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Apr 14

Being impressionable

I am not a food blogger. I am not a food blogger. I am not a food blogger.

But I went to The Paw Paw Patch, which does a cafeteria style meat-and-three. And the vegetables were a childhood memory. I often eat things in a certain order, for whatever reason, and I eat each option without swapping out to a new part of the dish. But these, as a child I mixed up.

food

So when I saw them on the food line I smiled. I knew what I was getting. But I did not stir up the entire plate. Funny how something like that can make an impression on you. Maybe we don’t often realize it until after the fact, if even then. And how we make our impressions upon others? That’s always a mystery. Something to think about.

When I was eating the owner came out and offered some of those ice pops you had in elementary school. Apparently he was just trying to make some space. He began talking with an elderly man and woman a few tables away. Somehow the conversation turned to the owner’s wife and how she once worked at a fur store about 15 or 20 years ago. This elderly lady had purchased a fur coat there during those same years. She said she paid $7,000 in cash and does your wife remember that?

So he had to call his wife to find out the level of impression and the older pair ate their little popsicles.

The older gentleman had apparently just gotten out of the hospital for some reason or another and he said that this, at Paw Paw Patch, was the first good meal he’d enjoyed in several days. And I thought back to when I visited a friend in the hospital and her husband had gone out to get her a plate from Paw Paw Patch because it was one of her favorite restaurants. I can’t ever go there without thinking about, because that was, I think, the first time I’d heard of the place. That’s an impression to make.

I also will forever think of the time I walked in there and the staff and I did lines from Coming to America. They seemed entertained that I knew most of the script.

Things to read … because the Giants can’t play the Packers every night.

Limestone, Lincoln EF-3 tornadoes remained on ground for about 30 minutes each, tracking almost 16 miles each

Lee County tornado placed in F3 category

Volunteers, donations needed for county’s storm victims

Day care worker dies saving child in tornado

Those are some stories worth remembering. Here are a few more worth keeping in mind.

Average visit at newspaper site: 1.1 minutes

We’re headed for a really big ‘collision’ between content and connection networks

Hard Evidence: How Does False Information Spread Online?

The Onion sets its sights on BuzzFeed, Upworthy

I also have an impression of one of the first pieces from The Onion that I read — though I thought it was older. How many stories from 15 years ago can we recall?


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Apr 14

Three dead in Alabama storms

Two were killed in Limestone County, in north Alabama.

One died in Tuscaloosa, in west Alabama. The location wasn’t in the direct path of a tornado, nevertheless a college student died saving his girlfriend. He held up a retaining wall, a wall, so she could get out of the way.

Greater love hath no man than this.

That story … I look at my students and picture this and it is deeply, emotionally hard to conceive. And because of it we are now finding out about how a seemingly incredible young man lived through his last, selfless act. It is most assuredly a moving, tragic, and chivalrous tale. You can’t imagine what his family must be feeling. For his mother to stand in front of his friends the next day and say things like that. What a lady. Maybe that’s where John Servati got his character from. Maybe it will remain an inspiration to us.

Meanwhile the local media, after marathon coverage last night, is getting ready for another round this evening. (Update: The weather wimped out here, but the Gulf Coast got walloped with rain. The flooding they received, feet of it in places — helped lessen the energy in the atmosphere that was expected to feed into more potentially dangerous weather here.) And one of our other best assets, the hardworking line crews at Alabama Power, are out in their trucks and they will work until the work is done. They’d restored power to 80,000 customers before noon today. They never get enough credit, so here’s a dollop more.

The pictures rolled in. The house fires, the wide flooding in some locations, the home that had a roof blown off by lightning.

And, these days, there is drone footage. I need a drone.

I grew up just a few minutes from there. Also, I need a drone.

Other stories give us a sense of the wide range of the tornado outbreak. And perspective:

John L. Johnson said the couple lives with their daughter. During the storm, the family huddled in the downstairs hallway with John L. covering his daughter and wife.

While their house, which recently received new siding and a roof following last year’s hail storm, is considered destroyed by the American Red Cross, Ruth Johnson said she can’t help but feel lucky.

“You can’t get angry at mother nature,” said Johnson. “My family is alive. I feel blessed.”


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Apr 14

We’re fine after the storms

Part of my job is to be watchful. My students work in a learning laboratory after having absorbed great lessons from talented faculty in the classroom. They are, historically, a thoughtful lot. They are also diligent and hardworking and all of that means I watch a lot, confer some and often say yes and seldom say no. All of the journalism that is done in our newsroom the students do, as it should be. You learn a lot from the practice. You learn a lot from success and from obstacles, too.

I have this great job of watching them work hard, see them figure it all out and then help them as they get stuck or when they need a small course correction. I provide advice and the occasional as-needed oversight, though that sort of thing is usually minor. I’m proud of the work they do, and it has more to do with the first paragraph than this one.

Then the weather rolled in. It had claimed 16 lives in Arkansas and we’ve been waiting for it to arrive here for days. So, I actually did the tiniest bit of curating of news on the campus paper’s Twitter account. And I do still enjoy the feel of pecking away at breaking news, something we occasionally have on our beautiful campus, though not often of this type.

And the weather got a little close tonight. The part of the storm that had the best chance of threatening our campus was tracking a few miles to our northwest and, even then, it did before it got into our area. For a few moments it was a concern.

