed. How would this work?

Warhammer YouTuber pulls the plug after 10 years amid games workshop takedowns, death threats, and doxxing over 3D printing designs

US judges are worried for their safety — and their independence

Elon Musk’s Grok AI is doxxing home addresses of everyday people

AI can now doxx your anonymous accounts? Here’s what’s going on

Somehow, because I worked on it quite a bit, I managed to make it a full class. Hopefully it was useful and helpful.

Later, I went to pick up my lovely bride across campus. There was a crowd at the parking deck elevator. And also fire fighters. I asked someone if the elevator was working. Seems like someone was trapped inside one of the cars. So stairs it was! What a great day to park on the fourth floor.

A fireman went up behind me, keeping pace. He had to go to the top of the deck, which is six flights up, to do something that aided in the rescue of people in a small metallic box. I was pleased he stayed the same distance behind me on the way up and that he didn’t feel the need to render assistance to me. Four floors isn’t that many floors, but my backpack is heavy.

I don’t know what the protocol for elevator incidents might be, or the specialties involved, but they sent out two trucks.

So that was twice this week — at least! — that they’ve rolled out to that building. I’m not nervous about next week at all, no. Why do you ask?

The sun and the sky and the clouds were putting on a great show for the ride home. We got in and sat out back and read for a bit, until the bugs came. The mosquitos outnumber us at least six-to-one, and we can also read indoors, which is what we wound up doing.

Before I went inside, I stopped by one of the hydrangeas. I love this part of the season for them. There’s so much character in the blooms, and they’re all so very different.

I’d like to think there’s a grand reason for that. Some epic story of success and minerals, trials and winds, and the way the rain drops land just so.

Maybe it has something to do with the sun or a bumpy part of the soil. Probably its just how the photosynthesis works on the thing, and how quickly or slowly some thing is going on in the root system.

These are all facing the morning sun, though, and what could make up that difference? Maybe its the fairies. Maybe it is plant energy. Maybe it is fairy energy.

Maybe each of these blooms has a different, but evolving, view of autumn.

One year, when I’m not busy, I’m going to watch that plant a lot more closely. It’ll be a photo study. We will figure this out.

Anyway, that’s enough for today. Happy Catober. Come back tomorrow for another great kitty photo. We’ll have a great time.


30
Sep 26

Coins from long ago and far away

My visit home last weekend led to seeing some old family treasures that, until recently, no one knew existed. A few notes, a newspaper clipping, some old photos, my grandparents’ high school diplomas and the like. All of this was stuffed into an old chocolate sampler box, neatly and carefully arranged in such a way that you could tell my grandmother had spend time with this. It would all only go back in the box in one particular way. The order of things almost as much a mystery as the contents. The box had been underneath this or that and was stumbled upon largely by accident, I’m told. You have to look through everything.

It’s funny, I have, for as long as I remember, wanted to discover something historically important. In my mind it, whatever it is, will be in a forgotten closet, tucked inside a box, under a blanket in an attic. It’ll be boring, the circumstance far outweighed by the relevance. I have always had this idea, I suppose. It has never occurred to me that what I’ve been imagining would be 75-year-old bits of paper that just fill in bits of the family story. It doesn’t need to be anything bigger than that, really. It had just never crossed my mind that that’s what it would be. It’s the thrill of finding the thing that is, well, thrilling.

Anyway, this was my mother’s discovery and she of course enjoyed seeing the old note cards that had verses her father used in his sermons. She enjoyed the little notes and of course the photos. But there was also a little felt pouch in that box, and inside that felt pouch there were some coins. We all liked that. I already showed you six mid-20th century Canadian pennies, but there were other coins, as well. Here they are now.

Canada made 8.6 million of these nickels. They are made of nickel. These may be worth six cents. They may be worth about 14 bucks.

But the ding above King George VI surely lowers the value here. The side with the bust of the king was designed by Thomas Humphrey Paget, an English designer and modeller. You can see his initials just below the king’s neck. He’d designed some sterling with King Edward’s likeness, but aside from a few test pieces it never made it into public hands before his abdication. He did other coins, too. including King Fasal II, of Iraq, and a Queen Elizabeth II for a commemorative Isle of Man issue in 1965. And though he died more than 50 years ago some of his work remains in circulation. He produced a likeness of the Duke of Edinburgh in 1970 that was used for a 2017 commemorative five pound coin.

The other side, the fun side, was designed by G. E. Kruger-Gray, who we learned about recently.

Small and inconsequential thing that it is, we’ve no idea why we have it. Someone brought back a Canadian nickel from somewhere and it’s been in this little bag inside a box for years and years.

That’s the case for this 1943 Newfoundland penny, as well. Now a Canadian province, of course, Newfoundland got self-government within the British Commonwealth in 1907. They held that until 1949, when they finally joined Canada. Lingering war and Depression effects helped motivate the move. Around the time this coin was struck about 322,000 people lived in Newfoundland and Labrador. The government commissioned 1.2 million of these pennies that year.

