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This is the Indiana State Museum. I walked by it on my way to a journalism conference today. The building was built entirely of local materials – including limestone, sandstone, steel, brick and glass. Each of the state’s 92 counties are represented by icons on the exterior walls.
But I went to a one-day journalism conference and said about three things. Also, I shivered a bit, because it was cold. Maybe I should have just gone to the museum.
The day after election night coverage is always a long one. I mentioned last night the first election I covered. It was a late night, well after midnight, before I was done. The next election I covered I slept for about two hours in my car. They are long, fascinating days full of interesting work. But the following Wednesday is a different, more exhausted experience.
Last night I paused in the IDS newsroom to check in their coverage. That’s an incredible paper. Here’s their front page today:
While the students worked late into the night last night, Ernie Pyle, was banging out copy early this morning:
And this evening Allie is still busy exploring all over:
Well, that was something.
Election night was a big deal in our new building on campus. We had live reports from the public television station, various political panels and all kinds of working student media. And, of course, on the big screen, we watched all of the national and international coverage. And at one point I looked up and I saw one of our students reporting on statewide television. That’s the young lady on the right:
She did a nice job, because she’s a talented reporter. We expect big things.
Elsewhere, the reporters at the IDS, the ridiculously successful campus newspaper, were planning tomorrow’s layout:
And in the newsroom they were waiting for numbers to roll in:
Meanwhile, over in a few of our production booths we had students doing a talk show on WIUX, the student radio station.
And of course my friends at IUS-TV had an election special tonight as well. You can see that right here:
The first election I covered, I was also in college. I wrote a story about the election of a new congressman — he would go on to become a two-term governor and when I interviewed him they were still whooping and hollering in the background — and a junior U.S. senator. That was a pretty great opportunity, and it set me off on a few great years of political news coverage. And me and my peers didn’t have the possibilities afforded to us to these young reporters. Imagine what they might do in the next 15 or 20 years.
Autumn is here. Too soon for me, but too late for others. I hear about it, believe me. It makes for good elevator fodder and faux-angst. It is all the Southerner’s fault, and so on.
But the roses are still blooming at the house:
So there’s that.
I struggled my way through a 10K on Saturday. Here was our path:
That was at the beginning, in about the last moment this particular run felt good. About two-thirds of the way through, though, my feet numbed up and I was able to run a slight bit better. And this was my view at that moment:
And right about here was when I realized I needed to get new shoes … to replace the brand new sneakers I’m running in right now. I suppose not every pair of even the same model of Saucony is the same. Let’s just blame the fallen leaves:
There’s that moment in a fair amount of my runs where I’d like to be done, but I have to get back to the house or the car. This was that moment. When you go for a low-angle shot on your run, your run is pretty much over:
It is a lovely little leaf turn, though:
It wasn’t a brick workout because I had to fire off yet another flurry of emails in between, but after my bike ride we went for a quick three-mile run. Still, enjoyed this tree’s color.
This is at the top of the neighborhood, so it was the little run up the hill, right about where you start to question the decision to run today, that I saw that tree.
