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Wednesday, September 28, 2005
03:19 p.m.
I'm still typing only with my left hand, so bear with me.
I met with an orthopaedic doctor/surgeon today. Besides the usual snail's pace service (which they thankfully moved up a little for my CT scan), there has no been a lot of good news. The doctor in Beaumont probably shouldn't have given me the local shot in my arm. It helped with pain, and helped me through the hurricane, but gave me other things to deal with in the long run.
The other bad news is that I will probably lose some motion in the elbow or wrist. But a lot of that I won't know until after surgery on Monday.

Saturday, September 24, 2005
11:15 a.m.
BROKEN IN TWO PLACES

I'm in good hands. Dr. Dan Thompson (my temporary guardian angel this week) shot me up, then wrapped me up.

Richard took this pic of Mike Bettes taking a picture of me.
I'm going to probably get the arm set, get screws in it, and maybe have to reset a tendon or ligament.
I also need to thank my first guardian angel this week, Donna Kleppe for giving me some greast first aid advice, amidst all of the constant barrage of phone calls from so many people who were trying to help me but were only getting in my way. I appreciate that you are thinking of me (most were only wanting me to get us back up on the air and din't care that I only needed 15 minutes or so to get an x-ray and get a proper cast), but some of the misguided help came in the form of trying to put people in danger to take my place, or trying to undermine my efforts by sitting in an office more than a thousand miles away, insisting that I follow rules at the risk of my own safety, and the safety of the crew I care so much about.
This year, satellite truck operators have become scared and up and left. Others put their truck in the wrong place and destroyed them, or in the least ripped a 40-thousand dollar satellite dish off the top.
I made it through a catergory 3 with literally one hand tied up. I still managed to post pictures of my humbling moments, and with one hand, type a message that I'm o.k., and should be fine once I get to Dallas to get my bones set.
Special thanks to everyone who called and worried only about me: Marianne, Rachel, Dad, Stacey, Johnny, Kenny, Innes... the list is really too long to mention... You all mean the world to me.

Friday, September 23, 2005
12:30 p.m.
Widespread Panic Stupid
Local radio stations, truckers, XM Radio stations, networks apparently need to stop giving advice. This was, by far, the worst and most shameful evacuation effort I've ever seen. And people are unpredictable, stupid, and lack all common sense.
What are the german shephards for? Are you going to eat them when you get hungry? (Hence the grill?)
We have to move again. Port Arthur is a bad place and will probably be washed away. Most of the city is only 17 feet above sea level. And I don't look forward to the traffic jam again.
My arm is still killing me, and I'm pissed I got into a hurry and got myself injured.

Thursday, September 22, 2005
11:14 p.m.
OH CRAP, DID I BREAK MY ARM?
I took a tumble, hurt myself and have to type with one hand.
Pictures coming on that one...
My friend Donna helped me out with proper med procedures (she was a nurse) and I'll be just fine. I'll be in pain, but fine.

Here's me with scar on chin, arm in sling (made from a chair bag).

This was before we left this morning.

Thursday, September 22, 2005
10:16 a.m.
HOLY SH&%! HIGH TIDE!
  Well, standby for more pictures, life just became interesting for the southwest end of the Weather Channel Stormchase Team. (We're thinking about adopting the name "Wildcats" but we're hoping for something with a little more punch, like "Super Action Weather Team."

  2:30 came really early for us, but the coffee is on, we are on pot number two. Richard is giving the thumbs up, and And we just received a call that we will be shifting east. Joy!
  The sun came up somewhere in the 7 a.m. hour, and we've been shifting to compensate for it every hour or so.
  A couple of residents have stopped by, which makes us wonder, "What the heck is wrong with you?" And we don't say it, because we are here, too. Well, we're moving down the road, so we'll see you in a few.

Thursday, September 22, 2005
08:48 a.m.
Lovely Rita, Meter Maid...
  Hello from Quintana Beach, just outside of Freeport, Texas where we are inches from the waterline.

  Weather Channel crew Mike and Keel are setting up to go live on the beach, where we have already come close to a couple of disasters (mostly high tide problems). It's becoming a beautiful day, but in a couple of days this little island will probably be wiped off the map, if the hurricane heads in this direction.

Friday, September 9, 2005
12:43 p.m.
BTW, I just added another "blogger" to my list of colleagues and friends here at Plastic Sled Quarterly.
Marc Oldham has started producing a blog about his travels as he was driving in and out of Mississippi, Louisiana, and now Texas.
Before you read it, a little bit of Marc's background: He used to work for the Weather Channel (in addition to a few local affiliates before that), then moved near Lawrence Kansas with his wife. For quite a while, he shot for "While you Were Out." He is now living in Wichita and has two children.

