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26
Feb 13

Grrrday

I’ve had one of those days. No no, one of those days.

It all started last night, actually. I went out for dinner and the barbecue place I’d decided to visit had a sign on the door: Kitchen is closed, bar is open. It was 8:30.

Dubious of the sign, I asked a woman working there if, in fact, there had been some closing event, perhaps an astronomic singularity or perhaps a sous-chef flu or maybe even a health department shutdown that had taken place.

Yes, they were closed. But for none of those reasons. It was raining, she said. (I can verify this.) And they let the kitchen staff go. They’d given up the idea of making any money, apparently.

OK then. My money is good elsewhere.

Oh, but … oh.

So I drive back over the mountain and go to Chili’s, where Destiny’s Child In 30 Years is waiting to be sat. Finally someone comes to help them. The hostess walks them to the right side of the store, and this is found lacking. She walks them to the left side of the store, and that is not desirable. She brings them back to the middle and then they decide to reverse course and go back to the left. By now people that came in after me have given up and wished me luck.

After some time the hostess comes by and says she’ll be right with me. In about five minutes. I can see four tables with people. Everything else is dirty.

So I leave there. And find myself at Outback, where I enjoy an altogether delicious albeit overpriced sandwich. But when everyone else is rolling up the sidewalks before 8:30 Outback can control the market.

So that just carried over into today. I’m still not feeling very well. The throat thing is getting more pronounced. As the day wore on I began to feel that body ache and fatigue: white blood cells have been summoned. Now I’m just hoping this is merely a sinus attack. I don’t care for them, but I can deal with them.

Then I saw this story and — look, I’ve covered a lot of terrible stories and I’ve read even more of them so it takes a lot to get me worked up but — this is ridiculous:

A Prattville mother of young, twin boys who received several broken bones before they were 1 year old, has been granted youth offender status in her pending child abuse case.

[…]

When the boys were 1 year and 1 week old, Jabril was taken to Children’s Hospital in Birmingham to receive treatment for a broken arm, testimony showed.

Doctors then discovered that Jabril had at least seven fractures, some in various stages of mending. Jacob also was examined and it was found out that he had at least two fractures, also in different stages of mending, according to testimony.

Here is a woman who is married with two kids. Dad is doing 20 years for this. She could get just three now. I don’t know much about parenting. I probably know a bit less about criminal law. I often find that my concepts of sentencing vary, both directions, from judicial guidelines for reasons beyond my understanding. But I propose a simple, new rule: If you have children you forfeit youthful offender status.

That’s not too much to ask.

So, yeah, I’m not my normally chipper self today, and I apologize. But I’ll make it up to both of us with the most ridiculous video on the ‘Net, courtesy of my fellow ridiculous Web finder and Auburn grad, Victoria Cumbow:

Tomorrow, I promise, I’ll be in better spirits, despite 32 percent more coughing.


25
Feb 13

If I don’t talk, or swallow, I feel fine

Much like Phil Collins, I can feel it coming in the air, particularly through the mouth and down into the throat where it is manifesting itself as a persistent, burning little itch. I’m getting sick.

In matters of personal health I blame everyone until I find the right person to blame. This is of course an overreaction, but the pretend-angst is a sort of self-soothing, self-medicating technique I’ve been working on these last several years. Besides, it is more proactive than saying “Sinuses” or “Allergies.” Which is hopefully all this amounts too.

But I’m just saying now that this week is going to be Coughy, Achy, Watery, Fatiguey and a few more of the dwarfs that were never cool enough to hang out with Snow White. Fire Marshall ordinance or not, she could have spent some time with those other characters. There were parks they could have visited together!

Anyway, class today, where we heard fine presentations on public relations and advertising. We’ll go visit our friends over at Intermark Group on Wednesday. The rest of today was spent making recruiting phone calls and doing various other things which will no doubt yield small results in big matters.

So I’ll just pass the time with various links I’ve been hoarding with some of the lesser dwarves and sinus symptoms these last few days.

One of my students shared this one, and it is awesome. 8 New Punctuation Marks We Desperately Need. These include the sinceroid and sarcastises, which I would use every day.

Incidentally, punctuation or grammar humor is always welcome from a student. Makes us think our passion for this stuff is contagious.

