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Oct 18
Junk, and a drawer
Have you ever, in your life, seen a junk drawer this organized?
I bought some balsa and jigsawed out some little dividers for one of my bathroom drawers and that was such a big hit that I had to make one for The Yankee and then she asked if I had any left over balsa and could I make some more.
So I set about making the junk drawer a bit neater.
This one is not a junk drawer. It is a rice drawer, which is where we store the rice. And also some other things:
A gif I made for clip art purposes:
For all your motorized scooter gif needs about @citybloomington and @IUBloomington … pic.twitter.com/kSczR0gfqT
— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith) October 3, 2018
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Sep 18
Welcome to the weekend
My online friend Susan Crowell is editor at Farm and Dairy. Today she shared a photo, and a story, of the unveiling of a new historic marker in Fredericktown, Ohio. That’s the home of the original FFA corduroy jacket. That famous blue item goes back to 1933, and it still means a lot to many of us.
This is so cool. The birthplace of the @NationalFFA jacket in Ohio got a historical marker. https://t.co/mGtH9kJ4O8 #FFA #ForeverBlue pic.twitter.com/qg4z4UPDnU
— Susan Crowell (@scrowell) September 14, 2018
There’s a mention that the jackets were uninsulated, which should bring forward a memorable shiver from anyone who has ever worn one someplace like Kansas City in November, or somewhere perhaps even colder.
This is the best part …
AND the two guys who unveiled the marker? They're both 99 and wore the original #FFA jackets back in 1933! https://t.co/r6z7RU26rQ
— Susan Crowell (@scrowell) September 14, 2018
The two gentlemen that helped with the unveiling are now 99 years young. They wore some of the original corduroy jackets.
This picture isn’t of those guys, but some of my friends, in some of our last FFA jackets.
Last night‘s show from IUSTV:
Now in full on weekend mode, which is starting like this:
In retrospect I should have known not to click a @TMZ link curated by @VICE featuring a @neiltyson video. But here I am, watching the neighbor mow his lawn, waiting for another cycle of laundry to be finished, regretting all of this.
— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith) September 14, 2018
I'm kidding, of course. I really needed to get the laundry done. https://t.co/TNE2Cu7dvY
— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith) September 14, 2018
So you’ve seen the Twitter feed in this post. Be sure to check out Instagram as well. Tomorrow, a bike ride!
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Sep 18
Time for a ride
A perfectly regular day in the office, and that means there’s a need for a special early evening:
Let's go ride bikes!#TheMilesAhead pic.twitter.com/wdnybsCb3q
— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith) September 10, 2018
I did the usual route and a nearby subdivision, which is familiar enough. No records were broken, and no great hills were climbed. But I did find a road that is closed for re-design and construction and for a few wonderful minutes I had both lanes to myself and no traffic to worry about as I went up and down the silent little stretch.
I had the road to myself, my lecture for tomorrow already in place and the sun off to the side. It was on my left as I went uphill and peeking through the same trees, now on my right, as I tucked into the bars and headed down the same hill.
Today's ride, as a gif. pic.twitter.com/ejz2nMQJvG
— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith) September 11, 2018
It was as just about a lovely a feeling you can find by pedaling easily through neighborhoods.
And are you enjoying Catember? Check out more novel stuff on Twitter and there are always photos and videos to see on Instagram.
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Sep 18
Almost every goal of the day was met
I got out for a morning bike ride. This was a special treat, which mostly involved me waking up early enough to do it.
Being on empty roads was easily the highlight of my morning. Later, I went to work and put together a quiz and wrote an AP Style primer and then lectured a tiny bit on news writing. I was supposed to go into the studio this evening and watch some historic television being made, but that got delayed until next week. History waits for no one! Except when it does.
I did get to do this, however:
The building has a different function now, but it will probably always be a thrill walking by @IUBloomington's Ernie Pyle Hall with an @APStylebook in hand. pic.twitter.com/0eSMfs4Ft8
— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith) September 4, 2018
A few times a week I walk by the building named in honor of the scrawny old Indiana journalist. We’re just rich with the Ernie Pyle stuff around here. His desk is one floor beneath my office. Two floors down they’ve recently created an installation showing off his medals, some of his books, his war correspondent field jacket and a whole bunch more. Just outside our building is a sculpture of him sitting at a table and banging away at a story, somewhere in Europe or the Pacific. One day his ghost will show up and point out my typos. (He’ll be a busy spirit.)
Also, I got to ride my bike this morning:
I climbed two little hills on my short ride. It was all a freewheeling, downhill adventure from there.