Friday, September 9, 2005
12:35 p.m.
I just heard from my mom that my great uncle Jim Beedle died in a car accident. He was 75-years-old and lived a good, long life. Jim was a kind man, and always helped others, sometimes at the expense of falling behind on his own errands.

I'm sure that my grandma will miss him very much. When my grandpa passed away, sometimes Jim would stop over and help her with a project, and he helped with a Lion's share of the work when my grandma added a sun porch on to her house.

Today, I'm leaving San Antonio and heading to Columbia, Missouri for a football game. I emailed my cousin Beau, and he said that he will be there, along with my Aunt Lucia and Uncle Stan.

Sunday, I have a Chiefs game, and Monday I'm scheduling in some time to pass out.

Wednesday, September 7, 2005
05:52 p.m.
Peyton Manning, do you really want to be a corporate whipping boy? I mean, really, lose the DirecTV banner in your background.

Peyton Manning

Kudos to you for helping out down in Louisiana. Peyton and Eli Manning took an AirTran Airways jet full of 15 tons of medical supplies, water, food, and sundries down to their “hometown” of New Orleans this week. They donned red cross vests (which hardly got dirty), and helped unload the plane of supplies onto red cross trucks.

AirTran, by the way, has received and asked for very little publicity. Maybe it has a little bit to do with the fact that they are based in Orlando and know what it's like to be socked by a hurricane. Maybe it has something to do with their failures as the former company called “Valujet” and after almost a decade nobody wants to be seen working with the company that once accidentally crashed a jet into the Florida Everglades in May of 1996, killing all of the people on board. Because honestly, a company that once did that can never make things right no matter how hard they try, just like anyone who messes up in any line of work must practically have to start over because so few people ever get a second chance.

This is a new era, and I believe that even you, Peyton Manning deserve a second chance. Quit cowtowing to the man, and show us who you really are. We see you helping, but it's more important what you do behind the cameras. You came in on a white horse, but the next day, and in consecutive days we found you back in Indy telling us that DirecTV was installing satellite television at the shelters. Who cares? What are you doing to make sure that the children and adults have books, school books, bags, pencils.

I have to hand it to some of those who have been the biggest whores in the business. For once, some of the largest US companies, like Microsoft, Dell and AT&T are bringing in phone and internet service, and computers so people can write to their loved ones. Instead of asking for publicity, the Associated Press picked up on the story and I discovered it scrolling across the bottom of the page yesterday. If marketing for Microsoft, Dell and AT&T wanted, they would have received much more publicity than a scroll at the bottom of a cable channel.

You, Peyton should watch colleagues like Randy Moss, who spends time with a little girl with cancer, and takes time to visit with kids and schools and make them feel better. Randy doesn't talk about this stuff, and rarely lets cameras follow him around. But more importantly, he sure as hell isn't going to be caught dead sitting in front of a backdrop with DirecTV logos all over it.

And DirecTV, if you really wanted to help people with your “Channel 100” get rid of that giant-ass logo in the upper right hand corner and put up some pictures of the missing... including the 700-plus missing children. We know we're watching DirecTV, dumbasses.

Oh, to all of you at the Indianapolis Star (the main newspaper) and the Sporting News magazine that named him "Best Player in the NFL," quit trying to ride on the coat-tails of anyone doing great things, you bunch of butt-kissers. Sure, he does great things, and leads a great NFL team, and did some amazing things by being a part of the Louisiana rescue mission. But we aren't going to give you kudos for giving other people kudos. You people could have used your skills in math or writing to help out with the space program, or the national science foundation, instead you're pushing sports stats and arguing about who could "throw a football over that mountain."

Grow up.

Friday, August 19, 2005
12:12 a.m.
Podcast Woes
  I purchased a new headset/microphone for producing podcasts while driving, but after listening to them I realized I couldn't upload about six of them because of a crackling noise.
  I think the noise was from back when I set the recorder on the dash, and it was bouncing around in the truck. Now, I have it "velcroed" to the dash, so hopefully I've fixed the problem.
  The first podcast of August also had to be chucked, but I was able to salvage a bunch of them.
  I also included who I was talking with, if I happened to remember who it was I was working with or talking to. And some of them I will try to clean up with a program like "Sound Soap" once I can pick up a copy of it.
  Well, I have an early morning call, so I'd better stop goofing around with this stuff.

