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Tuesday, January 31, 2006
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Monday, January 30, 2006
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Belated Mozart’s Birthday Post I’m an amateur singer, and an amateurish pianist. I play and sing for a couple of hours every day at the cheap Waldorf spinnet my father bought sixty years ago. I got it when he died. I’ve been at this solitary routine for years, and have evolved some traditions. One of them is that when anyone I know and/or admire dies, I hold a private -- one person -- memorial service in their honor. This service always features the same piece of music: Mozart’s Requiem. “The Requiem’s always in style,” has become a mantra of mine, because after all someone’s always dying, always in need of memorialization, and you can’t do better than the Requiem. The Anglican Prayer for the Dead is a drag. Ravel’s Pavane for a Dead Princess is pretty but wordless. Henryk Gorecki’s Symphony Number Three, which enjoyed a short vogue about a decade ago, is in Polish. Purcell’s Thou Knowest, Lord is great but brief. The Requiem’s got it all. When you’ve played and sung your way from Kyrie to Agnus Dei, you’ve gone the distance. You’ve made the gesture. You’ve done the deed. The Requiem is written for four voice parts. I usually play the alto line and sing the soprano, though if I’m feeling ambitious I’ll sing soprano and play the bottom instrumental part. Often I jump from one voice to another. I like the ominous tenor solo, for instance, at the beginning of Tuba Mirum, so I sing that, and then, as it enters, I pick up the alto, which I then drop at the entrance of the soprano, my voice in this way taking a pleasant trip to higher and higher registers. I’m drawn to another tuneful solo as well -- the happy, gentle alto introduction to Benedictus, which gives way nicely to a soprano solo, and then bursts into very intense four-part harmony to produce a sustained sound of great sweetness and beauty. The two most recent honorees at my Mozart memorial service were a judge and a professor. For a few years, when my husband and I lived in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Washington, Steffen Graae, a DC Superior Court judge, lived next door. Steffen’s the person who put the DC Housing Authority in receivership -- a brave thing to do -- and turned it around. He was a kind, smart, much-esteemed man who died in his sixties of heart failure. Judge Graae’s official memorial service was big and formal, with many robed judges and political eminences. His small unofficial service, attended by my Chocolate Lab, was heavy on the Requiem’s Lachrymosa section, which is hard to sing because you have to creep slowly up to an A. As I sang this lamentation, images of Steffen on his deck in the early evening, smoking a cigar and looking at his little city garden, came back to me. I barely knew my latest honoree, the political scientist Michael Wallerstein. He and my husband went to graduate school together at the University of Chicago, both of them interested in the field within political science known as rational choice. I was a grad student at Chicago at the same time, and my husband insists I must have met Wallerstein, but I don’t remember. My Mozart memorial service in any case is for the known and the unknown. I never knew Washington Post writer Marjorie Williams, whose antic spirit prompted one of my best renditions of the deedledee deedledee Domine Jesu; nor did I know the essayist and AIDS activist Paul Monette, for whom the explosive and then meditative Confutatis seemed right. For whatever reason, the purely sad strains of Recordare marked the high point of Wallerstein’s ceremony the other day. It was a weirdly windy day, a day of high gusts and the fast sky they made. The world’s vibrancy was at a peak. The wind sang. The paradox of the Requiem -- the stupendous vitality it draws from its morbid subject -- came through strongly, as did the contrast between my continued existence in this realm and whatever quietness Wallerstein is in. |
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WENDY WASSERSTEIN, a funny playwright who often wrote against the grain, has died, age 55. The New York Times obituary. |
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UD Blogs the Knight Commission Summit at GWU I It all starts on the Metro, like so many of UD's ventures. This is the first time she's written on her new Averatec laptop while on a moving object (unless you count Earth). It's a weirdly beautiful Monday morning, very foggy, sunbeams angling down everywhere. Irish. By the time she gets to GW and the Knight Commission meeting, the fog will have lifted, and the sun will be center stage. She'll walk quickly past Square 54, the still-empty block where the GW Hospital used to be. She'll feel awkwardly bureaucratic, clutching the black briefcase (UD doesn't do briefcases) in which her Averatec lurks. But she has decided to try live-blogging this conference on university athletics. What does she expect? Franchement, she expects extremely well-groomed people speaking in platitudes. She believes virtually every aspect of current mid- to big-time university athletics to be indefensible, and she expects the well-meaning people in the room to dance around that