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journalism / links / photo / podcast / Wednesday — Comments Off on Things I’ve found and things I’d forgotten I’d found
16
Sep 15

Things I’ve found and things I’d forgotten I’d found

Today I was eating one of those fruit bowls, the sort you get pre-cut and ready to eat from the produce section. Munching away in the office and I come across this:

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That’s one big grape.

Things I’ve also come across recently include the announcement that Esquire has gone completist with their Classic site. Eight decades of content are now online. Here’s some heart-rending media, the boyfriend of murdered TV reporter makes emotional return to anchor chair. Here’s something I wrote earlier this week. It is a review of a documentary. It was not good.

And a podcastI recorded with the editor of The Anniston Star:

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Auburn / football / photo / Tuesday — Comments Off on The new scoreboard
15
Sep 15

The new scoreboard

Everyone seems to have opinions about this, and they seem to vary widely.

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I think an excellent promotion would be to superimpose an old version of the scoreboard on the screen every week. The previous scoreboard is supered here, supposedly at a 1:1 ratio. Of course, the one on display would get smaller and more basic each week. We’d see more sky and moving clouds behind it. And, after a few more weeks, there wouldn’t even be a screen to look to, just an actual scoreboard.

Crowd watching on the screen is going to be a lot of fun and the production team does a nice job of hustling around and showing all sorts of people. It’s pretty amusing, if there’s no football on at the moment. Not that you really need the screen to see football. But it is big.

cycling / links / Monday / photo — Comments Off on Chasing the Trek
14
Sep 15

Chasing the Trek

This weekend I chased The Yankee for 42 miles. She started before me and I had to catch her. I knew the route and I knew she had a big head start. That was the game we played. A game we used to play when I could catch her more often. It took me about 31 miles to find her.

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I’m not sure which I liked more, the mile where I averaged 22.6 or the earlier mile where I paced 23 miles per hour. I can do that on the right terrain, just long enough, for about two-and-a-half-minutes, to wonder what it would be like to do that over an entire ride, no matter the terrain. Terrain and topography being relative terms for where we ride. My app says I climbed only 1,700 feet during that ride.

I know people at Delta State. That campus had already had a weird and tough enough year before a senseless tragedy such as this. Later in the day we learned those particular people were safe.

A review, something I wrote:

Unless you are a Ricardo Louis or Chris Davis completist, you probably can skip the new “Miracles on the Plains,” which does not fit into the group of excellent documentaries. There are several reasons.

It goes on like that for about 635 more words.

Friday / photo / Twitter — Comments Off on It seems to me
11
Sep 15

It seems to me

I had this thought that you can look at the moving sun — or us moving around it, if we need to be precise — in a couple of different ways. The early evening version goes: Do you see it as a miracle of daybreak? Or do you see it as a trust, that this thing is coming back tomorrow?

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I have no idea what that means, really. It could be a half-empty, half-full formulation. It could be a Rorschach test. It could be nothing at all. You get lost in the wonder of the sun and how it looks and how it feels and the impressiveness of fusion. That’s a miracle. Or you see it and soak up the sun and know it’ll be back. That’s trust.

But everybody feels that way about Saturday on a Friday, right?

A great look at that historic first pitch that President George W. Bush offered at the beginning of the 2001 World Series. Great little documentary.

An old classmate of mine was too kind:

football / I do not know what is happening. / photo / running / Samford / Wednesday — Comments Off on The paper, a panorama, a pared piece of perspiration
9
Sep 15

The paper, a panorama, a pared piece of perspiration

I forgot to include this the other day. I took this picture during my Monday ride, when I was happily headed up the wrong road to somewhere I hadn’t intended to visit. Every now and then I find some place where the topography and the surroundings can trick you, offering this weird feeling that you’re on the top of the world.

This was one of those place. I figured a panorama would be an appropriate way to try to capture a small bit of the feeling.

Panorama

Click to embiggen, and then add this sensation to the list of things a simple photograph can’t convey. And let us also acknowledge how weird that entire premise is considering you’re at about 700 feet above sea level if you’re standing on that road side. Weird, I know, but it happens.

Today:

This is a first issue and, as first issues go it is pretty nice. We had our weekly critique meeting this evening and if this is their starting point, I told them that I think they’ll be pleased with where they wind up this year.

It stormed here again today, a big, loud, angry, demonstrative thing. I wanted to go have a big run, but the lightning was in the way. So I went to the gym, where there is an elevated indoor track. Only the football team had taken over that gym because of the storm. Some of their gyms were using part of the track. So I sat and watched them for a while.

There’s only so much you can do in terms of football practice on a basketball court, it turns out. But the coaches kept their spirits high and the players focused and they had some walk throughs and practiced some specific scenarios that they expect to encounter down the line. At the end of it all they huddled together and the head coach, Chris Hatcher, told the team how many lightning strikes were in the area. I’d like to look up that National Weather Service number for myself.

Then I ran two miles, thinking this part of life has gotten a little odd. “Two miles is a disappointment. Oh well, make up for it tomorrow.” And then realize, I’m looking forward to that.

I do not know what is happening.

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