Monday, August 8, 2005
02:40 p.m.
We will miss you, Peter

Photo Courtesy Steve Sontag

Peter Jennings
1938-2005

Sunday, August 7, 2005
08:12 p.m.
20050807
1544 HOURS

  I received a call back from my friend Kenny down here in Houston, and he said that he will have a day or two off between jobs this week at the same time I will have to bring the truck in for some service. So, if things work out, we may be able to get in a round of golf or go out fishing this week. I have already received several calls for some other jobs, so there's a good chance that I may instead have to push on to the next location again.
  I also uploaded some podcasts yesterday and have some more to upload today, as well as try to get some paperwork done. Although as I was sitting in the truck, a huge thunderstorm moved in, temporarily knocking out internet service and generally making a lot of loud booming noises and flashing bolts, creating a somewhat uncomfortable environment when I am sitting in a large metal box capable of conducting large amounts of electricity.
  The feeds we are doing today have gone swimmingly, something that often happens on a lazy Sunday. There is plenty of space available, and most of the time we've had the whole satellite transponder to ourselves. It takes me back to many a weekend, sitting alone at the Conus Master Control satellite access center, staring at a green screen, or watching cable, or surfing the internet, or talking with the random person who stumbled in from the newsroom, often with a Saturday evening hangover.
  In television, weekend crews are often the models of efficiency because they are unencumbered by the non-stop meetings going on throughout the day, the non-stop stream of phone calls and emails coming in from people who want something. And on weekends, crews usually go about their tasks, easily trade tasks among other colleagues (who happen to be on that side of town anyway), and often work on other projects, like archiving important footage and data that gets pushed off during the week.
  Last month I stopped and had a nice long talk with John Whaley, a former boss at WDIO in Duluth, Minnesota. We got on the subject of archives for a little while, and discussing how it would be a shame to see that stuff deteriorate. The issues are that a lion's share of their archives are on 16mm film and ¾ inch videotape, and the machines for both of those formats are disappearing, are becoming difficult to transfer because the media is old and brittle, and transferring from one format to another always degrades the signal just a little bit, so even after the material is transferred you still want to keep the old copies because you will never get that good of a copy again (until it gets to the point of breaking every time you touch the film or tape).
  Film preservation has made great strides, thanks to large companies like AMC (American Movie Classics), and TCM (Turner Classic Movies). But they have their hands full just restoring movies. They have done a lot of work to restore and save the Movietone news reels that used to play before movies, too. But nobody that I've heard of, besides maybe the Newseum is saving, or at least attempting to restore the 16mm film footage sitting in television station basements across the country and around the world.
  And here's the biggest issue with letting that stuff disappear: By the time somebody decides to save it, all of the photographers, reporters and producers who can actually identify the people, buildings, rooms, and general information about the footage will all be dead. By making an honest attempt to save it right now, our generation and the next won't have to be guessing when it comes to trying to identify the shots. A movie is pretty generic, and there is a cast of characters who are usually pretty easily identifiable. With news footage, a college campus or downtown scene could change completely in a matter of a few decades to where you won't be able to identify it. Stories could be revisited decades later, as the next generation takes the baton and runs with it, homes and important buildings burn down, are torn down, railways and boatyards disappear and make way for mini-malls. Beautiful parks and wetlands disappear as they make way for these malls and large department stores involved in this century's “Cola Wars.”
  If the news business doesn't step in to save it's own archives, this new trend of ownership changes, and local affiliates quitting the news service continues, a large part of our culture will disappear.

20050806
1255 HOURS

  I had a nice talk with my friend Stacey this morning about how she is thinking about venturing into a new business that would take her on the road to a lot of little town festivals and get-togethers, mostly historically based. What they're looking to do isn't really being done right now, so they're trying to put together a list of the equipment and sundries they will need. I had some ideas, but the more a person thinks about it, the longer the list becomes. So that will be her ultimate challenge: How little can they get by with, and still have everything they need to get the job done?
  The nomadic lifestyle is as it has always been, difficult. Equipment, especially technical equipment seems to be getting smaller and less power-hungry. And while now, most people meet their power requirements with small generators or large amounts of batteries, the future could see the use of more solar power. Since chipsets are reaching a temporary threshold (laptops haven't really gone beyond 1-2 Ghz chips in the past couple of years, where they doubled every year before that), that means power requirements haven't increased in the past couple of years, and that's given battery makers a chance to catch up just a little bit and make laptops and other portable devices more efficient.

Saturday, August 6, 2005
11:33 p.m.
Fishing pics

Here's my nephew, my mom and my brother fishing on Christine Lake in Northern Minnesota.

My nephew caught the first fish!

When my brother and I weren't fishing or eating, we were sleeping.

I'm ready to go fishing again. Anyone want to go?

Saturday, August 6, 2005
11:01 p.m.
Yep, everything is good, and I didn't erase anything. I put a bunch of new podcasts online and forgot that earlier I had hit the "archive button." Maybe it was a little lesson in not putting the cart before the horse. I am tired, and it has been a long day. I'm not caught up on uploading podcasts, but I'm getting close. Thanks for listening everybody! I've already gotten a couple of responses.

Saturday, August 6, 2005
10:58 p.m.
I need to check something here, because I think I just erased part of my blog. So this message means nothing, and you don't need to read it.

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