possibility in a pleasant, concerned, vacuous way. But for the moment she's on the Metro. Dupont Circle directly to your right. II Here we are. I've arrived a bit late, in the middle of a jargon-laden, simpleminded Powerpoint presentation: Student Athlete: Privilege, Burden, or Both? "A lot of people assume that athletes are only at the university because they can play the game. This is not based on reality." Um, yes, in many cases it is. She's a sociologist and has much to say about socialization and shit. Definitely a platitude person: "All of our leaders need to work together." Next guy at least tells me about what sounds like an interesting site: badjocks.com. But then he Blames Society. See prior platitudes. I like some of his language: refers to some athletes' "rants and asinine behavior." Their favorite party games: CEO's and Office Ho's. Pro Athletes and Trophy Wives. But then he gets all weepy and dumb: "We expect these guys to be above reproach." No we don't. We expect much much less than that. Next, a University of Florida player talks about how his coach has a very effective exercise he does with the football team. "He makes us close our eyes and imagine the most important woman in our lives." (Hint: It's Mom.) "Then he tells us to imagine she's being beaten in front of us. And imagine ourselves just standing there doing nothing." This does sound powerful, but to what end? So you beat the shit out of the guy... Members of the Commission now respond: "It's about the university president. It starts from the top." (What happened to the "larger culture" argument?) Good ol' Hodding Carter's on the Commission, and UD is temporarily distracted by her effort to remember ... oh yeah, now she remembers... a smutty little Carter-era joke involving Hodding Carter and the wife of the president, both of whom blow a little dope in the White House... but onward: It's all just more platitudes: "We don't have enough dialogues...all universities should have mandatory life skills courses for all students, not just athletes... these guys need to learn what it means to be a man..." III After a ten minute break, we're on to the next panel. I'm now sitting on the edges of the event, plugged in to an outlet along the wall. I'm feeling forgiving, since after all the subject of the first panel was vague stuff -- values, morals, ethics, good, evil. The President of SMU presides. Everyone seems to be southern. "Life," he intones, "has gotten more complex... websites follow high school recruiting... influence of coaches on decisions of young men and women... influence of shoe companies and others in the commercial world." Some high school kid and his parents - he's about to go to Florida State University...recruitment began in his sophomore year... a very articulate confident guy, very smart... "My junior year started and I had about three or four coaches in my school every day...from all sorts of universities... summer of my senior year...overwhelming, the amount of phone calls I received. It's a lot of pressure. It got to a point where I couldn't take much more of it. I got a text message from Governor Jeb Bush." UD found the next guy, a local high school student heavily recruited, very moving: "I wasn't very good at school. Sports was the only thing I ever wanted. Just wanted to be the best at everything. But I need to find something other than basketball that's going to make me happy and successful. These big summer camps: I'm a momma's boy. I'm alone at this basketball camp... These guys are big. But it's basketball and I just want to compete and play. I'm competitive... I've never seen so many coaches in my life... When you get exposure a lot of guys just come shooting at you. You don't know who's real and who's fake. There's three hundred colleges." High school coach: "The influence of money has become tremendous... I've seen people offered ten, fifteen thousand dollars to play on high school - forget college - teams... Recruitment coaches are not responsible to anyone... Because of this unsanctioned thing, it allows all kinds of corruption... They take them to Las Vegas, give them prostitutes and drugs... I think it's easy for a kid to become corrupted... I know guys who've changed high school five, six times..." A sports journalist: "Jerry Tarkanian said nine out of ten major college teams break the rules. The tenth one's in last place." He reviews statistics that make it sound as though virtually every school is corrupt. "The rules are not being followed... boosters, sports agents, corporate shoe guys... Summer basketball coach is the new point person for those three groups.. Heavy recruitment of eleven-year-old kids who can play happens because they are very valuable. It is extremely lucrative to run a summer basketball team... There is a ton of money in this. Fly by night storefront schools that can get you your transcript. They're a joke. This is what the system has created. I don't think the NCAA is interested in tackling this issue...The people who are breaking the rules are writing the rules; they're sitting on NCAA committees. The cheaters are running the show. The University of Georgia is an influential institution, for instance, that is corrupt to its very core." All eyes swing around to the President of the University of Georgia, sitting with the Commission on the