Tuesday


13
Jan 15

Adventure Antigua

We took a bus across the island, driven by a nice older gentleman named Myson. He told us all about his homeland and promised us a great day, of which we would enjoy every minute — or need professional medical help.

We went kayaking in some of the calm waters of the island which are protected my mango trees. We saw starfish, sea cucumbers, urchins and jellyfish. We took a boat ride out to a place to snorkel, stood on top of a small island staring out into the crashing Atlantic Ocean, got misted on by waves and boat spray, fought currents to swim a bit and then took the boat back to where our kayak adventure started.

And then Myson arrived to take us back to the cruise ship. The transmission in his bus died. We drove all the way across the island in second gear.

Apparently letting it coast and then popping the clutch is an American thing.

Great island experience, Myson was right — excite for the parts where he was scaring us to death.

starfish

urchin

The view from Great Bird Island, Antigua:

Great Bird Island

Great Bird Island

In between bouts of sea spray:

Selfie


6
Jan 15

Sea day

Another day on a cruise ship with no immediate destination, he said to himself before his first cruise, seemed silly or even boring. Now, a grizzled cruise veteran — and doesn’t that sound odd and incongruous? — I admit I look forward to them most of all. I look forward to the sea days the most. Today was one. We took a tour, and met this guy:

chef

Today’s video:

Tonight’s desserts:

dessert

dessert


30
Dec 14

Travel day

We made it home just before midnight, too tired and too hungry for the usual “Huzzah for home!” public sentiments. I was not, however, so tired as to have the terrible “Am I more hungry than tired? Or more tired than hungry debate?”

Throw a soup in the microwave, unload the car, eat the soup while fending off the angry/relieved cat who is demanding, in equal parts, all of your attention and all of your soup. The common post-holiday tale.

Before all of that, though, my mother-in-law’s friend came over for a multimedia presentation. It seems she is interested in visiting Peru at some point in the near future. It just so happens that my lovely wife has just returned from Machu Picchu. She took a lot of great pictures, which you can see here. They camped on the Camino Inca Inca Trail for three days, working their way up to the 15th century site. The short version: Beautiful, great, hardest thing she’s ever done.

I think she talked the family friend into a Peruvian vacation. Check out those pictures and you’ll want to go. And the good news is, you can just take a train ride direct to Machu Picchu. But if you do, the hiking campers may judge you. Or so I’ve heard.

We hit our favorite little Italian restaurant after the slideshow, here’s my best girl now:

Ren

Back to the in-laws’ home, then, wrapped up the backing, loaded the car and off to visit some more people. Hugs and kisses and more assertions that “You should come visit!” and then off to the airport.

The holidays always bring about the strategic planning of what to bring and what to ship. What is the temperature differentiation? What am I going to need right away? When we checked in both of our bags were just under the 50-pound limit. Hers was 48 and mine was 49. We’re getting good at that. I carried a smaller roller with most of our presents inside.

At the security checkpoint I met a new TSA agent who still cared. He was conversational, but quiet. He had the patter down, but the patter didn’t yet have him down. While he waited on the pat down scanner to make sure my jeans weren’t explosive, he said he changes gloves for each freedom grope. The way he said it suggested that wasn’t the protocol. I asked him how many he goes through a day.

About 140, he said. And that’s his job.

So the real winners here are those glove manufacturers, and the people advertising in the bottom of the personal belonging trays.

Some shots from the plane. I’m guessing this is either Plymouth Meeting or Lancaster, Pennsylvania. But you can’t really read the street signs at night:

plane view

No idea where this is:

plane view

And this is coming into Atlanta:

plane view

So we landed and everyone demonstrated their zeal to leave the plane by standing up immediately. That took a good long while — it always does when you stand up while the plane is still on the runway — but then off the plane and down to the airport tram. We caught that just as the doors opened. We made it to baggage claim just as our 50-pounders where falling down the conveyor belt. We walked out to the shuttles just as ours was loading up. An Army veteran took credit for making the driver wait for us. The shuttle was full, I stood in the aisle with the luggage, but we got back to the hotel we used as a park-and-fly. The car was there. We loaded up and turned right to the interstate and then headed home with open, clean, dry roads rolling off into the inky night.

