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4
Apr 18

I practiced media things today

Today is the fourth of April. We had more snow flurries today. For much of the day, in fact. If felt like 32 degrees this morning. Because, in April, you should still be using wind chill.

This is silly talk in the face of all of that, I know, but maybe there is hope.

Yesterday was the 50th anniversary of the murder of Martin Luther King, Jr. That makes today the 50th anniversary of an important newspaper column. We talked about it on the podcast today:

Also today I talked to Raju Narisetti. He’s the CEO of the Gizmodo Media Group, and an IU grad. He’s in town for a campus-wide program and we had him in the studio for an interview today. I’m not sure when that one will get published — it takes some time — but I’ll get to share it eventually.

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28
Mar 18

A day was had

Here are two news show. They talked about campus news and pop culture events.

The two hosts of the pop culture show are seniors, but the anchors on this particular episode of the news show are sophomores, which is quite impressive, really.

Otherwise, my day was full of meetings. A student here, studio time there, a meeting about meetings upstairs. Your standard Wednesday. The best thing about it being that tomorrow is Thursday.

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21
Mar 18

Its still winter, in spring

I’m not accustomed to seeing cotton bolls in March. Then again, I’m not accustomed to seeing snow in March, either:

It’s still spring, by the way. And at lunch I saw this second, or third, sign of spring:

It’s hard to keep count, there have been daffodils and the eternal budding-but-not-opening of trees and my first robin of the year, and pointless, too. Winter isn’t hardly done with us yet.

But, for this afternoon’s neighborhood 5K, when it had warmed up to an impossible 46°, I wore a sweatshirt. I did that for the first 1.8 or so, and then discarded it. I ditched it just before the shady and cold segment.

Now, normally that would be one of those things you’d laugh and shiver about. Timing, am I right? But I did this in the neighborhood. I did this in the neighborhood, the place where, presumably, I know where the shady spots are.

So this was a lovely experience. Ten years ago we were at Peju, got a few of these and held on to one. And held on to it and held on to it and held on to it. After a while it became a joke.

Then, as I tend to do, I got sentimental about it. We got some more, so that solved the nostalgia problem. And by then we figured we should probably ought to wait until the 10th anniversary.


And here we are. Tonight was the 10th anniversary. The cork didn’t cooperate, but we filtered out the debris.

It was quite tasty after we let it breathe. I don’t know if it was worth hanging on to for all of that time, but it was worth getting sentimental about.

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14
Mar 18

Turns out, it isn’t that cold

I went to Menard’s Monday, which has become a source of fascination for me. You can buy a lot of stuff there! From Pop Tarts to post hole diggers, from clothes to claw hammers. From deck chairs to dish soap, it’s amazing!

I looked at a few things, I picked up a few pieces of wood for future projects. I went outside because, for everything that the inside holds, the outdoors setup behind the store has to be twice as big.

Here’s one of the two drive-through warehouse shed things:

This one has siding, insulation and drywall and the like. The other was just stuffed full of lumber. You can get just about any kind or cut of cedar you want. I don’t think you can find a dimensional lumber they don’t carry. And then there’s the island in the middle of it all, the Ray’s Discount section. Right next to that, the railroad ties:

Used, mind you. I bet no one ever asks them what they were used for.

So, that’s what I did Monday, I shopped. But I bought no railroad ties. (I don’t have a train.) It was chilly, but not so bad you couldn’t walk around in a giant retail wonderland. Tuesday, I shot footage of the snow in our backyard. And now there’s a cat to be held. I have mentioned here before the lava blanket game. Allie will tolerate the brown fuzzy blanket. There’s something about the white blanket, which is of exactly the same material, that she will go out of her way to avoid. If you cover up from shoulder-to-toe under the white blanket, she will lay on the part of you that is exposed. Anything but that blanket, which must be lava. And if she tolerates the white blanket, you know it is quite chilly, indeed.

Anyway, I was under the white blanket, and she came to lay on me, and managed to park herself on the blanket. She’s getting over the lava game, I figured. And then I covered her up with the back half of the blanket. I looked over and said “Look! She likes it!”

“No, she doesn’t,” The Yankee said, took this picture.

Often when I greyscale a picture for the site it is a subtle reminder to me that I didn’t take this picture. But those eyes are the point, and so I returned the saturation, so that you could get a true sense of the “Get me out of here, hooman!” that was playing out on her face.

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7
Mar 18

“Ich hoffe, dass jemand meine bekommt …”

Here are some pictures I took from the Sunday drive back up that I didn’t put anywhere. We simply can’t have that. One mustn’t take photographs for the pure joy of hearing a shutter close, or for seeing the fake version of that a phone offers. No,
no. How would anyone ever know you were there? How could they tell you’ve done the thing? Or saw the stuff?

Here’s a bit of what you see on parts of I-69 somewhere around Evansville, I think.

I don’t know for sure. We’d been in the car for hours already, and at some point you just lose track of where you are.

And when that happens I spend time thinking about how I would tell the person on the other end of an emergency call if I had to reach them.

“There’s been an accident by … this sunset. But it’s a really beautiful sunset, and you should roll some people out here to see it.”

The Yankee was on the podcast today. We talked about the newest old discovery, a message in a bottle.

It was a German bottle, dropped off to test currents. And it is now thought to be the oldest known message in a bottle. (By now you should be thinking of the Police song, and that’s a good thing.)

Have you ever put a message in a bottle? (We talked about that in the podcast.) Did you hear anything back from it?

How many do you suppose you’d have to drop into the ocean to be sure you’d get a response? And does anyone even do this anymore? After elementary school, I mean. It seems an action that is a metaphor, really. There’s a bit of whimsy and hopefulness in the whole process. What should I write? Roll this up and jam the message in the bottle. And then, finally, the heave. A lot goes into that throw, which is probably a metaphor within the larger metaphor. Whatever the message in the bottle, we’re really saying something important here: get back to me.

Because my commander really needs some ocean current data.

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