other side of the table. He blushes. Or does he just have a florid face? One way you know this is an athletic gathering. No one gets out of their seat and sidles over to the aisle. They just jump. Commission has definitely taken offense at this temporary eruption of the truth. "It does us no good," says one of them, "to be so accusatory... using older violations and making pretty stark statements without looking at balance... Look, you say there's been all these violations. Well, that's right! Somebody's catching these guys! [This guy - a college athlete himself back when - forgot to take intro logic.] You can attack Nike all you want but ... we've got a dialogue going... something positive came out of that...There are moves in place right now... Some of your writings [speaking directly to the sports journalist now] are about as balanced as Fox News..." And now a word from the University of Georgia president. What the hell can he say? Sports at his school is - UD knows - she's followed it - rancid. "I want to take a couple of minutes to be defensive. This writer is welcome to his opinion. But I think we don't want to paint with too broad a brush. I've got the scars to show for changing some of the things we're talking about. When you've got 10,000 employees some of this stuff is going to happen... We're the ones in there pitching... We can either curse the darkness [I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP] or get involved in trying to make improvements..." ************* David Epstein at Inside Higher Ed covers the same event. |
Sunday, January 29, 2006
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UH... Here’s the first serious effort I’ve seen to respond to Hawaii’s fourth-from-the-bottom finish in the recent study of how well public universities use public funds. It’s from the interim president of the UH system - though, among his many explanations for the university’s bad showing, he nowhere points to what his own interim status suggests -- that, among UH’s other problems, there’s what one correspondent of UD’s, who teaches in the system, calls a “horrific leadership turnover.” The interim president first suggests that the study seriously underestimates the cost of living in Hawaii, which skews all the rest of its numbers. There’s probably some truth to this, but I’m not sure adjusting these numbers would have changed the outcome much. The writer also mentions “the high fixed costs of providing education at a number of small sites distributed around a state to serve a geographically dispersed population. Only three of our 10 campuses (Manoa, Leeward and Kapiolani) have more than the 5,000 students needed to fully realize the available economies of scale.” Again, even accounting for this in the study probably wouldn’t have brought UH up much higher on the list of states. UD found this concluding comment disheartening: It also might be that UH should have been more aggressive in eliminating programs and increasing support services to students to improve retention and ultimately, graduation rates. We were so committed to access to higher education and to providing a wide range of programs so that students wouldn't have to go to the mainland to pursue a specialty, that we neglected to pay enough attention to success in higher education. Clearly, while students need access to post-secondary education and training, they also need to succeed in attaining the credentials demanded in the workplace. This seems a wordy way of saying that until now the UH system has just provided “access” to itself without worrying much about what’s taught and learned. Yikes. |
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Note to Readers A poem of UD's (well, its authorship is somewhat shared) will appear tomorrow at Inside Higher Education. ********************* The thing itself. |
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The Mumford Letter Exciting events around here last night. Mr UD came home from a used bookstore with a 1956 hardback edition of Lewis Mumford’s The Transformations of Man. He came home with a bunch of other books too. We already have the Mumford, in a later paperback edition. And our little house groans under the bulk of our books. So UD was berating the man a bit for hauling more bound material into the house. Then, as Mr UD thumbed through the Mumford, a letter slipped out of its pages. It was in longhand, on good stationery, with LEWIS MUMFORD : AMENIA : NEW YORK in stylish black print across the top. …What a pleasure it was to get your letter, dear Alice --- ![]() it began (click on the letter for a nice big readable image), and Mumford’s strong hand covered the front and back of the sheet. There was personal stuff, political stuff, a mention of his upcoming trip to Europe, a complaint that his publisher hadn’t published but “buried” the book, and this: I think that it is my best book: or at least the best brief summation of all my books. If necessary it might stand as my last will and testament. Mumford, who went on to live almost forty more years and write many more books, has long been one of UD’s heroes - a great prose stylist, self-educated, passionate about many things, intellectually ambitious. Politically and spiritually engaged. To find his own self in one of his books! And in a book he sent to Alice Decker, an old lover… For a little sleuthing turned up the identity of the recipient, details of Mumford’s messy sex life, and more… ***************** Universities have never had much use for Mumford, by the way: "In light of his sins against pedantry and obscurity, it comes as no surprise that Mumford's name is almost never heard on American university campuses, except, perhaps, in the architecture and urban studies departments. The fact remains that Mumford was a greater sociologist than most of his contemporaries; who now reads Pitirim Sorokin or Talcott Parsons? And a page of history from Mumford is worth any number of tomes by today's Marxist, structuralist, post-structuralist, or race-and-gender theorists." |