And then the shelter selfies started. A moment or two later the skies calmed down locally. We can’t be sure one didn’t have to do with the other, but let’s not discard anything to hastily.


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Apr 14

West Point Lake Olympic triathlon

Today I swam 1,500 meters, rode 40 kilometers and ran 10K. This was my first Olympic distance triathlon. I finished it.

The Yankee gave an excellent list of post-race thoughts on her experience on Twitter

So I thought I’d give it a try as well. Here they are for the site, with a bit more elaboration.

First of all, here’s the finish line. My beautiful wife took this picture just before I crossed it. You’ll notice the crowds have gone. You can imagine why.

Finish

In the lake thoughts: “Can’t breathe. Don’t drown. Why can’t I swim? Don’t drown.”

We rented wet suits. This race was still wetsuit legal because we have had exactly one week of spring and the water just hasn’t warmed up much yet. We’d intended to go to an open-water swim practice last week, but the morning that was held the weather was chilly to cold and getting in water didn’t seem all that appealing. Today, in her aquabike and my triathlon, we tried them out for the first time. She really liked hers. Mine, it turns out, tended to constrict my breathing. I’m not the best race swimmer in the world anyway and I’m almost always in a beautiful, clear-bottomed pool. Put that, brown lake water and a new breathing experience together … well, I wasn’t the last one out of the water. But it was close.

I had a nice chat with one of the lifeguards who was paddling along as I worked my way to the end of the swim, though.

Here’s the swim route. Nine buoys, 1,500 meters, a big loop:

swim

On-the-bike thoughts: “I am the best bad rider out here!”

All the serious cyclists were far ahead. I swept up a lot of people who struggle in the cycling portion of the race. No one passed me, so I found myself making up some ground, in a virtual way. I always cheer on others I pass who are working hard. We all need it from time to time.

This route, which features about 1,000 feet of climbing, starts at the star at the bottom left of the map below, goes up and to the right near the airport and then sprints back down to the water. You come back up from that park and then turn right to head home. As I was heading toward that park The Yankee was coming to the turning point to head back to the start/finish. (She’s a much better race swimmer and had an early time trial start time.) We waved. I thought I might be able to catch her. Nope. She was moving.

bike

Running thoughts: “I still have to run!? … Why did it take three miles for my calves to unclinch? … Those two ladies cheated!”

No one passed me except for the woman who admitted to taking a short cut and the other one who might have also shorted herself at the turnaround. She would have caught me anyway.

Look closely at the run route. We ran from Georgia into Alabama. And back:

run

Olympic tri finish line thoughts: “Go strong … Don’t look at the clock. Smile! Where is the water? Give me all of the water!”

Being happy at the finish is important. This was my first Olympic-distance triathlon and I’m not really in the shape I want to be in for them. My swim was bad, my bike was OK and my run left a good deal to be desired. The ride, which will always be my favorite part, was weird. I’d been telling myself for days that I wouldn’t save anything after the ride because the run was so flat. Who needs legs for that? And then my swim was so bad I spent the rest of the race wondering if I should conserve my legs for the run or just go. I never did resolve that issue, and I think it showed in both the bike and the run as far as energy levels and how my legs felt.

But! I was outside, doing something fun, enjoying a beautiful day and trying to be healthy. I don’t even feel miserable at the end. I feel surprisingly good, and that’s not just the endorphines talking.

I do not know what is happening.

We found a training routine last year that says on race day you get to bask in the achievement. We read “bask” to mean ice cream. And so it has been that we’ve probably had the worst food day of the year. But I found a website that told me how many calories I burned and, suddenly, that became the most official site on the Internet, because it says I burned a lot of calories.

Goals for the day: Don’t drown. Check. Don’t get swept up in the water (they have a time limit on the swim). Check. Don’t have any mechanical problems on the bike. Check. Finish. Check. Don’t be last. Check.

The Yankee, meanwhile, finished second in the women’s division of the aquabike – a swim/ride race of the same distances I did today. She finished third overall. Because she is awesome.

And now I’m an Olympic-distance triathlon survivor. Coming up next is a sprint triathlon, which is considerably shorter, but no less fun.


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Apr 14

The early ‘Catching up’ post

Catching up is always a Sunday afternoon post. Tomorrow’s plans are different, though, and I have to get rid of these pictures somehow. So follow along with me now …

First, a study in Chick-fil-A bovines … This guy may just barely fit under the name Bos primigenius.

cow

This one, meanwhile, is much larger, and of course fits the mental image Chick-fil-A has given us of barely literate dairy cattle advocating that you should really leave their kind alone and, instead, enjoy delicious poultry products. This one will have some explaining to do when all the other Holsteins realize that’s a leather glove.

cow

In stop and go traffic, more stop than go, I ran across this piece of heavy machinery. I think it might actually be a transformer. See the guy on the left? He struck a pose for me. I did not take a picture of that.

construction

I finally got a halfway decent shot of the bridge with no road in it. I can now move on:

bridge

This machine makes bacon, and has no qualms about shooting it into your eyes. Bring your own safety glasses:

bacon

Today I did a little 7.75 mile ride and just under a mile of jogging as a brick. All it did was convince me that I’m kidding myself about my training. Tomorrow, we’ll prove it!