Wednesday


30
May 12

A video to watch and links to read

road

I love this road. Good quality asphalt, a bike lane basically the entire way from beginning to end. It is quiet because the business of this road is down near the other end. Up here, for the time being at least, it is still undeveloped. It is the victory lap of some of my routes. A fair amount of it is downhill.

I did an easy 20-miler this evening. I’m looking forward to longer rides, which will start back next week.

And if you need a bit of inspiration for, well, just about anything, here’s a video destined to go big. Only 250,000 views so far, but that will change. Tune out the music, and wade through the first two-and-a-half minutes. The reward comes soon after that:

Things to read: Local boy is a good speller. Samford and UAB baseball both make the NCAA regionals. Auburn and Alabama did not.

New York tries to cut down on soft drinks:

New York City plans to enact a far-reaching ban on the sale of large sodas and other sugary drinks at restaurants, movie theaters and street carts, in the most ambitious effort yet by the Bloomberg administration to combat rising obesity.

The proposed ban would affect virtually the entire menu of popular sugary drinks found in delis, fast-food franchises and even sports arenas, from energy drinks to pre-sweetened iced teas. The sale of any cup or bottle of sweetened drink larger than 16 fluid ounces — about the size of a medium coffee, and smaller than a common soda bottle — would be prohibited under the first-in-the-nation plan, which could take effect as soon as next March.

That’s a sticky slope, friends.

Two years after the oil spill, the fishing is bad down on the Gulf:

The long-term prognosis for the Gulf’s health remains uncertain.

Recent studies have found higher numbers of sick fish close to where BP’s well blew out and genome studies of bait fish in Barataria have identified abnormalities. Meanwhile, vast areas of the cold and dark Gulf seafloor are oiled, scientists say.

And many fishermen are convinced something’s amiss.

[…]

“We was there to work, but couldn’t,” said Lawrence Salvato, 49, as he stopped for lunch on a dock where he moors a shrimp skiff he runs his wife, Lisa. “Usually people are excited and they can’t wait to get out there. This year, there’s no real incentive.”

He said he made about $10,000 in seafood sales last year compared to $75,000 in 2009. He said his family made do with a $40,000 interim payment they got from BP. Fishermen who haven’t settled legally yet with BP over damages continue to survive on periodic payments from a $20 billion trust fund set up by BP.

“We’re afraid,” Salvato said. “A lot of people are getting out of fishing. They’re afraid.”

Meanwhile, up in Chicago:

“We are no longer a newspaper company,” Sun-Times Media Holdings LLC Editor-in-chief Jim Kirk said in a memo to staff. “We are a technology company that happens to publish a newspaper. We deliver content. And we will deliver content on many platforms and in ways that we haven’t yet fully considered.”

The times, they have already changed.


23
May 12

Sleepy kitteh

Allie

Sometimes, being a cat doesn’t look so bad.


16
May 12

Still grading things

I will only say this about the grading of things: it takes time.

But you get a lot of pleasant surprises in final papers. Some of them are of the “Nice job!” variety. Others are a pleasure derived from seeing a student’s hard work, or how far they’ve come. Others are purely unintentional.

For example, somewhere early in the school year we made a joke about the word plethora in a news story. It was funny, we had a good laugh and one of the editors of the Crimson tried to sneak it into copy whenever he could, as a way to amuse us.

I ran across that word in a final paper today and now I no longer think of it as simply a Three Amigos bit:

Now it is a teaching moment. The word, not the scene from the movie.

This could be used in a classroom. Ken Burns’ enthusiasm is still contagious:

And, finally, this. This was on television late tonight. I wish it wasn’t. I watched an hour, mortified, before I could finally stop:

I saw Pauly Shore years ago. (Don’t judge me. I took a date who I knew loved his gimmick.) He does a decent standup routine. His father opened for him. Dad killed.


9
May 12

The last day of class

You can get a omelet at a lot of places across this great late and, truly, across this beautiful marble floating in the sky. Many of them will be good, too. But sometimes you run across a chef who’s making them to the music in his head. And it is almost art, this spreading of chopped things and the mixing in of egg and cheese and seasonings.

Our guy at the Caf at Samford, he’s a friendly guy, big laughs, big smiles, carries on running conversations with a lot of the people that he sees every day. And he’s something of an artist, maybe.

Or maybe it is just a fine omelet full of fresh tomatoes. Either way.

The last class of the semester. We got in our last presentations. We discussed the final paper. They brought me cookies. I thanked them for their patience in the class. I told them I hoped they learned as much as I did and, I said, “This is my favorite part of the semester. Have a safe and happy summer. I look forward to seeing you in the fall.”

One of the students stood up and cynically said “That sounds like a prepared speech.”

I was so proud.

In my office I cleaned things up and did the last few remaining chores of the day. This stretched out longer than it had to, but this day always does. I lingered to listen to Van Morrison:

Why it is Van Morrison I am not sure. On the last day of my first semester at Samford I was parking the car when some really obscure tune of his was playing on whatever random satellite channel I was listening to at the time. It seemed appropriate for the day and I have a weakness for appropriate, yet pointless traditions.

Wednesday omelets seem like a good tradition …


2
May 12

A poorly flowing hodge podge (Or: Wednesday)

You might not be a journalist, Niemanlab says, but you play one on Twitter. True enough. There’s a lots of journalism being reported there. And a fair amount being poorly reported, as critics like to point out. Others might note, in response, that there’s a great deal of things underreported elsewhere that get attention on Twitter.

I prefer Twitter as an aggregation tool. I’ve talked with disbelieving journalism professors and working journalists and television producers about the quality of Twitter — they’re all using the tool these days, by the way — about that. I learn a great deal from Twitter that I wouldn’t get elsewhere.

Just today for example, a friend in Montgomery pointed out this story:

Alabama lawmakers gave final approval today to a watered-down version of legislation aimed at getting more insurance coverage for autism treatment.

The House of Representatives voted 96-0 for the bill, sending it to the governor for his signature.

The legislation requires insurance companies to offer coverage for the treatment of autism, including for a costly behavioral therapy that now is rarely covered. Businesses could choose whether to offer the coverage as part of their insurance options for employees.

A friend in Atlanta passed along this terrific Der Spiegel feature on East Berlin, before and after the Iron Curtain was pulled down.

Found this on Twitter today too, from a colleague in Arizona. Media Storm, which is journalism juggernaut that doesn’t work as a traditional newsroom, won three awards from the National Press Photographers Association.

Also wouldn’t have found this unfortunate error from the Lufkin Daily News:

And finally, we roast ourselves for mistakenly running a previously published editorial about Pearl Harbor Day in this space in Tuesday’s newspaper. Dec. 7, 1941, is a day that President Franklin D. Roosevelt aptly called “A day of infamy.” While our mistake pales in comparison, May 1, 2012, will go down as a dark hour in this newsroom.

Not to be pedantic, but The Lufkin Daily News is playing a bit fast and loose with the quote, too. That Texas paper is putting a paywall on their website next month. We wish them well.

And, if you’re thinking “Someone that says “Not to be pedantic means to, in fact, be pedantic” you are absolutely correct.

Rain, on my drive home:

There’s nothing spectacular about that video, but I do enjoy the sound.

Two posts on my Crimson blog: Tips for new journalists and Yesterdays are dead.

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