So New: In Which I Take The Bean Out (40 of 90)

Two years ago, I dated a woman with a 16-year old daughter. That was a first for me. I’ve certainly dated single moms before, but never one with a kid who would really remember any interactions we’d have.

I fell in love with her immediately, the way in which adults fall in love with children. She was this beautiful, funny, engaging, shy, nerdy, awesome love-able kid. We had our ups and downs, most of which I was prepared.

(Of course, I was wholly unprepared for the strength of the emotional outbursts – both good and bad – that come with being a teenager. Even as someone who has taught teenagers, it’s hard to gird yourself for that inevitable one-on-one clash.)

Still, in the short time The Bean’s mom and I dated, I developed a bond with her. One that I was devastated to lose when my relationship with her mom ended.

I kept in touch with The Bean through social media, although I checked in with the ex to make sure that it was okay. I’m very cognizant that she’s not my child and I wouldn’t ever want to over-step my bounds in that way. Still, I really wanted to catch up with the nugget in person. There’s only so much Twitter can do. I ran the idea of taking The Bean out past the ex, and she graciously agreed.

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So New: In Which We Write in Cafes (39 of 90)

I’ve been derelict in my writing.

I wish I could say that I haven’t been avoiding it, but the reality is I’ve let my life and school get between me and the words. It’s created a weird angst within me, the calling that usually comes before I cut the reigns and find myself roaming the countryside looking for what’s next.

I’m trying very hard to avoid that this time. I have a good life here in Indiana and the opportunity to do some amazing work.

So my former student Tiffany dragged me out into the city for a night of writing at cafes. Her charge: find us places to wander throughout the city. I have to say: she did an amazing job.

Our first stop: Henry’s on East Street. (See my Yelp review here.)

The ever-diligent Tiffany had printed directions for us, which we promptly ignored as we got lost. We somehow turned a 1-minute walk into a 20-minute escapade, although truth be told those are usually the best times. Only the ominous skies kept it from being entirely enjoyable.

But we made it inside before the rains came.

We plugged in and started working at 3:30 and stayed until just before closing at 7 pm.

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So New: In Which We Go To Bonge’s Tavern (38 of 90)

I’ve been plotting a trip to Bonge’s Tavern for a few weeks, but my plans kept falling through.

That fact was disappointing me because I’d heard nothing but amazing things about this place, which is odd considering it’s in the middle of nowhere.

How in the middle of nowhere, you ask. Check out this map and see.

It’s roughly 45 minutes from downtown Indianapolis and 45 minutes from Muncie. Which doesn’t seem so out of the way until I give you two more pieces of information.

The first: it’s an hour from downtown Indianapolis to Muncie, which means the trip to Bonge’s is 30 minutes out of the way; the second: it’s buried off the main drag, along a series of state routes that eventually lead you to a telephone pole with a hand-written sign on it that says “Bonge’s Tavern” to let you know you’re not lost.

Let me tell you: the wait was worth it. (Read my Yelp review here.)

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So New: In Which We Have a Night of Dinner and Jazz in the City (37 of 90)

I love jazz.

In every city I’ve lived, one of the first things I do is seek out the jazz clubs where you can have dinner, a few drinks and an evening of jazz. There’s simply nothing better in the world.

I’ve been lax so far but this weekend I re-started the search.

My friend and I headed to First Friday, the monthly downtown art walk, but the snow and cold weather scattered most of the vendors. After a few brief stops, (my art bank Yelp review and my The Frame Shop Yelp review), we went to Agio (see my Yelp review) for dinner. I’d eyeballed the place the last few times I’d been to Massachusetts Avenue. There’s always some torch singers playing and I’m a fan of that. And the interior looked intriguing in a Roaring Twenties way.

The food was okay. The company was wonderful. The best part of the place: the lounge bar with the singer. I wish we’d have just stayed there.

Fortunately, there was more good music on the horizon.

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So New: In Which We See The Rocky Horror Picture Show (36 of 90)

A few days ago, I wrote about the special place The Rocky Horror Picture Show holds in my family’s lore. So tonight as my friend Hillary and I settled in to the festivities at the Irving Theater, I was pumped.

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But I don’t want to rush through the story, which began during this week’s Glee episode that features seven songs from the movie.

As soon as the show ended, I began searching for places that still showed Rocky in the Indianapolis area. No problem, I figured, since it’s Halloween.

Ball State was having a showing, but I wasn’t too keen on hanging out with a bunch of students on campus this weekend. I posted as such on Twitter and in just a few minutes, a work colleague posted a link to a showing at the Irving Theater. I sent a message to Hillary, who was down for the show and the plan was in motion.

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After a great dinner at Capri Ristorante (see my Yelp review), we made our way to the theater. The doors opened at 10:30 pm, but I was told we might want to get there a bit early to avoid the line. So we did just that, where we were promptly marked as Virgins since it was our first time at the show.

