Tuesday


22
Mar 11

I have no quote for this space

Wrote a big long policy memo today. It was suggested we needed a new policy for a particular thing. The task fell to me. I eschewed the urge to write the thing in bullet points. Sometimes bullet points work very well. The aesthetic of bullet points is ruined, however, when the explanation that goes with the bullet runs onto a second line. And the problem with writing a policy on something or other is that they often run longer than one line.

So I started “Thou shalt not.”

Or I would have if I’d thought of it at the time.

Had lunch with Brian, where we enjoyed barbecue at Moe’s. We talked of home repair, website work and company trips. For example, did you know the new New York Times paywall, which is in effect in Canada and will soon go into effect in the United States with all of it’s many tiers — You want to talk about policy memos, how many did this plan take? — but the workaround has already been found.

They say there’s $40 or $50 million invested in this paywall, and it can be defeated by four lines of javascript:

That last bit gets at the issue: You can afford to let nerds game your system. You probably want them to game your system, because they (a) are unlikely to pay, (b) generate ad revenue, and (c) are more likely to share your content than most.

The danger is when it becomes easy for non-nerds to do it. And that’s the risk of any leaky paywall — the risk that you might calibrate the holes incorrectly and let too many of your would-be subscribers through. Something like NYTClean — or the many tools that will soon follow it — could be the kind of thing that tips the balance in a way that hurts the Times.

There are pluses and minuses to this system the New York Times is putting in place, as is the case with most anything. The more I read about it, though, the more I wonder where the $40-50 million went:

The full text of the article is still visible in the page source. And as I mentioned in responding to a commenter — and as is evident to anyone who can right-click on a page and choose “Inspect Element” — the overlay is nothing more than a little CSS and Javascript.

There has to be more to this, somewhere, or that just sounds borderline criminal.

So let’s review: you can use an applet, see a small amount per month for free or surf right in from Facebook or Twitter (@nytimes is an enabler) and the paper feels as if your eyes-to-ads will be worthwhile. You can simply click View–>Source and read it directly in the code. If you are the most faithful consumers, customers of the paper, you’ll be charged.

You couldn’t write that memo in bullet points. And it has the feel of a lot of memoists working through lots of drafts.

In the comments people are leaving even more suggested hacks. Information wants to be free. The readers seem to want it that way, too.

Today I learned that big moments in journalism include Jessica Simpson photographed in her underwear for a magazine cover, Brittney Spears pregnant and the Miley Cyrus photo shoot of ill-repute and Charlie Sheen’s contrived craziness.

I interjected with Watergate and the Pentagon papers, but was rebuffed by “Those things happened before we were born.” That’s the case for me too, of course, but apparently if it is older than you it doesn’t matter. And so with this as the platform for perspective, I chose the somewhat journalism-related death of Diana (the headline was hanging on the wall nearby), the introduction of color in the New York Times and so on.

So that was fun.

And then more office work and emails and phone calls and meetings and still more emails. It doesn’t seem like it should take the full day, but somehow it does. All good, gratifying, hopefully productive and hopefully useful. That’s what we all want out of a Tuesday, no?

May your Wednesday be equally gratifying.


15
Mar 11

“Oh, you meant with the Chex”

(Someone overheard me say that today and was apparently offended (or surprised). That was the one sentence I uttered, so they were offended without context, which is always amusing.)

So today we had breakfast at Barbecue House, where we could not yesterday. The place was more than slow late this morning. There were more people behind the counter than dining. But that’s Spring Break. The food is not taking off. Delicious as always.

The cable people had to come back out today. Last night we discovered a lot of pixelated programming had been recorded. There was a Les Mis special on PBS that The Yankee wanted to see and that was mangled so badly it hurt to watch. Shame, too, because what you could hear sounded great. And, then, the straw that broke the camel’s back was a ruined episode of 19 Kids and Counting. And you just don’t mess with the Duggars or they will show up and make you babysit.

So I walked out of the room for a moment to put a dish away and when I came back she was on the phone with the cable people, who helpfully booked an appointment for this afternoon, lest the Duggars hear about it and come visit the cable office.