Here’s a piece designed to make every journalist with arithmophobia feel better: Danger! Numbers in the newsroom — tips from Sarah Cohen on taming digits in stories. Find an anchor, she says:

A standard or goal – Ask yourself, “What would good look like?” For example, what would good GDP growth look like?

Historical numbers – Is there a golden period to which current numbers can be compared? Perhaps in the economy that might be the late 1950s and early 1960s.

Portion of whole – For example, at the time of the Million Man March in 1995, a turnout of 1 million black men would have represented 1/12th of all the black men in the country at the time.

Other places – How do other similar towns or companies compare?

A lot more at the link.

Here’s a great presentation on the functional art of Infographics:

Just a wealth of knowledge here; and here are the slides:

From Poynter: How reporters can become better self editors, a topic we talk about a lot. No doubt I’ll make some hay out of this post in a class somewhere soon.

Hiding in public: How the National Archives wants to open up its data to Americans is a story from the Nieman Lab that generates a lot of responses. Interest! Intrigue! Fear! A challenge!

The National Archives is sitting on massive amounts of information — from specs for NASA projects to geological surveys to letters from presidents. But there’s a problem: “These records are held hostage,” said Bill Mayer, executive for research services for the National Archives and Records Administration.

“Hostage” might be a strong word for a organization responsible for 4.5 million cubic feet of physical documents and more than 500 terabytes of data, most which can be accessed online or by walking into one of their facilities around the country. But the challenge, Mayer explains, is making NARA’s vast stockpile more open and more discoverable. “They’re held hostage in a number of centers around the country — they’re held hostage by format,” Mayer said.

Fascinating stuff, but I’m glad that’s someone else’s challenge.

The Iwo Jima photo and the man who helped save it:

Soon after the photo’s publication, a story began to percolate that Rosenthal had staged the famous scene, that he had posed the men just so. The story followed Rosenthal to his death in 2006. It is whispered in various forms to this day.

Hatch can set you straight on this, just as he has been setting people straight for nearly 70 years.

Hatch enlisted in the Marines in 1939 and worked his way into its photographic unit. In late 1943, some 15 months before Iwo Jima, Hatch had waded ashore with the American invaders at Tarawa, carrying a hand-cranked 16mm camera.

[…]

Hatch came in with the first wave at Iwo Jima, a battle that killed nearly 6,000 Marines.

From that day to this one, he insists there was nothing posed about the flag photo. Though the events occurred a lifetime ago, Hatch speaks about them as if they were fresh in his memory. Hatch can swear like, well, a Marine, and he brooks no argument about what happened that day and thereafter.

What a man.

Finally, an interactive piece from Smithsonian: The Civil War, now in living color.

The photographs taken by masters such as Mathew Brady and Alexander Gardner have done much for the public’s perception of the Civil War. But all of their work is in black and white. The battlefield of Gettysburg is remembered as a shade of grey and the soldiers as ghostly daguerreotype images. Photography was in its infancy during the time and colorizing photographs was rare and often lacked the detail of modern imagery.

John C. Guntzelman is changing that.

Not quite right, but gripping, spooky stuff. There are four pictures there for you to see.

And that’s all for today, but there will be more for you to see here tomorrow. Do come back.


21
Feb 13

Road trip

I got a rental van. It arrived a bit later than it should, so we left precisely 14 minutes after I wanted to. But, still, getting on the road at 3:46 when you were hoping for 3:32 isn’t bad when you consider you’re pulling in six people’s schedules and the general We’ll be there at 2:30 or 3:15-ness of the rental car guy.

We live in an amazing time if you think of it. I looked at glowing words on this flat screen, picked up a hunk of plastic and called a hotel, booked four rooms, found more words on the screen and made arrangements for a rental van. (Of course they called me in return three times, but that’s trivial.) I arranged all of the paperwork, procured the department’s blessing, recruited four students and a colleague, made them all sign the inevitable waivers and now we are bouncing all over western Alabama, Mississippi and western Tennessee.

Here we’d stopped for gas in Tupelo:

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Brother, if your tank is low you better stop in Tupelo. It is a long walk in either direction if it purrs, conks and dies.

Our rental performed admirably, even with a distinct twang in Tennessee as we drove on the Rockabilly Highway, a 55-mile stretch of Highway 45, from Mississippi to Interstate 40. Look, I’m the guy who always wonders about the stories behind the names we put on roads, who regularly rides the actual Lost Highway and still does it with wonderment. So believe me, being on something called the Rockabilly Highway was pretty great.