It was an easy trip home, then, wrapping up a nice trip away.

Tomorrow I’ll tell you about one of the new books I got over the holidays.


23
Dec 14

Let’s talk about this guy

Do you notice the problem of symmetry in the following photo?

plane

The pilot comes on to say this curtain — and that’s basically what it is, think of the heaviest curtain you’ve ever seen in a 1960s-70s time capsule home and you’re pretty close — is regarded by the FAA as an essential piece of equipment. And it would need to be replaced.

“Those first class folks don’t need to know you’re back there,” basically.

This after four hours of driving, rain and the mindless inanity of the TSA.

One blue shirt, I promise this is a true story, said to me “We’re just a little short handed tonight is all.”

A guy with a badge in a blue shirt said this to me in the world’s busiest airport on the night before Christmas Eve.

After 20 minutes or so of waiting for my freedom rub I eschewed the silliness of the whole thing, figuring, “Hey, at least the mysterious backscatter disease will get here faster than these people.”

In that time, people are just telling them “Oh, I’m 75,” and they get passed right through. There is a woman who has a singular job, yelling, in vain as it turns out, for opt outs. She puts her whole soul into it, bleating out her nasally phrase every six minutes or so, whether anyone comes or not.

And did you know a handkerchief can stymie the new security equipment?

I learned that safety tidbit tonight, talking with another exasperated blue shirt who was so decidedly going through the motions you wanted to ask him how far away his supervisor was just then.

So, yeah, this was what you then wanted to see for an hour:

plane

Which is not fair. I timed it. The elapsed time from this gentleman bringing the new essential curtain onto the plane until he put his tools away was just over 14 minutes. The delay caused by it, mind you, was about an hour. This on top of a scheduling delay because of mid-air logistics elsewhere. Also, there’s weather coming in.

And this thing is broken. We were just about the first ones on the plane and saw it hanging dangerously close to failure, threatening to let the two classes of passengers mix without regard to proper aeronautical decorum. And so they took it down, the announcement was made and they scrounged up another from somewhere. Meaning there’s a room in the airport with these things in them.

Somehow, this is how you know you aren’t in the Matrix. That would just sort of pop right into place without you every consciously realizing why, the glitch in the Matrix from which you would benefit. Not us, though, not tonight.

It was decided, at one point, that this was a weight-bearing curtain. Why else could it be essential? And if that doesn’t make you want to drive everywhere, you’re a braver traveler than I.

But let’s talk about this guy. Everyone is staring at him. He’s struggling with the essential equipment. There’s a flight attendant holding this flashlight. Passengers are trying to “help.” The captain, who clearly has places to be, has come back to inspect the progress. And this poor guy knows everyone is watching him and they all want to be anywhere but on this tarmac, still. And he would like to have Christmas too.

I feel for the guy.

Meanwhile:

plane

But we made it. One more destination safely reached. More lovely people to see. More snacks and Christmas cheer to pace ourselves on. One more misuse of the word “legendary.”

“Sit back, relax and enjoy our legendary Delta cabin service.”

Tell me another one, Santa.


16
Dec 14

Where I amend my reindeer antler policy

Enjoy the Glomerata post I put up earlier today? Have you been checking out the Battle of the Bulge map posts? I’ve got about two more weeks of those, tracing my great-grandfather’s time in Europe.

I woke up this morning and did one of my favorite things, which is sit with breakfast, or tea or both, and read. I got a lot of reading in this morning and then we did some paperwork errands this afternoon.

I drove The Yankee to Target and she picked up two shirts. We walked down the street to a store called Ulta, which is not missing an R from the sign. I’m not sure I knew this store existed until this afternoon, but then I’m so rarely on the cosmetics market these days.

