Wednesday


20
Aug 14

I would ride 5,000 more

I choose the routes for all manner of different reasons. Sometimes, admitting my deficiency on climbs, I’ll set out for the biggest “hills” we have around here. On another day, hoping to feel fast, I’ll find an easier route. Boredom, adventure, the name of a road, a fleeting thought or spontaneity can all decide the plan.

Last night, though, I knew today’s ride would be a special one, so I set out for what would be a nice photograph. I broke 5,000 miles on my odometer and I didn’t want to do that in a neighborhood. I planned, instead, to find a nice quiet, woody road.

And I still managed to wind up by this silly little carport:

road

That’s the way it goes sometimes, I guess. That’s the view ahead. This is the view from whence I just came:

road

And here’s my proof:

Odometer

Did it all on this little guy:

bike

I’ve had a lot of fun on that bike. I’ve suffered on it, too. It has hurt me and I don’t think I’ve ever made it flinch. Sometimes it carries me along, more frequently I’m having to convince it I can ride. Occasionally, I feel like I need a new bike. It is a little undersized and sometimes (or perhaps in the same vein) I can generate more power than others and it feels shaky. But that’s a fine ride. Shame the cyclist isn’t better.

I’m also a little embarrassed by how long it took to get to 5,000 miles. Must ride more.

Things to read … because we should also read more, too.

This is interesting, How a Copyright Dispute Helped Give America Rock ‘n’ Roll:

We associate iconic musicians and musical genres with places, stars, and cultural narratives. Less often we recognize the markets and economic forces shaping popular music’s trajectory. But in 1940-41, a dispute over music royalties brought music once relegated to local audiences to national radio, spurring the popularity of blues, country, and, ultimately, rock ‘n’ roll. Were it not for a battle over how much radio should pay for music royalties, performers like Ray Charles and Elvis Presley may have never become classic American musicians.

[…]

The boycott lasted for almost a year. In late 1941, ASCAP signed an agreement with radio stations at terms less generous than it had before the boycott. The Justice Department also sued ASCAP again on antitrust grounds. This time ASCAP lost, and it was forced to accept regulations that opened it up to other musicians and set blanket rates for licensing deemed fair by third parties.

With the gatekeeper gone, the new genres maintained their national audience and anointed new stars, including the first rock and roll icons in the following years, a development that grew out of the once neglected genres like blues.

There is a lot to process here, and it is worth your time. This is a fine collection of information from the New York Times. The Iraq-ISIS Conflict in Maps, Photos and Video

Here’s another informative piece with some good takeaways. How a Norwegian public radio station is using Snapchat to connect young listeners with news

I’ll be honest, this one — Journalism Digital News Archive — had me at the pull quote:

“We should have had a historian running around saying ‘I don’t care if you are ever going to use them — we are going to keep them.'”

Alabama biz taxes account for 47.5% of all state and local taxes:

That represented an 1.8 percent increase from the previous fiscal year, giving it the ninth lowest state and local business tax growth in the U.S.

It works out to $7.2 billion dollars last year.

Meanwhile, Baxter International adding 200 new jobs in Opelika by 2016, means a $300 million 230,000-square-foot expansion for the dialyzer manufacturing facility.


13
Aug 14

A 60 year-old ad, a new sign, a race and food

Last night’s adventures in insomnia included this guy.

Jim

That’s my great-great grandfather, Jim. He was born in the winter of 1871, a year when the crops didn’t come in and the cotton caterpillars ravaged what was there. Jim married Sarah in 1904 and and they lived on a farm that her grandfather bought in 1854. They had 11 children. He died in 1953, his wife in 1970. So while I don’t know them, I did meet one of their kid’s, my great-grandfather. But I don’t remember him. My grandmother remembers her grandparents well, but I don’t know much more than what you find in this paragraph beyond where he’s buried. I do like that bicycle, though. So I found some old newspapers online and I’m looking for mentions, but turn up nothing.

I did find this, though:

In 1953 the church ads told you what the evening’s sermon was going to be about. This one wasn’t about Old Hickory Bourbon, or temperance. The topic was “A Methodist sermon by a Baptist preacher.” A different church had an ad in the next day’s paper, the preacher had promised to answer the question of a generation, “Should a woman wear a hat to church?”

The pressing stuff of their time.

I guess that branch of my family didn’t believe in obituaries, or care for the local paper. I don’t find a mention of him there. Otherwise, he must have been the quiet type. You don’t get in the paper until you do something wrong or something bad happens. Maybe that’s a good sign for the couple.

On my bike ride today, something of a casual ride around the greater neighborhood just to get in a few miles, I passed one of the better church signs I know. They’ve got personality here, as noted by most any previous message, one of the best in recent memory suggesting that you bring your sin and “drop it like it’s hot.”

