Wednesday


2
Feb 11

You did not see your shadow

Also, it was National Signing Day. I (re-)wrote this piece for The War Eagle Reader and received a few nice comments.

I must be doing something right, even the spam comments that come into this site are complimentary. I guess the plan of attack has changed: kill ’em with kindness. Better than ads for pills and bank notices. Not as good as the fake Rolex ones, though.

Lots of meetings today. Had a long sit-down about our website. I wrote a two page memo on all of the changes we’re about to make. And then there was a newspaper meeting, where we marked up pages of newsprint. This is the first paper of the new semester, which is always a difficult thing. How does one write about things that happened days or even weeks ago with a new angle?

The next two weeks of the paper will surround Step Sing, the song and dance revue that features about 20 percent of the student population. At least they know what they’ll be writing about.

Met with the boss, did a little reading and a little writing. A lot of grading.

The students in the class I’m teaching refine their resume over the course of the semester and I’ve been compiling notes to help with the task. Resumes are both tedious and important, of course. I talk about clarity, brevity, accuracy, consistency.

Many of the resumes I looked through tonight were quite good. Now the drum beat will grow louder. “Get involved. Work at the campus paper, the campus television station, or the magazines or radio.”

This is an introductory class in our curriculum, of course, but it is fun watching students realize the importance of that idea. Journalism and public relations and broadcasting are careers built on examples of quality, so we encourage students to get involved early and keep working on campus until they graduate and move into the professional realm.

Which is why I graded resumes until almost midnight.

The groundhog says there are 13 more weeks of that.


26
Jan 11

“An expression and sentiment that has aged very well”

Spent the full day in the office staring at the computer. There’s this to work on, that to read, the other to write and so on.

FamilyPortait

I did make this and uploaded it to Tumblr at some point in a small break this afternoon. Spencer Hall ran across it and offered up the warmest bit of pop analysis that a blog can offer on a 40-year-old freelance postcard design.

The problem was that things have changed since 1969. So I made the additions in that family portrait gimmick. Now all of those stares seem to make a lot more sense. Interlopers.

I’m steaming ahead through Robin Hood, the BBC version, as it plays along in the background while I do other things. This series is perfect for that. You watch the first six minutes, get the gist and tune it out until the resolution. There’s the problem, the fighting, something is stolen from the rich and the capture of someone. Then comes a moralistic dilemma, the rescue, the “curses, you evildoers!” moment and then the laugh at the end. Add in a little more fighting when necessary, move a few of the elements around to keep it fresh and have a nice day.

You know it is serious when he’s aiming his bow at someone. The guards here are more predictable than red shirts. They get almost as much dialog and they seem to fight just enough to allow the good guys to get away or are far enough away to take the occasional arrow.

I’ll finish the series up this weekend. It ran for three seasons, which is not unusual in the UK, where television programs are built shorter. Many of your favorite shows here would have benefited from that decision, too.

I’m watching this on Netflix, which is another of man’s greatest recent inventions. No longer does one need to get emotionally invested in a television show. Just wait until it comes out and watch it all in a rush. Chew it up as pastiche, especially in Netflix’s streaming format, and move on. The biggest thing is the HBO problem. They’ll license their programming for discs, but not for streaming.

HBO Co-President Eric Kessler went on the record as saying “there is a value in exclusivity,” and that people would “pay a premium” for it.

Co-president? Is that why they’re seeking to make their customers pay for their programming twice? HBO has their own service, still trying to gain market penetration. It seems they’re having the same fight they had in the 70s and 80s.

I grew up with HBO. I mean HBO and I grew up together. When we first picked up the channel on our cable system the churn rate was still high and they were celebrating becoming a 24-hour channel. The movies were still awfully repetitive, though, but hey, it wasn’t the Big Three. There were no commercials. It was novel. They had the coolest pre-roll maybe ever.

That still makes me want to watch a movie right now.

At the end of my days in undergraduate, though, money got tight and I just dropped my cable altogether. When I could afford television again I just went the basic route. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve missed HBO. And, happily, those have been supplemented by the inevitable DVD releases of their (usually quite good) original programming.

Netflix, meanwhile, has 20 million subscribers, as of today. It is an experimental way to watch movies. For the small monthly fee we can see everything, which really removes the risk. I’ve watched some dreadful things on Netflix, at least the first few minutes of dreadful things. I’ve also watched guilty pleasures as background sound. The Philadelphia Experiment did not age well, friends.

So now I’m watching Robin Hood on a computer. I can also watch it on my television. Next week I’m going to sit on a spin bike and watch a movie on my phone. We live in the future.


