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6
Apr 20

Look at my pretty pictures

How was your weekend? You just had one. Did you notice that? I notice my weekend by three things. Friday as afternoon turns into the evening I have a little ceremony and close my email. Then, that same night, I have an even better ceremony which culminates me in turning off the alarm so it doesn’t go off on Saturday morning. That’s how I know the weekend is here. For lunch on Saturday we go get Chic-fil-A. These days it is strictly a drive thru affair. Three weekends ago we sat in the restaurant, and it was almost empty and odd. The change was coming, and we all knew we were in the midst of it, even if we weren’t quite yet sure what that might be.

Now the young people are standing in the drive thru wearing gloves and hanging out near hand sanitizer and it is certainly different. But at least they are still able to work, and at least we are able to get a sandwich, and at least it is one indicator of the weekend.

So how was yours?

Let’s check in on the cats. Phoebe found herself a new spot on which to sit:

And since we’ve had a bit of sun lately we’re opening more curtains and she’s finding more spots.

Poseidon … I must give him this. When he knocks things over, he owns it.

I wasn’t even in the room when he decided the cup that was on the kitchen island should be on the kitchen floor. I thought The Yankee had come downstairs and had dropped something, so I wasn’t in a big hurry to go check out the sound. When I got into the kitchen a few moments later, he was patiently waiting to be found out.

More flowering trees I saw on my Saturday run:

It was five miles, but the run itself was nothing special. I slowed down, I told myself, to enjoy the sunshine and the warm day. And the budding trees:

And there was a fast ride this evening, which was of the Monday variety, I think.

I even threw in a nice long sprint just at the end, to finally pass her. (She didn’t know we were racing, which has a lot to do with why I won the spring.

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3
Apr 20

Ride and ride faster

After work today — and I did work today, there were meetings and emails and planning and executing some things, even if it was not at a pace one is accustomed to — it was time for a …

… time trial? We found a route just outside of town, parked at the local winery, which is closed and empty, and did four loops on a flat course where all the roads looked like this, for the entirety of the 27 miles. We were riding on frontage roads on either side of the highway, but I think I was passed by four cars. For the sake of comparison, one other cyclist passed me.

But it all looked like this, empty and quiet, which is why I was taking one-handed photos at about 25 miles per hour.

Which is where I was riding in that particular area of the course. It was the fastest mile on the course for me and, having noticed that the first three times through, I knew that’s where I was taking my picture, just so I could actually suggest I was fast, on this one part of the full course.

It’s a good course. I suspect we’ll be back a few times this year, just to chart our progress.

The gardens at the winery are quite lovely. And since no one was there, and we were outside and it was a joy to do it, we took about 10 minutes of indulgent photographs before loading the bikes back on the car.

I like to imagine these are ruins, and not just lawn decorations:

So … big weekend plans?


2
Apr 20

More evidence of spring

Standing in the sunshine in the backyard and feeling fine.

It’s a sentence I should be saying all the time now. But the weather here isn’t as predictable as all that. Nice to enjoy this today, though. Here’s one of our flowering trees:

I like leaves, but we’ve waited this long, dear new friend, why not let the blooms have the spotlight a bit longer?

I wonder what it means when the style and the stigma are different colors on the same branch, never mind the same tree.

Whoever planted this tree, I thank you. Wish you’d put in an entire lawn of them.

We’re due another fine day of weather tomorrow. That’ll be two in a row. Wonders, friends, never cease. Sometime they just take a while to arrive is all.


1
Apr 20

Tonight on #IUZoomington

Since I was just yesterday briefly opining about why some bike rides are better than others, I won’t do the same again as it pertains to today’s bike ride, which will definitely be categorized as among the others. The why was actually known, today, however. The Yankee said “Let’s go find some hills,” and that is why that ride was hard and it was slow.

And also cold, which is what you want out of April Fools Day: no jokes and an almost bitter chill.

This evening I held a Zoom chat, #IUZoomington we’re calling them, with my old friend Chris Pollone. You’ve seen him on NBC stations around the country, as he is a national correspondent and a producer for the network. We all worked in Birmingham at the same time, and he’s very generous with his time. It’s one of the great things about this business: people are always willing to do this sort of thing:

Students who took part in the discussion, I think, learned a great deal from a pro’s pro. I’m going to try to have weekly #IUZoomington sessions with broadcasters through the rest of the semester. It’s not the same, but it could be helpful to those who want to take part.

Of course, after the fact, being TV nerds we talked about how we could have all added monitors to make over-the-shoulder graphics and such.

This was … let me count now … my seventh or eighth or so professional Zoom. I’ve had a few people join me in classes this way and conducted a few interviews this way, but now we’re all experts in the format, or soon will be. That total doesn’t count the occasional video chat with friends, of course. Somehow they’re the same, but different.

I wonder how everyone else’s dynamics work. Obviously, for a more formal meeting style the roles can be pretty clear — and there’s a lot of listening and waiting.

What if the circumstances are different? What if it is like this, a more casual setting? If you are the supposed host do you feel the need to keep the conversation moving? I feel as though I need to have two open-ended questions ready to go at all times. It’s a party host function, I guess. I invited you here, and so I must make sure this doesn’t devolve into something wasteful. If you’re an invitee, though, do you bring more of a reaction-style to your computer screen? No board games necessary, right?

It’s flat, a coworker said, and you can see that. Everyone is just beginning to figure out the dynamics, I suppose. But it’s almost as good as being there, and you don’t have to drive home afterward, or clean up everyone’s dishes when they leave. Is it allowed to have a a nice show-and-tell? Maybe that becomes weird. I think there’s a cat show for cat people in this format. I also want, even in these basic chats, for there to be multiple camera angles and graphics (I’m making my own out of paper and tape.) and games on the screen. What would liven up a chat more than a handful of Connect Four games you’re playing against each person in the room?

You know what would? Custom backgrounds. And that’s where I’ll be spending some of my time later this week, making more of them.


31
Mar 20

Still a few leftover pictures

We’re going back to our roots!

When I took that photo I thought, Wow, that’s a lot of roots. But, somehow, it seems like less now. Maybe that’s a compression of the whole scene into a computer monitor rather than the several square feet of ground the tree’s lateral branches. Maybe I was just impressed by being outside.

This was a sad sight.

In the background you can see a field where, in happier times, soccer and football and whatever else is played by the little kids. It’s a nice park floating just above the nearby middle school, surrounded by a quiet walking path. But there can be no swinging, and no monkeying around on the monkey bars. The climbing parts have been fenced in. There were still a few kids playing in that field, however.

This was from our bike ride yesterday, which was a nice and easy ride.

I don’t know why some days are nice and easy, and others feel like the most inept demonstration of human ability possible. But in that little ride, I established four new PRs on various segments and felt about as strong as seems likely, so it was the former.

You would think the sport, at the professional levels at least, would have caught up to science on this, but no. We are left to acknowledge that, sometimes, we have good legs. And then, other times, we resign ourselves to realizing we don’t have good legs, we merely have meatsicles that just hang there and feet that pedal squares. Sometimes it is a demonstration of physical grace and power and ease. Other times that fish that doesn’t need a bicycle could do it better than you. And that’s always the day when you see people you know out on a ride of their own.