The side with the bust of George was designed by Percy Metcalfe, an artist and sculptor. He also designed a war memorial, and some important early 20th century pottery. He designed rupees for colonial India, the first coins for the Irish Free State in 1928. This crowned image of George figures into some civilian and military awards, and the flag of Malta. Metcalfe also designed the Great Seal of the Realm, and coins for Australia, Fiji, New Zealand, Iraq, Egypt, and more. It’s a full resume for a guy who spent part of the 1930s drawing car mascots. Some of his work was freshened up a bit and put on Euros in 2010.

The reverse side shows a pitcher plant in bloom. This was designed by Walter J. Newman. Born in London in 1909 to the son of a signmaker, he joined the British mint in 1927. He submitted this design to Newfoundland in 1938. He became the chief engraver of the Royal Mint in 1961, which was a chair apparently left vacant for more than a century prior. He worked on some important British medals, retiring in 1973. He died in 2001.

And this is a 1942 5 centesimi, an Italian nickel. The eagle is holding a fasces, from the Latin word fascis, meaning bundle. It is a bundle of wooden rods and, just seen here on the right, an axe. The fasces a symbol that pre-dates even the Romans, going back to the Etruscan civilization. It has generally been an image of the king’s power to punish his power, and later, a magistrate’s power and jurisdiction. The axe is an ancient Greek symbol. And if you’re wondering about the word fasces, yep. That’s the origin of the party name. Mussolini used the symbol, though 1942 was his last full year in national power.

Below the fasces is the crowned Shield of Savoy. It’s worn a bit on this coin, but the shield divides value at sides. The XX on the right is date in the fascist era. Below all of that is the name G Romagnoli. Giuseppe Romagnoli the engraver and medallist who made this thing. During his career in coin he also made currency for Albania and Somalia. He died in Rome in 1966.

On the other side of the coin is the rather worn likeness of Victor Emmanuel III, who ruled as king for the first 46 years of the 20th century. It was under his reign that Italy also colonized Libya, and annexed Trento and Trieste, completing the national unity of Italy. There was also the little problem with the growing Italian fascist movement.

The economy was weak, the people angry, and the voices stirring them up were virulent. (Stop me if you’ve heard this before.) After the National Fascist Party marched to Rome, the king appointed Mussolini as prime minister in 1922, and accepted the additional crowns of the Emperor of Ethiopia and the King of Albania in the 1930s. Italy got into World War II in 1940, and the king sacked Mussolini in 1943 when the Allies fought their way into Sicily, before signing an armistice in September of that year. He fled to a town in the boot heel of Italy after that. After the war he abdicated the throne to his son and soon went into exile in Egypt, where he died in 1947. In 2017, his remains were returned to rest in Italy. The Italians wanted nothing to do with monarcy. His son, Umberto II was the last king, serving for 34 days. He spent the rest of his life in exile in Portugal. Until 2002 no male descendant of the family was allowed on Italian soil.

And here’s the last one, a tax token issued by the state, starting in 1935. This one feels like a penny, but that wasn’t universal. Some of these tokens (not coins) were made of cardboard, metal, and other materials. A mill was equal to 1/10 cent.

This one seems to be made in 1937 or 1938. (The design varied pretty rapidly on these, which helps with identification.) They still use the unit as a property tax instrument, of course, but it’s just figured into your bill these days. This, which was worth half a penny, could be used to pay fractional taxes on smaller purchases. People would buy these separately and use them to pay a merchant the listed price and the amount of these that they needed for the price.

It was demonetized in 1948. They aren’t worth anything, really. You can pick them up by the handful in coin collector shops, apparently. I’ve never seen one before. I might need to try to pick some up sometime.

And that’s how it starts, I bet.

Except that’s how it ends. This is the end of the coins that were in a red velvet pouch in a small chocolate sampler box in the bottom of a stack of things in my grandparents house, a memory box found by chance and filled with family history.

In my organizational communication in sport class this evening we talked about storytelling. It seems a natural progression from branding, since we’re thinking of this from an organizational point of view. And after we’d talked about a couple of different styles of things, and a few different ways we might categorize people, I broke them into their franchise groups.

Each franchise had to analyze the players on their NFL fantasy types and organize them into the typologies we’d discussed earlier. At the end of class I had them present one of their players. I walked through all of the groups helping them figure it out, crystallize their thinking, questioning their choices and supporting their decisions. The premise was that Monday Night Football was coming to town and the show wanted the franchise’s help in figuring out who to feature in a pregame package. Each franchise had to pitch one guy, and explain why he’d be the right choice.

There are seven of these groups in the class. When everyone was ready, they each had to tell the room which one of the seven players would make for the best package. As the franchises discussed their choices I wrote down the names and details. And then came the nervy part. I’d just asked them to be their franchises and now I was asking them to imagine themselves as MNF producers. Let’s decide which of these seven suggestions would make for the best TV feature, and the winning pitch gets a few extra points.

But what if they don’t play along? (They always do.) I started reading the players names, asking for votes. But no one voted. First one player name, then two, and three. And I began to get nervous. By the time I named the fifth and six player maybe two hands had been raised for votes. When I said the seventh, final name, it was nearly unanimous. They’d played along after all. And, for what it was worth, I think they picked the right person for a feature story. Maybe that means I explained everything well during the lecture.