Saturday, January 28, 2006
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Not the sort of thing that happens at GW. 'According to a University of Nebraska-Lincoln Police report, a black steer escaped from UNL’s Animal Science Complex on East Campus around 7 a.m. |
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As of yesterday... they had one of his columns up, but you’ve got to figure that Fox News will want to do what the CATO Institute has apparently already done: make Steven Milloy a non-person. Go looking for him on CATO’s site and you’ll find a Page Not Found. He’s been dumped in the same dumpster Doug Bandow’s in. UD hopes that as the mountains of discarded corporate shills pile up for these organizations, they dispose of them in an environmentally sound way. |
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Why American Philosophy Will Always Be Out in Front [Saul] Kripke looks the way a philosopher ought to look: pink-faced, white-bearded, rumpled, squinty. He carries his books and papers in a plastic shopping bag from Filene's Basement. ************************************ [Bernard-Henri Lévy] and his glamorous wife, the indomitably pouty actress Arielle Dombasle, are the gossip columns' favourite couple. His clothes (open-necked white shirts and designer suits), his friends (Yves Saint Laurent, Alain Delon, Salman Rushdie), his homes (the flat in Saint Germain, a hideaway in the South of France, an eighteenth-century palace in Marrakech that used to belong to John Paul Getty) are endlessly commented on. |
Friday, January 27, 2006
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Sequential Sex With Drunk People From News Channel 9, Chattanooga: 12 female professors [at the University of Tennessee Chattanooga have] proposed [a] resolution to ban group sex. The initiator of this resolution say[s] the practice has corroded the culture to an epidemic status. |
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University of Chicago Professor Impoverished, Just Scraping By From BusinessWeek: By increasing references to religious concepts in scientific journals and by moving religion into public discussion at universities, [John] Templeton [of the wealthy Templeton Foundation] has made it easier for closeted believers within the elite halls of the Ivy League to form communities. Martin A. Nowak directs the Program for Evolutionary Dynamics at Harvard University, where he spends his time trying to figure out why people have evolved to help each other if evolution simultaneously fosters competition. Nowak is also a practicing Roman Catholic, a fact he has kept quiet at Harvard until recently. He says the climate is changing on his campus. "As a scientist who believes, you feel you are completely in the minority and you should never talk about it," says Nowak, who recently became an adviser to the Templeton Foundation. "It's nice to meet people with whom you can talk about a more complete perspective of the world." |
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Excellent exchange about... the lack of viewpoint diversity in American law schools, in Legal Affairs. --via butterflies and wheels-- |
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Complacencies of the Memoir From Newsday: Charlotte Abbott covers the industry for Publishers Weekly: "The reaction I've been getting over the last few days is 'plus ça change,'" she says of her conversations with publishing insiders. "'There's a long list of memoirists that turn out to be fabulists, and that's the risk we take. It'll blow over.' I've heard that from old-timers who've been around for 25 years and over the long-term haven't seen things change." ******************************************* "I don't think it's so terrible," says [Vivian] Gornick, referring to Frey. "After all, he has compelled all these people to come along with him." ******************************************* ' I recently finished a Masters in Fine Arts degree in Creative Nonfiction, and those of us who graduated in the class of 2005 remember our very own Oprah/James Frey moment, only the players happened to be Vivian Gornick and a bunch of MFA students, about half of whom were journalists, half memoirists. The story is detailed here in Salon, by Terry Greene Sterling, a classmate who just happened to have a connection with Salon and sold them a story the very next day. You can find the story recapped in yesterday's New York Newsday. The scene goes like this: *************************************** Non-Complacencies of the Memoir 'So the question arises: How did he get away with it? It is true, as was pointed out on "Oprah," that fact checking at book publishers is close to non-existent. But Frey devised one whopper after another and, for a long time, either escaped detection or was able to swat away those crying foul. Sitting in a TV studio and watching him slowly concede some of his lies under Oprah’s third degree -- I'm not convinced he has yet fessed up to all of them -- was alternately excruciating and satisfying but hardly fun. The issues raised by this episode, both in book publishing and the culture at large, are big ones and they are not going to go away.' Frank Rich, NYTimes |