(Aside: I have an amazing picture of Hillary that I have been banned from posting. She looks awesome, but you are now subjected to my silly ass picture. I apologize for that.)

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So New: In Which We Get Fancy in Indy (35 of 90)

I’ve come to accept that I’m a little bit snobby.

I don’t know how this happened or why this happened. I only know that it did happen. I’ve accepted it, embraced it and moved along. But I’ve been hard pressed to find people who are willing to join me on these escapades as a Fancy Lad in the City.

Fortunately, I’ve met some neat folks in the area and last night, a friend and I spent the evening bouncing around Indianapolis indulging in such snobbery.

We started off at the Corner Wine Bar (see my Yelp review), a cute little place in Broad Ripple. I’d been through the place last month when I met up with a few Twitter friends in The Wellington, a bar attached to the wine bar.

It really is an amazing little place. I’m positive I’ll be dragging my laptop down there this weekend for some writing. If I can’t be in Europe, I may as well go to Euro-places.

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So New: In Which I Run 20 Miles (34 of 90)

Thirty-seven weeks ago I quit smoking. Thirty-six weeks ago I started running. In just a few weeks, I’ll be tackling the Tecumseh Trail Marathon in Bloomington, Indiana, which has 3,500 feet of elevation. I’m a little concerned at the moment.

All I can do is train. Today was my first long run: 20 miles.

The day started like all my other runs at the trail head where I begin my runs five times a week. The weather report said the rain wouldn’t come until 4 pm. I took this picture at 1:15. If all went well, I should return just as the rain hit.

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Scenes from TedXCincy

A huge thanks to the photographers roaming the grounds during the TedXCincy event. You can check out the entire group here. Here are a few shots of my stalking the stage:

My opening discussion about how story 3.0: Telling Stories

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The beginning of my discussion about the ideas of Vannevar Bush and JCR Licklider, which give us the outline for how modern stories can – and will – be told.

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So New: In Which Dale Herigstad Speaks at Ball State (31 of 90)

On Tuesday night, Dale Herigstad came to Ball State University as part of the Letterman Speaker Series. (Here he’s decked out in his best Neo-Preacher Future Man outfit, which rocked.)

The series, which brought in Twitter co-founder Biz Stone, is one of the coolest parts of my job.

As it turns out, Herigstad – the chief creative officer of Schematic – is friends with Katz, my friend from Sheffield, England who is staying with me this week. So we – along with the dean and associate dean of my college – grabbed a bite to ea at Amazing Joe’s before his presentation.

Herigstad is on the cutting edge of interface design. Which may sound a bit dull. Except interface design is pretty much at the heart of everything in a digital, networked age. (Check out Keiichi Matsuda’s website to see exactly what I’m talking about.)

So, you know, just another night in Muncie, Indiana.

So New: In Which I Eat at Mesh (29 of 90)

I’ve fallen in love with Massachusetts Avenue in Indianapolis, which I suppose isn’t very difficult to do since there’s so much happening in the area. Theater. Restaurants. Art galleries. Ice cream. (The ice cream cannot be under-rated. You should trust me on that.)

I’ve grown to enjoy it a bit more than Broad Ripple, which seems a bit more college-like in its atmosphere (although to pigeon-hole that area entirely as that wouldn’t do it justice) and definitely more than Fountain Square, which is a bit run down.

Every time I’ve ventured down, though, I’ve walked past restaurant called Mesh – which has large glass windows and a gorgeous awning over the front door – and promised myself I’d get down there soon. Last Friday, I finally found my way down.

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So New: In Which I See the Alison Brown Quartet (28 of 90)

Tonight I had the chance to see the Alison Brown Quartet at Pruis Hall with my friend Megan, who is fast becoming a Go To Partner-in-Crime.

I’m normally not big on music, but I’m a sucker for most bluegrass music (or really anything with a banjo).

And I’m glad I found my way to this show. It wasn’t long – or it didn’t feel long – but it was wonderfully relaxing and entertaining.

At times it felt a bit like Storytellers, as she introduced her songs with rather lengthy stories. But I’m not adverse to such things. Particularly in a venue where the night felt intimate.

Megan and I both agreed, though, the drummer really tore it up. And I was surprised to see a piano player with a bluegrass band. Happily surprised. I always think of my sister and think “I’ll be she could do that better.” He was pretty good, though.

It was a pleasant way to end what has been the busiest week I’ve ever had as a professor. It was filled with work, professional presentations, student fun and relaxation. Which I guess is what the best week’s are supposed to have.

So let me leave you with just a bit of what I saw tonight…

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Homecoming Arrives (Addendum)

I promise after today there will be no more posts about Homecoming. But there are some photographs floating around in the wild that my friends have decided needed to be shared.

Here I am tossing candy to the kiddies who lined the parade route (although it certainly looks as though I am acknowledging the masses). This was taken by Hillary Tribbett, who clearly isn’t one of my students because she does not have the proper fear.

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