Next week we’ll start talking about fans.

This evening we tried a Mexican restaurant that’s right off campus. My lovely bride had a presentation to make and then a meeting and I had class and who wants to make food when you can walk one block and get what turned out to be some outstanding tacos al pastor? That was the first time we’d been to that place. I imagine we’ll go back.

I wonder if they can make change in old coins.


29
Sep 26

Yes, I put Rockwell in my slide deck

My car is wonderful. It is almost 20 years old, and aside from being hard on tires for a while, it has been great the entire time. I need to do a little regular maintenance, but every car needs that. This weekend I drove a newer car, and when we go somewhere in my wife’s car, I think about this story, which is on its third iteration, and still not bothering people enough. Your car’s data privacy problems are worse than you think<:

(R)esearchers from Northeastern University, in collaboration with Consumer Reports, published an in-depth examination of connected vehicle privacy behaviors. Utilizing nearly two dozen vehicles from CR’s test fleet, the team sought to answer critical questions: Which cars transmit data? Who receives it? Does it cross international borders? And what personally identifiable information is actually being exposed?

David Choffnes, project lead and former director of Northeastern’s Cybersecurity and Privacy Institute, said the goal was to reveal the sheer scale of modern vehicle data tracking and highlight how little visibility or control owners truly have over it.

“I think the conclusion is that there’s a lot to be worried about,” Choffnes said in an interview.

To get a complete picture, researchers analyzed 21 late-model vehicles from 19 brands currently sold in the US, along with 30 companion mobile apps linked to active vehicles.

Manufacturers, enthralled with selling you off something you bought from them, are happy to sell you out to advertisers, to your insurance company, and probably to anyone that asks. They’re counting on motorists to forget about this because they’ve got to get from A-to-B and, besides, Spotify connects easily.

This is going to be an opportunity for a company to offer some other option. I don’t need a touchscreen, I don’t need moodlighting, and I don’t need you to report my driving to anyone without context. (There’s a lot of crap in the road, and sometimes you just want to dodge it.)

If no one takes that part of the marketplace then we basically find ourselves in a loose-to-strict technological cartel.

I think of that for a lot of reasons. One of them is because, today. My office hours were interrupted because of a fire alarm. I dutifully gathered my things, trying to make a quick assessment of whether anything else in my office needed to go, just in case, and then walked down the six flights of stairs into a cement chamber merrily repeating the sheer trill of the fire alarm. Students stood on the sidewalk outside on three different sidewalks. Ours is a big building. Everything in the frame is the same building.

There is housing, a gym, some sort of offices, and a bunch of academic stuff in there. The alarm could be about anything, anywhere. Even still, I decided to stand on the opposite side of the street, even though there’s no smoke emerging from anywhere. After a few minutes, I walked over to where my class meets, and finished my

we started talking about surveillance in my digital media class. The students had to read a brief chapter about it. This becomes a curious part of the subject matter because they think they know about this. I used a cool slide-shattering transition for this one. No one laughed at the joke I’d prepared for it.

We start talking about databases and data mining and implicit data and, much like that car example, above, people don’t necessarily want to think about this all of the time. The platforms quite obviously count on that. It is within their best interests to be less than transparent and forthcoming, to allow you to think of the good, and not the potential. And so I put up this slide.

People, after all, just want to post their thing or see the thing that others posted. And, yet, they’re going to hear about various parts of this for about four meetings in a row.

We talked, among other things, about the new Meta Muse, and how it’s breaking rules and what that means, and … well, first I had to explain Meta’s Muse. What it presently is is a dangerous mess masquerading as a product that you have to use, because marketing.

It’s worth pointing out: no one needs that product, but the company absolutely needs to convince you otherwise. And we could, perhaps, say that about quite a few of these tools and toys.

After class I walked back over to my building. Happily, it was still standing. The fire trucks were gone, and people were moving about as normal. On the way, though, I walked by the statue, Contact. I wrote about it here. Then, last week, we looked a bit more closely at the couple’s hands.

Today, a quick study of the man’s jacket.

You have to love that texture. It’d be comfortable, and probably quite breathable. I am trying my best not to think that the artist, Seward Johnson, was leaving a code for one of his fans to find his secret, buried treasure.

I can tell you the code doesn’t say anything about looking inside these subjects pockets for the treasure. Realistic feeling as a lot of this feels, you can’t reach in the pockets. Or so I’ve heard.

But in looking at the code that we can’t crack at a glance, you might notice some interesting small details. He really nailed the wear on the jacket vent. I’m pretty sure most of my jackets look like this.

The jacket also has wide lapels, and an oversized pocket. And the man seems to have a bit of stubble on his face, which is almost tucked out of site. I know this isn’t for everyone, but it is easy to marvel at the detail put into this project.

We’re going to study the faces next week. But, for now, I have to do a bit of studying on what I’ll be discussing in class tomorrow. So, until then, keep your hands at 10 and 2, just in case your car is telling on you.