Tuesday


19
Oct 10

“One of those”

Have you ever considered what it really means to say “One of those days”? Is “those” a universal word? Maybe your reference and mine are different.

Perhaps you’re one of those people whom life gives you hard luck types, where you hear that expression, gauge it among the things that have happened to you on those days and thought “Oh, he must have been on a ferry that sang to the bottom of the lake, lost his car, was forced to swim out while fighting panicked passengers and exotic, invasive animals in the water. And then he lost it all in junk bonds.”

Maybe you’re one of those who enjoys perfection daily. When you hear about those days you just assume they had to carry their own groceries to the car, and the driver took the day off.

I had one of those days today, only my days like that are never bad, really. Things are merely not as convenient as I’d like, maybe, or the traffic isn’t especially cooperative on the day I got a late start on things. So I’m not going to use that expression anymore, because as I said it I thought That’s a silly list of things to complain about.

Today was majors day on campus, where all the departments set up table outside by one of the beautiful fountains. The breeze blows the handsome displays over, the water oak leaves spiral out of the trees and into our conversations and we all talk about our curriculum, the opportunities inside and the job prospects. Students who haven’t declared a major can see them all in one day if they want too.

So the late morning and the early afternoon was recruiting. And then emailing. The late afternoon was teaching, and then a sales meeting. And then I read while the student-journalist worked on this week’s paper. They are a quiet bunch tonight.

Journalism links: A Knight Foundation grant is going toward mobile transparency, via Sunlight Data apps:

“The Sunlight Foundation seeks to promote greater access to data from federal agencies for use at the national, state and local levels, said Ellen Miller, cofounder and executive director of the Sunlight Foundation. “These new apps will give the public unprecedented access to critical information that will bring us a step closer to closing the transparency gap in Washington.”

So you’re a reporter. You’re covering a senate candidate (at a function hosted at a local school) You work for a publication that isn’t exactly adversarial to the candidate. The candidate doesn’t want to answer questions about his previous experience in a public job. The candidate’s security, not police, but private security, handcuffs you. The police have to come and secure your release. Sound familiar? The new development in this bizarre Alaskan story is that the security included off-duty military. This story might not end well.

Shifting gears, been to France lately? Now is not a good time:

Americans arriving in Paris these days will notice that France’s planes, trains and automobiles are all being slowed or stopped by nationwide protests over President Nicolas Sarkozy’s proposal to raise the retirement age by … all of two years. Protesters are blockading refineries; truckers clog the roads, and yesterday air-traffic controllers walked off the job. Hundreds of schools around the country are closed, leaving students free to declare their solidarity with pensioners.

Sarkozy’s reform is intended to shore up France’s public pension system, which faces a $45 billion shortfall. But this modest reform, which has passed the lower house and is scheduled for a vote in the Senate this week, is merely a downpayment on France’s unfunded liabilities.

The larger issue is whether France and other Western nations will grapple with their entitlement obligations before it’s too late or sink under their weight.

Meanwhile, here at home:

New numbers posted today on the Treasury Department website show the National Debt has increased by more than $3 trillion since President Obama took office.

The National Debt stood at $10.626 trillion the day Mr. Obama was inaugurated. The Bureau of Public Debt reported today that the National Debt had hit an all time high of $13.665 trillion.

The Debt increased $4.9 trillion during President Bush’s two terms. The Administration has projected the National Debt will soar in Mr. Obama’s fourth year in office to nearly $16.5-trillion in 2012. That’s more than 100 percent of the value of the nation’s economy and $5.9-trillion above what it was his first day on the job.

But there’s good news! (It is not good news, no matter your frame of reference.

Just last Friday, the Treasury Department portrayed it as good news when it reported that the federal deficit in the fiscal year that ended September 30th was $1.294 trillion. That’s less than the $1.416 trillion deficit accrued in 2009 – the largest federal deficit ever recorded. It was also less than the $1.556 trillion that had been initially projected for 2010.

Yeah, sleep tight on that tidbit.


12
Oct 10

Terrific news

Cardinal

Spoke with my grandmother this afternoon for an update. She had surgery yesterday and was expecting to stay in the hospital until Friday or Saturday. But she’s doing so great that she’ll be out of the hospital mid-week.

She said she was ready to race and to teach me a new dance step. That’s just her personality shining through.

And while we talked I saw this cardinal. Turns out, if you’re into bird symbolism, that cardinals represent vibrancy, vitality and goodwill, which are all my grandmother. She’s such a strong lady. One of the toughest people I know, really.

