Kenny Smith | A remarkable thing happens …

journalism / Monday / Samford — Comments Off
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Nov 15

I want to ‘complain’ about some of my students

While we followed the horrible news from Paris last night our news editor learned that 11 Samford people were in the City of Light. (All are safe and accounted for.)

Naturally, she went to work, writing about that story. This made me read copy on a Friday night and fire off a few salvos of emails. And then they interviewed one of those people Saturday and wrote more. So I had to read that and write another few emails, praising our staff, advising them, giving them (hopefully) helpful ideas for their coverage. And now they’ll go talk to more of them, and all of this will no doubt repeat itself. Because a news editor, an English major who wants to work in museums, cares an awful lot about doing it right.

This happened on their Friday night and over the course of their weekend. This was in addition to their regular school week and the other jobs some of them have. It happened after they were in the newsroom until 2 a.m. on Wednesday morning putting together a newspaper and then spent three hours with me, until 9 p.m. on Wednesday night, talking about that issue. And they’ll do it all again tomorrow and Wednesday.

You have to be dedicated to work with student-journalists, because they are incredibly dedicated to their jobs. They care about their community and their pursuit of good journalism. Sometimes that means they work every day. Would that more did. Student-journalists don’t often get the credit for it that their output deserves, but it is gratifying to work with students so invested in the work they are doing, beyond the normal scope and scale in which they work.

Friday / memories / photo — Comments Off
13
Nov 15

Memory week photos, day five

For France:

A dear friend of ours is working in Paris this year. I listened to international radio on the way home as they started sharing the first horrific details. And then one reporter notes that their audience knows more about what is going on than most Parisians right now. So I pulled over to message our friend: You must tell people you are OK right now. But she’d already done it; she was safe.

She was supposed to go to one of those restaurants tonight, but her evening meeting ran late.

And that is the way things happen sometimes.

We’re wrapping up a week of skimming through old photos last week and see where they take us. So far as I can recall, I haven’t published these pictures anywhere. The theme is signs or words.

Here’s our last two for the week.

These are both from last summer’s travels. The first one is in the bowels of the London Tower. They sell these stickers and someone was unsupervised:

I wondered at the time if there was a political statement here — the locals were and are getting stirred up over various European issues — or if this was just someone being clever. Maybe someone was running from England back to Roman Britannia. But I doubt it.

It was our second trip to London. We had a great time. Maybe we’ll get to go back one in the near future. We’ve had a lovely time there both trips.

And, finally, from Berlin, the orange garbage can that says “Give it to me!”

So orange its Berlin. It is a clean city, as you’d imagine. We walked all over Berlin. I think we walked everywhere. We hope to go back to Germany one day, there’s an entire beautiful country to see.

memories / photo / Thursday — Comments Off
12
Nov 15

Memory week photos, day four

We’re checking out some old photos last week and following them down memory lane. So far as I can recall, I haven’t published these pictures anywhere. The theme is signs or words.

Here’s two now.

A restaurant restroom here in town. It isn’t the most clever thing in the world, but then it started with anger or an accident, so someone with a marker and some imagination did the best they could with it.

The store owner can’t get the drywall guy in there fast enough.

On campus, there’s the printing department’s printing department. I just found this wandering around from one office to another one day.

Or it could be just one department, now with two fonts and working on two different mediums!

I’ve got a different version of this and it is going at the top of the page one day. Two times the printing for one low price!

memories / photo / Wednesday — Comments Off
11
Nov 15

Memory week photos, day three

It was fun showing off old photos last week and following them down memory lane. So here’s some more of that for this week. As far as I can recall, I haven’t published these pictures anywhere. The theme is signs or words.

Here’s two now.

Ms. Buben’s 3rd and 4th grade class clearly had a big event at McDonald’s.

This is in Alaska. We were driving through this area as a wildfire was burning just a few miles away. Fortunately it was a very sparse area, so the human concerns were somewhat limited. But the sky was erie and all of the local store marquees were concerned with the fire and fire fighters.

Ms. Buben started teaching in the Soldotna school district in 1988. I wonder how many of those french fry crafts she’s supervised over the years.

These signs are for a dive restaurant near The Yankee’s hometown. It is one of those places that almost got washed out to see during Hurricane Sandy. I think it actually did and no one noticed. The stuffed burgers are good.

It is the best of the three or four places I’ve been that wound up on Guy Fieri’s show. The Italian place in front of the Duck, and beside this sign, is much better.

memories / photo / Tuesday — Comments Off
10
Nov 15

Memory week photos, day two

It was fun showing off old photos last week and following them down memory lane. So let’s do that this week. As far as I can recall, I haven’t published these pictures anywhere. We’ll try to do a theme for the week. These are all about signs or words.

Here’s two now.

You just don’t see as much bathroom graffiti as you used to. Or I just go to slightly better places these days. Maybe you just don’t see clever graffiti.

There’s just something perfectly detailed in the vagueness of that joke that I find myself really appreciating.

But graffiti is bad, we can all agree on that.

It has been a few years now, but I found this in a restaurant somewhere:

Great! I’ve been looking for that! I don’t remember what I had, but it was a late lunch and it was probably comfort food and I wanted a lot of it.