07
Sep 20

Just a few words about a casual bike ride

There’s a moment in this video where the frame rate and the RPMs of the spoke shadows synched up perfectly. Check this out:

This was of course, on a sunny Saturday bike ride, one of the highlights of the weekend.

Weekends taking on a curious level of sameness. We sleep in, get curbside pickup of Chick-fil-A for lunch, eat, go for a bike ride, get cleaned up and settle in for an evening of chatting with a few friends. Sundays usually have a lot of reading, or preparing for the week, or dreading it, or whatever it is that people do.

Next week, we’re changing it up. We’re going to go ride bikes somewhere else!

On our usual weekend route:

She takes beautiful pictures. Pointing those toes a little bit though …

I wonder if I should tell her. Nah. She was already ahead of me. “You’re riding better than me wrong!” would be bitter grapes, indeed.


04
Sep 20

Approved sidewalk painting

Well, you presume it was approved. A good stencil lends an air of legitimacy and authority.

These two were on sidewalk slabs near one another, just outside our building on campus. I wonder how many different bits of sloganeering that the Office of Sidewalk Painting created. It’s a big campus.

The #LocaleStrong thing is a bit tired. We should have retired that one with Boston. Let them keep it, they did it well. Now it’s a Beantown thing, and we all need our own hashtags. I just counted the mentions on Twitter. There’s been 62 uses of that hashtag since the beginning of the term two weeks ago. Most of them from official accounts. A few of the individual usages have been tongue-in-cheek. One was showing off a picture of the stencil work.

Just down the way, on the same block, some of the other signs were destroyed, and thrown into the creek.

I guess they didn’t see the stenciled, approved, graffiti.


03
Sep 20

Show – show – show, here we go!‬

‪In the spring, IUSTV’s production run was cut short by the university’s coronavirus shutdown. The last recording was with the sports crew, it was a March Thursday night. The outgoing sports director recorded a little monologue and then held a really touching meeting and he walked into the last weeks of his senior year and the first weeks of professional uncertainty. He, and every other senior, had such a scary, unenvious position just then. Some of them were starting to sign their first TV contracts at that moment. Others were doing job interviews. As far as I know and can tell, all of them, including that outgoing sports director, are working today. Almost all of them seem to be in jobs in their chosen flight path (including that departing sports director, who’s on-air at a hometown station) which is remarkable.

You couldn’t help but feel for those seniors, and all the underclassmen. When would we come back? What would that be like? And for our students in particular, you can’t thrive in Zoom meetings alone, which is what so much of those last weeks of spring became. The curriculum is so experiential, how would we deliver that?

Which brings us to the fall. We didn’t know, in March, what September and October and November would be like. We didn’t even know what April would look like. Maybe it’s still an open question, how the fall turns out, but I hope not. For all of the promise of technology, it brings some unique challenges, and pedagogical habits don’t, in fact, change overnight.

But, tonight — even amidst the unusual nature of these first few weeks, even as we don’t know how the semester will wind up — it’s developing in a familiar way for the TV crowd. The last show they recorded in the spring was sports, and so it’s fitting that the sports gang returned to the studio for the semester’s first production.‬

They don’t even have local sports, right now, but they were ready to be together, eager to be in a group, happy to do something. And, for a first production night, with new leadership (a solid, solid set) and some new members, and after an almost-six-month layoff, they did a fine job.

And it looks like the Big Ten may wind up reversing course to give them some sports content sometime in the next week or so, besides. Twenty, as the kids say, twenty.

When I left the building this evening:

This is the sunset view of choice around here. I’m not sure why. It is west. The fake ancient gates are behind me, but you’re just looking toward the downtown area. It seems like we could do better than this.

But we didn’t have to tonight. We didn’t have to tonight.


02
Sep 20

I do not blame Canada

Found this very American guy on the walk into the office today. Maples remain nature’s first quitters:

Blame Canada, as the joke goes, but I can’t do that. The Canadians are too nice. I blame Michigan, which lets too much of Canada get over the border, meteorologically speaking.

This seems a silly thing to even think about just now. I can’t help it. Fall is soggy mess in my head because I dread the gray of winter. Summer is a perpetual exercise of waiting for the other shoe to drop because I dread the gray of winter. Spring doesn’t happen because it’s the gray of winter here until the second week of April. And that sits on your psyche all year long.

It’s a charming way to live, really. Even when the day, today, looks like this:

It’ll be gray before the end of the month, and then the weather will be all over the place until some point in December when the sun just gives up, all because the earth has to spin and rotate and such.

Sub-tropical living is the place I oughta be.

I talked to one of the student affairs people about stuff happening on campus, and stuff not-happening on campus. It seemed good timing for the student slice of audience. If that’s you, then this is for you. If you aren’t a student, or otherwise interested in student services and groups, you can safely move on.

Unless you’re a completist, in which case: Like Canada, I apologize.


01
Sep 20

And happy September

This month will be totally better, don’t you agree?

Here are some roadside flowers I found.

I was standing on the side of the road for the same reason that every guy does, so they can take a picture of their wife as they ride by on their bicycle. You saw that photo yesterday. But what you didn’t see was all of the cars that went by wondering what I was doing on the side of the road.

Do people still think like that? Probably not. Everyone here is very particular about studiously avoiding interacting with others. In the car that’s easiest done, of course, by people staring at their phone while driving.

One of those sorts of drivers almost flattened me at a stop sign today. I looked at him and said, “OK, Boomer.”

We saw this car this weekend. Not sure if the driver was on the phone, but at least that’s a self-aware car owner.

Unless they’re un-self-aware. Maybe their friends or family members are putting stickers on the back of the car and the owner hasn’t caught on. I check my tires every so often, but, really: How often do you examine your vehicle for rogue stickers, anyway?