We picked up grain and sourdough bread at the grocery store. I remembered we needed some eggs, so I hustled to the back corner and got the six-pack container. The first one I opened had a busted egg, which reminded me of my best poultry story. I told it to my lovely wife and the cashier at the front of the store. One of them found it funnier than the other, but they both smiled politely.

We saw this car. Now, ordinarily, I’m not a fan of the reindeer antlers, but I’m willing to change this stance. The rule now is this: if you put those things in your windows, you must commit to the giant red nose on the hood of your car.

Red Nosed Mercedes

We had a dinner guest tonight, one of our sweet friends who brought a soup and stayed for brownies and a movie and uses the word “assuaged” correctly. It was a lovely evening.

Things to read

I remember waking up on this December morning in a full sweat. It was unseasonably warm. That afternoon we watched the F-4 tornado ravage Tuscaloosa, just 35 miles away, on television. That night, up the road in Birmingham, I drove home under the largest snowflakes I’ve ever seen in the South. It was a tragic and weird day. Celebration Of A Life Saved

Many of your remember this remarkable photo by Michael E. Palmer that was in the Tuscaloosa News, the day after the December 16, 2000 EF-4 tornado that killed 11 people. Michael Harris carries an unconscious Whitney Crowder, 6, through debris in Bear Creek Trailer Park after the tornado passed through. Whitney’s father and 15-month-old brother were killed in the tornado.

That post is two years old, when young Whitney was graduating from high school. It was a nice bookend to that tale.

So these two guys are political activists. They represent different parties and they are brothers. They were on C-SPAN to promote this documentary about the weird dynamic all of that creates. They got into a political name-calling debate and then the show started taking phone calls. Then … well, just watch and see:

This is worth a read. Former AP Reporter: I Didn’t Leave Journalism, It Left Me

A journalist for more than 40 years, Mark Lavie was based in Jerusalem for most of them and then in Cairo for two – during the “Egyptian Revolution.”

Lavie is no longer a journalist.

But he didn’t leave the profession, “it left me,” Lavie says.

Now Lavie is speaking out in as many fora as possible. He seeks to alert the public about the dramatic difference between what journalism used to be – and still pretends to be – and what it actually is.

Meanwhile, in Sweden, Advertisers Will Pay Up To 40% More For TV Sponsorship Deals Linked To Social Media, Says TV4

“It means that we need to work with story-telling on digital platforms, and that we need to engage and potentially also reward our users,” she said. “This is obviously very interesting for us, both from our perspective, and also from a commercial perspective, in terms of what we can offer our advertisers on these platforms.”

Lundell said that TV4’s experiments with extending linear TV formats into the social media sphere had shown that “you need to pay more than for ordinary sponsorship – and advertisers are prepared to do that. So, yes, we’re making money.”

The first thing I thought when she said “work with story-telling on digital platforms” was wondering why plots of scripted shows aren’t continued on other platforms. You already see supplemental webisodes of some of your more engaged shows, why not story arcs on Instagram?

First there was ESPN, the movie channels, last month it was CBS and now … Up To Speed: NBC to jump into live-streaming

This is solid. 5 tips for streaming live video from a smartphone

Livestreaming video from a mobile phone is a way for journalists to get footage which may not be possible to film with more traditional broadcast equipment.

“There are sometimes these stories where you don’t want a big camera crew, you want to try and keep a relatively low profile, in riots, in public disorder, or in places where you need to be sensitive,” Sky News correspondent Nick Martin told Journalism.co.uk.

“You can use that technology which is smaller and more compact to still get what you want to, but not [have] all the big crew considerations that we have.”

Media organisations such as ABC News have also started looking at mobile livestreaming as a developing part of their video programming.

For journalists who want to incorporate video streaming into their work …

As I told a colleague this evening, within the next year or two we’ll likely say if you’re not doing video with almost everything, you’re going to find yourself behind.

That’s why I spent the better part of my Saturday night building up video templates for future projects.