Thursday, January 26, 2006
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Oh Lord. Now that pretend Indian guy... is out in front of the hoaxers pack (scroll down to Frauds Perpetrated in Abundance). There's a new entrant bringing up the rear, though - the Running With Scissors guy. UD remembers that when it was first published a lot of people said it was full of crap. The Book Standard, in an article about the Scissors guy, refers to the "Frey-Leroy-Nasdijj minefield." Which the Scissors guy is currently racing along too, in other words. |
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It’s still all about emoting… for Ms. Winfrey. It makes her just as implausible and manipulative a character as Frey, against whom she has now turned. But why not repudiate him coldly, given the self-control we know she has? Instead she draws upon her acting skills and does all women a disservice with her pseudo-sobbing: “[A]lternately fighting back tears and displaying vivid anger, [Winfrey] berated Mr. Frey for duping her and her audience.” Balls. On the other hand, UD understands Frey playing the psychobabble card. “Mr. Frey said he had made up many of the details of his life and had created a bad-guy portrayal of himself as a ‘coping mechanism.’” It’s the only card he’s got left. |
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
A student writes in the Washington University newspaper:[D]espite the vast interest in, passion for, and intelligence about sports that so many of us possess, "Sports, Media, and Society" is one of the sole sports-related courses offered at Wash. U. What UD finds intriguing about this woman’s argument is her belief that because she spends so much time thinking about it and doing it, sport should be a featured academic topic. When university faculty ponder the content of their curriculum, they do not ask “What do most of our students spend most of their time doing?” If they did, their courses would be Sex, Movies, Alcohol, Instant Messaging, and what The Onion calls “Television Viewing Skills.” As to sports being “educational,” well… Everything’s educational, you know. I spent part of today learning how to sing South Park’s Christmas Poo Song with my daughter. I used my memorization skills, my singing skills (we worked out a harmony, so I used my harmonization as well as vocalization skills), my parenting skills (our fun togetherness bonded us as pals, not just Mother and Daughter), my computer skills (I found the lyrics, printed them out) and lots of other skills I don’t have time to list… |
Um… okay…The 18th varsity sport added at Baylor University recently jumped a major hurdle. Richard (BU '81, '82) and Karen (BU '85) Willis of Colleyville, Texas, have provided the lead gift for the Willis Family Equestrian Center. |
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UD's trying to be even-handed... ...as she prepares to live-blog the Knight Commission meeting at GW next Monday, but she keeps reading opinion pieces like this, in yesterday's USA Today:
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A La Recherche Du Temps Perdu'The latest thump on the controversial best-seller "A Million Little Pieces" is a Seattle federal court lawsuit seeking damages on behalf of consumers for the "lost time" they spent reading the book. |
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Edward Tufte, distinguished analytical designer, spills the beans on honorary degrees. |
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Professionalizing Sports Wonderful bit of extended irony about where American universities are headed, written by Michael Margolis back in 1998. Worth reading in full, especially his bit about sports: When implementing these reforms, however, local universities still must use creative marketing to retain nearby customers who might otherwise shop for their courses over the Internet. Local universities have the comparative advantage of offering personal consultation at a lesser price than their competitors. They also have a comparative advantage in offering laboratory facilities and meeting rooms locally for courses that need them or for occasions when customers demand them. Thanks to PN/NJ. |
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UD received the following textbook description from an old friend/old student of hers. “The book is aimed at composition teachers -- that's me next year. It's published by Bedford St. Martins, and called Open Questions. The book is composed of essay groups, each gathered under a particular 'big question,' which the essays then attempt to answer from different points of view. In any case, here is a link to the book's table of contents. When you scroll down, you find this subject heading and essay listing: 5. Is Honesty the Best Policy? |