19
Jan 11

“Like Agnes, Agatha, Germaine, and Jacq”

I learned today a photograph of mine is being published in a book. Perhaps more than one. The Email reads “We are happy to inform you that one (or more) of your photos has been selected for publication … ”

They could be more specific, but, then, it is a coffee table book. Perhaps they can’t. Maybe the coffee table book industry is in flux about the size of their margins and page counts and that’s left everything up to a last-minute design by some machine tech who’s going to be doing the actual heavy lifting. Maybe there’s some question about whether a book should have odd or even pages and an extra photograph or two hangs in the balance. Maybe they just like to keep their options open. This is for a book on Auburn football. You can find out more about it here.

Spend some time on campus this afternoon. We had a meeting about a class which is set to begin next week. We’re teaching three sections of the same class and are trying to standardize things a bit. One of my colleagues has done a very nice job pulling all of this together, and so this was a great meeting.

This is a survey class where we take new students and give them the opportunity to learn about various types of media and public relations and advertising. In the overview we take field trips. Now I just have to line up a television station, a magazine publisher and a PR firm. That’s for the rest of the week.

We had a late lunch at Moe’s Original BBQ with Brian. I think we might have been the only people in the place. For a while I wasn’t sure that the one employee was there. But the barbecue was good.

We stopped at the mall for The Yankee to exchange something at Sephora. She exchanged her product there and the lady running the counter complained of gas prices. I told her to try a horse. Government regulations have improved their oats mileage, you might have heard.

We drove home in the darkness. As we got off the interstate I learned that my wife has, improbably, never heard Biz Markie’s classic hit. So, for her, and for you:

That spent 22 weeks on the Billboard chart in 1990, earning heavy rotation from January to June, peaking at ninth that March. Only Phil Collins, Michel’le, Billy Joel, Bad English, Taylor Dane, The B-52s and Janet Jackson topped Biz at his height of popularity, and three of their songs were number ones.

How did she miss that?


12
Jan 11

Can you spot what’s different here?

Woke up in a foul mood. There was a bad dream filling up my morning. And the blogosphere wants for nothing less than someone pecking on about their dreams, but something bad had happened in the dream. It was at least indirectly my fault. In that way of dreams that doesn’t make any sense later, nothing was done to resolve the problem for three days.

It took a while to shake all of that today. It is one thing for someone to be mad at you for something you’ve done in their dream, but another thing altogether to be mad about something that happened in your own. So there was that.

Read some. Window shopped some. Walked around all day thinking it was Thursday. Changed a few things on the site. There’s a new picture across the top here. The historical banner page has been updated. I streamlined the links on the rest of the site. I took out two slow moving widgets from the right rail on this page.

I added a picture something to the Tumblr site. I deleted, from here, three paragraphs on why the Tumblr app dislikes adding asterisks. Apparently that is code for italicize, when it should be code for an Alan Alda reference.

(Next week I’ll try to get back into the habit of the regular features around here.)

And now, to put you in a reflective mood, the library at sunset:

library

More tomorrow. I’ll start the day with a brighter mood and do some more interesting things than site maintenance.


5
Jan 11

Random things to distract you

It seems that Ted Williams got a job, and a house.

That should just make your day. And it looks more and more legitimate, which is, of course, even better.

The cable company came out this afternoon. Each of the last three days we’ve lost our connection to the Internet. We were forced to watch regular television and interact with one another. Well. We called Charter, told the man we’d gone through the resets and we were thinking about the new cable company that is coming to town. He promised to send a guy out today, and so the man came out today.

He’s been here before. We’ve had, I think four visits from Charter — add that to the list. He’s a nice guy, very personable, quick to laugh and tell stories. He remembered being here before, which is something. Told him the problem, tried the car metaphor. Of course it works now. But when it doesn’t work it slows down. And then stops. And then it fights for forever to turnover and connect us again to the ones and zeros.

He runs two tests on his television prop tricorder and pronounces the numbers to be good. So, tomorrow, he’ll call another technician out to investigate the lines coming from the central matrix node. Apparently that’s a different pay grade. He will let us know what he learns.

It occurs to me that this must be a great job. “How are ya? Where’s the modem? What is it doing? Let me run a test. All pluses! Let me make a call. OK, someone else is going to come out tomorrow. Take care, now.”

Funniest thing I’ve seen today? We came in from dinner at Cheeburger and I was, for some reason, singing Single Ladies. So I played it on YouTube. And then I found this:

Jeff Tweedy may just be a little too smart for all of this.

Back to the studying.