This week’s note:

sign

It is a quiet little church, a lovely little place:

church

I also learned during this ride that I was on one of the local segments that the cycling apps chart as races. Without knowing it, I currently have the eighth fastest time on it for the year. I’ll have to try it again tomorrow to see if I can go any faster.

For dinner, we grilled pork chops and had beans which we discovered a few weeks ago:

dinner

I said to the lady that made them, a family friend, “You must give me your recipe or — ” which was the moment a look of embarrassment crossed her face. ” — or tell me what brand they are, because they are just about the best beans I’ve ever had.”

And they were. And they are. Also, they are from a can — Margaret Holmes. We discovered we didn’t necessarily need the lard — which is fine. The lady that made them, she’s a retired school teacher. She told me that her father, a man I knew a bit, was so old-fashioned the type that would not allow anything in his home that involved shortcuts. In this case that meant no canned foods. He made an exception for Margaret Holmes.

That’s an endorsement.

Things to read … because there’s probably something worth endorsing in here somewhere.

First, the journalism stuff:

How digital retailing could roil local media

Solving the Journalism Riddle — Somehow

Radio Disney Moving Off Air to Digital

If Disney is making that move …

Closer to home, 108 immigrant children relocated to Alabama in last 3 weeks:

Included among the children are those from Honduras, Guatemala and El Salvador who have crossed into the U.S. as part of a massive wave of immigration that has set off a humanitarian crisis and political firestorm.

The data does not include information on where the children were placed or whether they are residing with family members or foster care. The children will remain with the sponsors until a judge orders they be deported; until they turn 18 and are transferred back to DHS; or they are given permission to stay by immigrantion courts.

Finally, Ferguson:


6
Aug 14

Signs, signs

A few weeks ago I wrote about one of the signs in my grandparents’ part of the world. The old Coke sign had been there all my life, and finally it faded beyond recognition. And then the city elders, or the Chamber, or the Coke people, someone, repainted it.

Coke

This is a few years into the new version of that sign, and it still looks obnoxiously bright. For some reason all of the Coke signs of the world should be distressed or full-on ghost signs.

Except for this one, in Cartersville, Georgia, which Coke has authenticated as the original outdoor Coke sign and restored.

Coke

I took that picture in 2006. I wonder what it looks like today. Here it is in 2012.

Just down the street from the new-old Coke sign is one of the best signs ever:

deer turkey

I don’t know what a deer-turkey is, but I’ve always been curious to find out.

If you notice the last line it says “Drive a little to save a $” and then there’s a picture of a deer head. So they do either taxidermy or emoji. Who can say?

Anyway, said all of my sad goodbyes and sad and extra hugs and then hit the road. Stopped at campus, where we got new computers installed in the newsroom and in my office. Signed paperwork, delivered paperwork and hit the road again, for home.

Dinner with friends, and then a quiet night with the cat.


23
Jul 14

A return to 1898

Last year I published this photograph:

Van Ness

It was the second in a series of posts about photos I found in my 1898 Glomerata, which is Auburn’s yearbook, of which I have a humble collection. The first post was here. (I have three more from that book that I scanned to share here, but I’d forgotten about them until just now.)

I say all of this to mention an email I received today. A nice lady from Wisconsin is doing genealogical research on some of her in-laws and one of the guys in this picture is her man, Franklin Waters Van Ness, and did I know which one he might be.

He’s the guy who is sitting. He was the captain of the API track team. At an inter-mural field day against six other schools he won the half mile, running it in two minutes and five seconds. But, I said, that was all the yearbook had on him. This was both a surprise and not surprising. They never really seem perfectly complete, but, also, the school was so small back then, and so many names pop up more than once, that you imagine he’d been in there somewhere, but I can’t find him.

So I asked what she knew about F.W. Van Ness. My previous post had some information that I’d read from research that she’d posted on findagrave.com. She wrote back right away:

He and his brother moved to Chicago where they were engineers. Franklin was also an efficiency expert. Franklin met Jennie Sullivan there. She was a teacher. They married in Chicago and the three children were born there. The family then moved to Milwaukee where Jennie was instrumental in developing playgrounds at the schools. They then moved to East Orange, New Jersey. Franklin is on the 1920 census twice. I think he was also in Cincinnati, as well as East Orange, but he traveled for his work.

Being a southerner, he loved the south, and bought that cotton mill (in North Carolina), which went bust during the Depression. They had lived very wealthy lives until that point.

[…]

(H)e ended up in Richmond, Virginia, and I don’t know why or what he did until his death.

[…]

He was certainly a smart guy and very motivated until the Depression took the steam out of him.

One of his daughters became a success in the hospitality industry, writing a book and giving college lectures on hotel work. Another daughter married an admiral and an ambassador. Franklin’s wife, Jenny, a suffragist and prohibitionist, was one of the first two female legislators in New Jersey. This is an interesting family.