That’s the best part of the day, as far as I’m concerned. Everything else is secondary, so we’ll just leave it at that for now.


5
Oct 10

A teaching Tuesday

That was my class today, a big handful of slides on quotations and attribution. Nothing mysterious or earth-shattering, but since I uploaded it I thought I’d share it.

It was such a nice day we held our afternoon sales meeting on a park bench in the sunshine.

And then I went back to my office and shivered a while. It gets chilly in the evening and it is a late night since the student-journalists are putting their paper to bed next door in the newsroom.

In keeping the theme, then …

Journalism links: here’s a discussion on the future of journalism. The most important part thing to note about this panel discussion are the participants.

Here, meanwhile, is an open letter from the Dallas Morning News’ publisher:

* The newspaper companies that will survive will not consider themselves to be newspaper companies. They recognize that they are local media companies. They will distribute content on paper, through the internet, via the mobile web, through applications and any other way technology lets consumers access news and information. They will make themselves an indispensable resource of local news and information for citizens of the communities they serve.

* To be indispensable, these local media companies must provide relevant local content that is differentiated by the consumer’s inability to get it from any other source.

* This means that who, what, when and where are table stakes. They don’t provide a winning hand. Everyone has them. They are commodities. The differentiation will come from using the scale of the newspaper’s newsroom to give the consumer perspective, interpretation, context and analysis. It’s the columnists, the beat reporters, the subject matter experts that will drive value. It’s enterprise and investigative journalism that will be distinguishing.

It is, he says, about the newsroom’s scale, large customer base and monetizing that audience. And, also, getting mobile right. You have to be careful that you aren’t fighting the last war on some of that. But, he’s at least saying things you wouldn’t hear from a publisher a few years ago.

But, but, the iPad was going to save everything! Not really:

(Television show My Generation) — which followed the personal stories of nine friends through the camera of a documentary film crew — was shelved despite ABC’s My Generation Sync iPad App, which the network developed with Nielsen based on the ratings company’s Media-Sync Platform.

That’s just poorly worded. There was a show. The numbers were bad. The network canceled the show, despite the show having an app.

Just so long as ABC doesn’t blame all this on Apple. Steve Jobs would not like that.

Randomly, here are the final choices for the new Ole Miss mascot. Those aren’t good.

I hope I don’t have nightmares of walking sharks.

Black and whites in a bit.


28
Sep 10

My nightmare on Elm Street

I like to think I’m pretty healthy and fairly lucky because I don’t have any chronic aches or pains. They are coming, no doubt, but I’m in denial. The little things that crop up, I just ignore them. If I don’t acknowledge their existence, they don’t exist.

I’m talking run of the mill things here. My foot does a weird thing in the morning, I just keep moving. If my arm were falling off, I’d go see a specialist. All things are relative.

Since I am so young and healthy and tough and stubborn I don’t mind complaining to you, dear reader about my hip hurting for no reason whatsoever. I only mention it here to point out the joy of walking across the length of the quad to deliver a piece of paper only to realize the same person also needs two more pieces of paper. So that’s another walk when, really, all I wanted to do was sit down.

But I’m fine, otherwise, thanks for asking.

Talked about leads in class this afternoon. I did about an hour and 40 minutes on the first paragraph of a story. We teach the art of lead writing as something that should be less than 30 words. We can discuss it at length. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a handout on the art of lead writing that was less than one page of advice.

I have a few nice exercises on lead writing though, and they all center around Centerville. That’s the same town that was under siege in last week’s hypothetical examples. In this week’s hypothetical news stories there was a suspicious fire at a Centerville school, a plane crash landing at the airport and news from the city council. They passed a contentious ordinance. In the exercise the address of city hall was mentioned, Elm Street.

Should have seen that joke coming.

I have a good editing class though. They’re opening up more and more. About half the students are talkative. I wish the others added their input too. And when I figure out how to do that I’ll be the most popular academic of which you’ve never heard. But my peers will respect me for sharing the secret. We’re all working on the mystery of full participation, I think.

That will be a project for next semester.

At the paper tonight. The Crimson students are working hard.

I’m a student tonight, too. I’m doing a little studying. I have an exam (I can count them on one hand now) this week, so there is a lot of reading, and only a little of this and that.

I’m skimming research methods and psychophysiology. That’s fun. Actually it is. Many of the articles and chapters we’re reading in this class are well written, which isn’t always the case with academic tomes. If you can work through it and understand it the content is valuable.