Apparently there are Rockabilly murals here and there along the Rockabilly Highway, but it was dark and raining — which sounds like a song in of itself — so we didn’t see any. Shame that highway doesn’t stretch into Mississippi, though. Jumpin’ Gene Simmons was from Tupelo:

That video is understated and terrific, except our disc jockey didn’t walk it all the way up to the post. Everything else is perfect.

Anyway, we made it to beautiful and cosmopolitan Jackson, Tenn. around 8 p.m., just in time to register for the Southeast Journalism Conference. It runs tomorrow and Saturday and is a good trip for the undergraduates. They hear inspirational messages from talented professionals, met peers, eat free food, win awards and so on.

We had dinner at a place called Redbone’s right across from our hotel. They made a nice Casear Salad, and one of the students complimented their ribs. The band was good, if loud. And then they did a Beatles’ song that might have been a bit ambitious for two guys running their percussion through a keyboard. But they did enjoy themselves, and seemed to know they did Sweet Baby James just right.

Checked into the hotel mostly uneventfully. Everyone crashed into their rooms. I ironed in mine. Very exciting night, really. But tomorrow will be a busy day.


18
Feb 13

No glass was broken while writing this entry

Bound to happen, Mondays I mean. I don’t have them often — the day occurs once in every few sunrises, of course — but the Mondays …

You know, there are a lot of videos on YouTube when you search for “A case of the Mondays.” I hadn’t realized it was such a prevailing and lasting theme from Office Space. I could not find the precise bit I wanted to put here, but the Internet doth giveth. Office Space as a slasher film:

I’d buy Stephen Root as that guy. So long as he didn’t make Jimmy James that guy:

Because Jimmy James had fancy plans, and pants to match:

The man has depth.

Class today. We talked about online presence, which means social media, Facebook, Twitter, Friendster and getting Dooced.

And then I continued my quixotic mission to find shoes. Judging by the shelves in the five places I’ve been there is a startling number of people that prefer a cheap brown model in size 13. How can there be so many of us that no store can keep the product stocked?

I’ll go again later this week, then.

Had a calzone at Mellow Mushroom, stopping in at precisely the time that everyone else left. Well, there was the one woman who’s son slipped and fell on his elbow near the restroom, but it looked like a free pizza grift to me.

When I left the guy at the oven asked how my calzone was. The question startled me. Usually you don’t get that on your way out, as an introduction, from someone you haven’t met.

Good, I said. I meant The bread was over-baked.

You can’t win them all, and Mellow Mushroom wins their share, so it all works out in the end.

Still not sure why the waiter was changing things up each visit. T-shirt, jacket, then a hat, then the t-shirt with the hat, finally he just stopped in at a nearby place and got their uniform, just for grins. Maybe he was trying to outrun Monday. Pizza guys.

And now, the most physical piece of situation comedy I think to have been recorded in the last 20 years. Jimmy mad:

I hope he doesn’t have a case of the Mondays.


15
Feb 13

Pinnnnng!

Football wound down. We tolerated basketball for two weeks. Now we have the ping of ball off bat. Today was the opening day of the college baseball season.

Auburn opens their season with a four game homestand against Maine. Why Maine? Because the coach from Maine would rather be in the South in February. And he was handsomely rewarded today. Just a gorgeous evening for the game, even if we forgot the peanuts:

PlainsmanPark

A good game too. There are so many new players even veteran fans were diving for rosters. Even still, there were plenty of things to remind us all of seasons past in this close game. We had random bunts. There was an error at shortstop. We had fun with the good-natured heckling of the opposing left fielder.

And there we were, in the bottom of the 9th, in a tie game. Someone started the heckling chant version of the slow clap for the freshman left fielder. (Who had put together a nice game for himself.) To lead off the inning was Auburn’s new third baseman, Damek Tomscha, a junior college transfer brought in to add some defense at the corner. He took a hanging fastball and put it somewhere the pitcher hadn’t anticipated:

Earlier another one of the new players saved a home run:

And the bullpen looked sharp, too. Baseball season is here.

Oh, look, one of those sunset photos made it on the nice new AUSunset Tumblr. Follow her.

Tomorrow: Intolerably colder, but more baseball and one other important sport.