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29
Aug 15

I’d aimed for more, actually

Make fun of your writing before other people do.

The Yankee took a big swim this morning, 2.4 miles down the Chattahoochee. I’d swim that far if I had to. Escaping from the law or swimming to shore after a boating accident, but here’s the real fish:

Since she was swimming downstream I figured I would run upstream and then downstream and then back upstream to get in a nice long workout. Here are a few of the scenes:

She told me how long it would take, but then she cut 20 minutes off of her projection. Meanwhile, I was having a lousy run, so I missed her finish. Getting lightheaded midway through is no fun. I think my nutrition is off. Anyway, she finished third and got a prize:

And because she’s fierce, she ran back upstream with me. I finished with 6.5 miles, but no prize. So we had breakfast.

I had two breakfasts, in fact. Hey, I’d run a lot. That spicy pineapple marmalade was good, but the gravy biscuit at Plucked Up Chicken & Biscuits in Columbus is the best gravy biscuit I’ve ever had.

You’ll forgive me, then, if I didn’t do much with the rest of my day.


28
Aug 15

And then you really wonder

Department witticisms:

You wonder if you’re making a difference, and then you see things like that.

Then and now … Aerial images show the slow return of the Lower Ninth Ward:

The following images show the evolution of one block in the Lower Ninth Ward that was situated directly in front of a levee that breached along the Industrial Canal ten years ago.

A decade into the Katrina diaspora:

Some stayed to rebuild their lives. Others chose to move on. Some had to let loved ones go, while others are no longer here themselves. Along the Gulf Coast, the hurricane’s punishing winds pushed people in directions they never imagined. Here is where some of those people stood in the early months after the disaster, and where they stand now.

Clearly it was the fault of the president’s weather machine. Stop Blaming Me for Hurricane Katrina:

I’m often asked, as the person who was running FEMA when Hurricane Katrina hit, why I didn’t evacuate New Orleans. My response is simple—FEMA had no authority to do that under the Constitution, which clearly establishes a system of federalism in which state and local governments are autonomous governmental entities. We call first responders “first” for a reason. When you dial 9-1-1 your call isn’t answered by an operator at 500 C Street SW, Washington, D.C., 20472. Your call is answered by a local government entity that has first and primary responsibility for a disaster.

Could FEMA have ordered the evacuation of New Orleans? Yes, had it waived posse comitatus and invoked the Insurrection Act, which Congress ultimately amended in 2006 to permit deployment of troops in response to natural disasters. That unprecedented action was actually contemplated days after landfall aboard Air Force One—and I advocated for it. After I advised the president to federalize the response, he sat with Louisiana Governor Kathleen Blanco and New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin on Air Force One and outlined his plan. We immediately started drafting the federalization documents for the president’s signature, but Governor Blanco requested time to think it over and the president acquiesced. While the governor considered her options, the city became more and more dysfunctional. Blanco ultimately rejected the president’s plan, and political considerations eventually pushed the idea aside.

By the time federalization was seriously considered, the biggest mistake had already been made: evacuation began too late. And even if FEMA had been given the power to order citizens out of New Orleans days earlier, it didn’t own the helicopters, military transport planes and amphibious armored personnel carriers necessary to carry out the evacuation of a major American city.

As the storm neared New Orleans, all I could do—and did do even before the federalization debate got underway—was go on television, radio and any media outlet my press team could find—and encourage people to “literally get your butts out of New Orleans before the storm hits.”

Can’t wait for the rebuttal to Michael Brown’s essay.

Got weekend plans? You are not late:

In terms of the internet, nothing has happened yet. The internet is still at the beginning of its beginning. If we could climb into a time machine and journey 30 years into the future, and from that vantage look back to today, we’d realize that most of the greatest products running the lives of citizens in 2044 were not invented until after 2014. People in the future will look at their holodecks, and wearable virtual reality contact lenses, and downloadable avatars, and AI interfaces, and say, oh, you didn’t really have the internet (or whatever they’ll call it) back then.

And they’d be right. Because from our perspective now, the greatest online things of the first half of this century are all before us. All these miraculous inventions are waiting for that crazy, no-one-told-me-it-was-impossible visionary to start grabbing the low-hanging fruit — the equivalent of the dot com names of 1984.

Because here is the other thing the greybeards in 2044 will tell you: Can you imagine how awesome it would have been to be an entrepreneur in 2014? It was a wide-open frontier! You could pick almost any category X and add some AI to it, put it on the cloud. Few devices had more than one or two sensors in them, unlike the hundreds now. Expectations and barriers were low. It was easy to be the first. And then they would sigh, “Oh, if only we realized how possible everything was back then!”

So, the truth: Right now, today, in 2014 is the best time to start something on the internet.

I got home and plopped down and didn’t want to move. I wanted a nap, but forced myself outside.

This was the better choice.

It was just a 15 mile ride, but it was better than a nap.


20
Aug 15

Hey look down here

No, farther down.

Down here! This is a new pet peeve:

The striking thing, to me, about the sport of football is that we can easily forget the human element of the game. Every so often you get a very sharp reminder of that. This is one of those examples:

I had my first meeting with the newsroom staff tonight. As we all got settled in I realized that I know more of this bunch at the beginning of the year than I ever have. And they are talented young journalists. We expect a big year.

Here’s something you never expect, a shopping cart road block:

Like they’re saying, “You didn’t buy enough stuff! Go back inside!”

I didn’t buy anything because, for four days in a row I’ve been there for a specific thing and they have managed to not have it in stock.

Ran a nice 10K today. That was all in one continuous motion, even. According to those classic gym charts I was at 70 percent of my max heart rate. My last mile was under nine minutes.

It was a nice workout, begging the question “Why didn’t I feel like this on Sunday when I was falling apart in the Chattahoochee Olympic?”

Finally, I’ve been watching the third season of Newsradio on Crackle recently. I haven’t watched the show in some time, long enough to have forgotten how smart the writing routinely was. In the third season it gets difficult to watch Phil Hartman, though, because there’s something in his eyes that makes you wonder what difficulties he and his wife were already dealing with at home. But that could just be because you know what would happen a short time later. But this is an exception to that, and perhaps one of the best three or four studio scenes from the entire series:


19
Aug 15

“We could give ’em Christmas pants”

Talked about this video in my social media practices class today:

This is the first time I’ve taught this class, but I’m pretty excited about it. We’ll talk about the personal usage aspects for the first week or so and then get into more professional applications. I know a handful of the students from other classes or projects and as a group they are a sharp bunch. I hope they get something out of it.

I tend to spend a lot of my time on campus in just two or three buildings which are all nearby. But today I had to go across the quad to pick some equipment that had been, let us say, misplaced. And I saw a food truck:

That was a new one to me.

I remember, last week, watching the GOP debate thinking This should be pretty fun on Saturday Night Live. But that was a 20th century response. I should have been thinking about a modern response, because this is brilliant:

Kasich inspired this post’s title.


15
Jul 15

Pluto, from my living room

From Kennedy’s moon challenge to the outer edges of the solar system in a lifetime. Even with robotic exploration no one here today will likely ever see such a scale of success again.

At least we have Photoshop:

It was quite cool to see the experts geeking out in their press conference over that first image coming in from the flyby. Who knows how much of their lives they’ve put into that and then, suddenly, there it was, Pluto, the heart, no craters and plenty of conjecture of what it all means.

“Part of the reason you’re not hearing us say ‘Pluto looks like this world or that world’ is because Pluto has SO MUCH diversity. There’s nothing like it,” they said.
What a cool day to think about what’s out there.