This being my last class it is also, happily, one of my best classes. It’d be better if there was no tests …

Links: The new clearinghouse for political accuracy, Bama Fact Check intends to be a statewide collaboration. It was started by our friends at The Anniston Star and The Tuscaloosa News. It is hoped that other newsrooms will join them.

Did you ever think you’d see the day? World War I is over. I have this picture, from April 1918, in my home. Click to embiggen.

Auburn 1918

That’s at Auburn, of course. The scene is only recognizable to modern eyes because of Samford Hall in the background. The parade field where the students are standing is now all roads and buildings and sidewalks. But the important thing is to realize that those were college kids, in the spring of 1918. Some of them were facing the possibility of going to Europe that summer. The shooting wouldn’t end until that fall.

Here’s how they celebrated:

(P.R. “Bedie”) Bidez led the Auburn Band (under the name of the 16th Infantry Regimental Band) into Europe during World War I. As the band crossed the Rhine from France into Germany they struck up Glory to Ole Auburn to celebrate the Allied victory.

And they’re all gone now. There’s only one World War I veteran left in the U.S. Frank Buckles is 109. Hopefully he’s still celebrating today.


21
Sep 10

Teeming Tuesday

I’d like to try putting a few more things into a Tuesday, just to see if it is possible. Tuesdays are the fullest of days. Met with the boss. Tried, and failed, to install a new printer on my new iMac.

Called the tech guy who, happily, could not install it the first time. If it takes him two attempts I don’t feel so bad.

Had lunch. Met with the WVSU news director. We talked about Newsweek’s Eleanor Clift, who is on campus this week. She’s been in classes and student meetings and will deliver a big lecture tomorrow night. She’s got such a great story, really. But more on that tomorrow.

Tried to meet with a student, but missed. Made copies of everything for my class. Held class, delivering a spelling test, talking about news leads and doing wholesale news rewrites.

We made fun of typos. There were two on the most recent cover of Soap Opera Digest. I can’t find a link and can’t bring myself to upload it here, but the designer has forgotten their rules on apostrophes.

And then there was the paper. The students have worked on it all night. I get a question here, make a joke there and listen and tell stories. Now, around midnight, they’ve announced they’re going it alone. I offer to copy edit the first few editions with them, but they rightly want to remove me from that process. This is the moment where they pedal away, around the block and you’re just so proud to see them go.

Tomorrow they make it back from their circuit around the block. We’ll critique the whole paper. We’ll talk about how to improve their technique, steady lines, standing, brakes and falling. Hey, I might keep this bike metaphor. You’re just so proud.

I decorated a wall in my office.

StarsandStripes

Those are Stars and Stripes announcing the end of World War II. The one on the right is the Paris Edition announcing the Germany surrender. I found that paper purely by accident at a place called The Deal in an artsy Louisville, Ky. That was the same day, incidentally, when I decided to build the half-hearted black and white section of the site.

It was a nice day. I’d spent a long weekend visiting the folks. They took me to a local funky, artisan restaurant and just down the road we found that store. It doesn’t deal in antiques. Or in things that feel like antiques. Everything is from that frozen moment when your grandparents stopped trying to be contemporary. Much of it was familiar, but vague. You could understand the function of all the merchandise, but if you weren’t from the period the why could be lost on you.

We ate at that restaurant and used bookstores and a record store and that shop. It was a great day.

They were stored in a desk pretty close together, the pictures and the newspaper, and they might have once belonged to the same family. There was also a Red Cross map of Paris. The woman sold it all to me for next to nothing, just glad to get it out of her way. She’d much rather sell mid-century modern furniture and clothes.

My step-father bought me a little bookholder there, too. It is sitting on top of one of my bookshelves and holds Winston Churchill’s history of the war. A friend sold me all six volumes for $20. He bought them from a library and realized he’d never read them. I Hope to one day. Maybe I’ll bring that newspaper home next summer and read the books underneath the authentic newsprint.

The paper announcing the Japanese surrender is also from Stars and Stripes, the Mediterranean edition of the military paper. It is a bracing headline, but that too will be a teaching moment. What is contemporary and acceptable today might not be a name that people approve of years from now.

I don’t have a great story for that paper, though. I bought it from e-bay. I wish I’d asked the seller to try and explain that particular issue’s history. Someone thought enough to bring it home from Italy, or thereabouts, but now we’ll never know the details.