Where Franklin Waters Van Ness is buried is a mystery, so I started Googling the man once more. Where I once again came up empty.

But I did find out something about Franklin’s brother, Graham Van Ness, that she didn’t know. She knew he’d served in the 2nd Missouri during the Spanish American War, but her trail went cold. Here’s the actual muster roster with his name on it. His unit only made it as far as Georgia, where another guy in the 2nd Missouri was famous for being Jesse James’ son. The story goes that people would often visit his unit to take pictures of him. This gives us a small world moment. I’m apparently related to Jesse James, so my relative would have known my new email friend’s relative. Except not. Apparently, the essay notes, this was a trick played by one of the jokers in that unit. But small world!

I found all that because I found a mention of Franklin as F.W. Van Ness in the story covering the suicide or murder of Graham. They were brothers and, the Burlington Daily News explains, Graham had witnessed the murder of Jack Lingle. This was a huge story in Chicago and Graham was apparently on the run from hitmen. Lingle was a well-to-do reporter … and a friend of Al Capone.

van ness

She said another of Franklin’s brothers was murdered in Texas. And another part of the family features a man who made his money in oil and natural gas before branching out into shipping, real estate and S&Ls and buying the Dallas Cowboys. Some family tree.

All of that, and more, I learned today because of a 115 year-old-photo I published last year.


16
Jul 14

The day I biked to the track to run

My run is slow. So slow, in fact, that I can tell when it is even slower. So slow, in fact, that it is impossible for me to go out too fast. Would that I could.

But, hey, my next run is over a flat downtown course. So, today, I decided to run on the flattest terrain I could find, at the old Wilbur Hutsell Track. In school I watched Olympians and record holders there, putting their athletic potential on display. It has never made me any faster. But, I noticed today, if I run on a flat course I can drop a few seconds off of my neighborhood pace.

Just to insure I am that guy I rode my bike to the track.

So I rode about eight miles. I would have ridden more — but there were dinner plans — and ran three miles. Maybe I’ll get in one more run and ride before the race this weekend.

I was listening to music as I ran. Here is the obligatory “Where were you when ‘Party in the USA’ came on?” shot, the east side of the track:

track

I have to add miles back into my legs. I need to run more miles, too. I recently read the relationship should be about 80/20 cycling to running. And I need to swim, a lot. The art, science, skill, talent and philosophy of triathlons, I’ve decided, is balancing the training and maximizing your minimums.

If you figure out what all that means, please let me know.

Things to read … because reading shows us what we need to know.

Technology journalists are facing extinction:

(W)hile my personal capacity to tell technology stories in the past year has diversified, I’ve noticed something: my beat is rapidly disappearing.

We don’t need someone “watching the internet” during elections anymore, that’s clear. But we’re also now approaching a point where the most pressing — and let’s face it, interesting — technology stories shouldn’t be thought of as technology stories at all.

That is an essay, really, about the ubiquity of the web and the blurring of specialization. That the author is still thinking in terms of “beats” is the first step to fixing the problem. Atomize the thing is important. Developing a contextual curation is important, and that will come from those with a background and depth of understanding, or as Steven Rosenbaum calls it, the Second Law of the Curation Economy. So if you are on a tech beat and feeling marginalized, figure out how you can flex your muscle in a new light.

Citing a story about a bar brawl that led to jail, and, now, the new EU’s rule on search engine forgetfulness, the editor of the Bolton News offers up the Streisand Effect. Bolton News story ‘erased’ from Google search results because of EU ruling:

(I)t is a completely pointless exercise. Those who ask for these articles to be removed simply invite more publicity on themselves.

This was an extremely serious court case, which merited a front page when we ran it back in 2010.

To have this disappear from Google searches is frankly ridiculous, which is why I feel it’s so important to highlight this issue.

Won’t it be interesting when the EU’s media outlets start pointing out content from which Google (Bing, Yahoo! et al) is removing their links? The story still exists online. The removal becomes a story — hence the Streisand Effect — and ultimately it becomes a badge of honor. There comes a day when the Bolton News proudly shows off all of those stories, they linked to this original one twice in one story, because they stand behind their news judgment. Some other site will then come along and become a clearinghouse for stories that Google (Bing, Yahoo! et al) can’t link anymore.

And that’s how the League of Shadows is brought into the light.

And four quick links:

The newspaper crisis, by the numbers

Essay: Hey, Publishers: Stop fooling us, and yourselves

Apple Teams Up With IBM For Huge, Expansive Enterprise Push

Fed reports modest economic expansion for South region

There’s more on Twitter, and more here tomorrow.

Weird Al likes foil (foil). This is a fine sendup. And have you noticed these are all coming from different places? Interesting.