And they mean business. Two guys came out today. Charter has been here so much, though, that they’re having to recycle techs. One of them had been here before.

He plugged up his tricorder to the cable, pronounced the numbers flatlined and then went outside to jiggle the wires, call a friend and have a sandwich. Do you really know what they’re doing out there? A second guy is inside and I am insistent that he explain everything to me — but in analogies I can understand (“So it is like water in a pipe, then?”) — and have no idea what the first guy is doing outside.

He comes back in after a few minutes with a few pieces of hardware in his hand. He has replaced some splitters. We now have the industrial strength Cabletronic 4000s, which is a step up from the 3000 series Crash-A-Lot model. It seems that we have now exhausted all of the possibilities for diagnosis, repair and replacement inside the house (they’ve been here approaching a dozen times in the last several months) and if this continues a systems tech will be airlifted in to examine things at the hub.

It sounds so ominous, but really, we’re just keen on a signal that plays audio and video, displays the channels for which we’re overpaying and keep a consistent Internet connection. (Though, to be fair, that last one hasn’t lately been a problem.)

They’re nice guys, these guys. They tell jokes. They notice the cat. We comment on the larger company and they spin tales about some of their better calls. The first guy plugged his tricorder back into the cable stream and found everything to be much better. Now we shouldn’t have a problem.

But there’s all kinds of problems you can have. Today I learned that, in addition to signal load, competing tech demands of phone/cable/Internet, rainwater and what your neighbors are watching, another thing that contributes to data transmission rates is temperature. It seems that when it is cold the insulation on the cable shrinks. That means less cable can get in your home. When the weather turns warm the insulation expands, letting cable in. When July gets here we’ll suddenly get a rush of things that couldn’t make it through in December, I suppose.

Drove to the grocery store for a few items today. We walked last night for two, drove today for two bags worth and yet we must still make the HEAP BIG trip sometime later this week. We think, though, we have this down to a science: farmers market for produce, Sam’s for poultry, Meat Lab for beef, sausage, eggs and bacon and Publix for everything else.

We planned this. We’re planners.

Saw a new item I hadn’t noticed before. I gave it a “Where have you been all my life?” moment:

Pebblecrisps

There is a coco version too, apparently, which just seems evil. Don’t ask why one is OK, but another is not. I enjoyed more than my share of kid’s cereal (and still do on occasion) but the chocolate ones always seemed a bit over the top. Except for Cookie Crisp. There’s nothing wrong with that cereal except for their odd character erasures.

Speaking of cereal being erased. I read recently that Cap’n Crunch was going to walk the plank. (And now, who knows? Sad as that is, they’re just pulling on your heartstrings with the old graphic treatments:

Crunch

Went to the Jule Collins Smith Museum of Fine Art tonight to see the documentary Awake, My Soul, which is about the oldest surviving form of American music: Sacred Harp.

It is an intriguing thing, mostly southern and western — which makes a great deal of sense as spelled out in the documentary — but growing across the country and, in several other countries as well. Most everyone interviewed for the documentary lives in Alabama or Georgia, however. They’re all very passionate and it makes for a nice documentary.

Raymond Hamrick, the first gentleman you see in the trailer has a great story, and is a marvelous storyteller. Doesn’t hurt, then, that he has been a prolific composer in the genre. He’s still working, in his 90s, six days a week in a jewelry shop in Georgia.

The history, reaching back to pre-Revolutionary America, was nicely explained. It moves into the work and perception of those who brought it to this generation and then those who would be the prominent contemporary leaders. In the midst of all that are the lost bridge between the 19th Century and those very aged devotees. Somewhere in all of that nostalgia and hope and loss all mingle together, powered by this incredible, powerful sound.

Much of this documentary makes sense to me, or anyone that’s ever been to a primitive style church in the South. I’ve never been to a Sacred Harp singing and I don’t know these people, but I know these people. The documentary touched on the people in this singing community that had died before or during the recording. There was a shot or two that lingered on some old lady, and then a comment by an old gentleman who’d lost his wife and those just sat on the room for a while, until the next joke came along.

Matt Hinton, one of the filmmakers, was there for a Q&A. No one asked why he didn’t put a joke immediately after the most solemn moment of the film, but they should have. Instead, he fielded very intelligent questions for about half-an-hour. One of his central points is the participatory nature of this style, as compared to the performance-based styles of modern music. That becomes quickly evident in his film.

I came home to dinner, a baseball game (Auburn beat Alabama 2-1, in Montgomery’s Capitol City Classic) and two other anecdotes that I’m keeping for tomorrow. You have to come back now.


8
Mar 11

Just two pictures

C130

C-130 on approach into Maxwell Air Force Base. This is shot from the hip, with my phone, on the interstate and not even looking at the screen. A moment later another one came in from a slightly different approach.

SamfordFlag

Samford flies this flag whenever their teams win. And the women’s basketball team won big, claiming the SoCon tournament title and their first ever appearance in the NCAA tournament. Good for them.


1
Mar 11

The thing I didn’t do, outweighed by the things I did

I was supposed to do a little video for the site today, being the first of the month and all. But I forgot, and will forever blame the jump from the 28th to the 1st. Sure, I’ve experienced this dozens of time in my life, always at the same time of year, arriving with rote predictability. That doesn’t mean I’ve accurately predicted it.

Take my watch, for example. It is from an American-owned company. It runs on kinetic energy. It is powered from Swiss components using Japanese machinery. I must still remind it to make the leap from 28 to 1.

So there’s no video to start off the month. Just as well. The purpose of those videos is to have a little fun and take about 10 minutes shooting the thing(s) that will characterize the new month. I’m not sure how to show studying, writing and fretting over proposals and defenses any differently than I did in January. (It was artful, go back and check it out.)

Here’s my month. Later I’ll defend the now legendary comprehensive exams. And then I’ll be writing on my dissertation proposal, which will hopefully be completed next month. There’s also work and teaching and grading and getting ready for the spring conference season and wonderful, glorious Spring Break. (Which will, no doubt, be filled with many of the preceding things.) And that’s March. Aside from calendars and stacks of notes and books … there’s just not a fun video there. On the other hand this will require something extra creative to shoot for April.

Today, then. My class visited Intermark Group, which is one of the public relations/advertising firms in town. I studied in the doctoral program with the wife of the CEO. Very nice people. This class takes a few trips — we’ve done a local television station and later we’ll do a magazine publisher — and it gives the young students an idea of what all is out there in the profession. They had a really nice visit today because the people at Intermark are so accommodating and enthusiastic about their work.

The students met one of their interactive guys, two of their media staffers (including a Samford graduate), a traditional PR practitioner, a social media expert, the senior creative guy and some of the nice folks in their video studios who walked them through how they produce commercials and things. It was a good tour.

Also, they have an Airstream inside.

Airstream

And so it was that the first picture of the third month of the year of our Lord 2011 found on this site was a vintage restored recreational trailer which has been outfitted as a conference room. Our host said that whenever anyone wants to do a story on the place they want to talk about the Airstream. Whenever clients come they want to meet in the Airstream.

Wouldn’t you?

They also have a section of wooden bleachers where they do their large group work. She said they came from a local elementary school, but I could have sworn they were from my high school. Gave me a shiver just thinking about it.

And then it was back to the office as the student-journalists put together their newspaper. I started grading. I’m officially one-half caught up there, working my way through the mound of assignments that came in while I was off campus last week. I’ll make it through the rest tomorrow.

I could shoot a 30-second video of a red ink pen. No? April, then.


22
Feb 11

Two down

I wrote 14 pages for my second day of comprehensive exams.

I mentioned this on Facebook and the professor who gave me the question — she is a wonderful lady and a terrific inspiration; if I could be half as talented and successful and hardworking as her I’d be more than thrilled — liked my status.

I’m taking that as having passed the question. No need to spend any more time considering it!

And now I have two more days to go. Now the fun, hard, sleepy stuff begins.

Keep ’em crossed!