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Charming essay on plagiarism… …along with news of a new journal dedicated to it (is there a journal dedicated to hoax?), from Scott McLemee at Inside Higher Ed. |
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Frauds Perpetrated in Abundance Thanks, Ralph, for linking UD to the country’s latest - and most nauseating - literary scam. If big bad bogus writer hoaxes haven’t yet totally exhausted you (UD herself looks forward to putting them aside for awhile as she live blogs the upcoming Knight Commission meeting at George Washington University -- the hoax of university sports being a far bigger story than a literary one could ever be), take a look at this long article in the LA Weekly about a pretend Native American who writes wretched prose about wrenching torments on reservations and gets awards and movie deals until he turns out to be a white nutter. Probably. No one will ever physically find the guy. But I think you’ll agree that what we’re dealing with here is a white nutter. He uses these impoverished characters, including his own persona, as a springboard to attack the dominant white culture, which has, apparently, spurned him. In the pantheon of self-appointed Native spokesmen, this puts him more in the company of contemporary gadfly Ward Churchill, who uses his dubious heritage as a soapbox for an airing of his political ideology and personal grievances. |
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
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Attention Students… Faithful readers know that among all the descriptive course material issued to university students that UD has seen, this assignment was for a long time her favorite: Do a deviant act or engage in some form of deviant behavior. The act or behavior must not violate the law (criminal or civil law, municipal ordinance, or vehicle code) and it must not violate University regulations. Failure to heed this warning will result in a F for the assignment and referral to the Deans Office and if warranted to the office of the prosecutor. But it has now been overtaken in her affections by this course description: Based on the work of Brazilian director, teacher and theorist Augusto Boal, this course will examine the place of the actor in effecting social change and the role of integrity in creating a vital contemporary theater. For our investigation we will focus on the treatment of female faculty members by the administration of Dartmouth College . Students will conduct research, keep research journals, write reports and create written skits and scenes theatricalizing their findings. Readings will include articles and chapters featuring historical examples of theater for social change, as well as current and on-going practices of Dartmouth College. Emphasis will be on class participation. This course is dependent on the outcome of current litigation. It’s from a theater professor at Dartmouth who’s suing the college for the usual list of transgressions. I think a careful reader can detect a hint of discontent. |
Ah Yes! I Remember It Well ![]() ' Among the episodes she and the other former counselors have called into question are Mr. Frey's claims of being physically abused by other residents of the treatment center, of being left to sleep on the floor of a common room overnight after an altercation, of regularly vomiting blood and of having his nose rebroken and set by a doctor. "He describes a level of medical care that would not occur at Hazelden," Ms. Jay said. "He would have been taken to an emergency room, and any violent behavior would have been met with a discharge." ' “They broke my nose.” “They rubbed your toes.” “Ah yes. I remember it well.” “I vomited blood.” “You made pies out of mud.” “Ah yes. I remember it well.” “I suffered abuse.” “You played Duck Duck Goose.” “Ah yes. I remember it well.” “I slept on the floor.” “What a bore.” “Ah yes. I remember it well.” |
Monday, January 23, 2006
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Why, UD often wonders, do Americans always have to go through the process of doing the stupid thing and then correcting the stupid thing, when they could avoid the stupid thing in the first place? Headline in today's Chicago Trib: MORE UNDERGRADS PLAYING HOOKY WHEN CLASS NOTES GO ONLINE. SOME PROFS PULLING MATERIALS FROM THE WEB. '"Too much online instruction is a bad thing," said Terre Allen, a communication studies scholar and director of a center that provides teaching advice to professors at California State University Long Beach. |
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THIS WEEK ON JERRY: BILLIONAIRE BIMBOS They've got all the money you've ever dreamed of! But they're still semi-literate! Join us as we ask why! |
Sunday, January 22, 2006
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A Clever Lad At UD's Alma Mater Gets It Mike Platt The Daily Northwestern (Sure, his writing ain't perfect. I forgive him.) 'According to a recent Newsweek article, professors at several prominent Universities have implemented the technology called “course-casting.” Similar to Apple Podcasting, professors at Duke, Stanford, Drexel and American University have begun recording their lectures in mp3 format and making them available for students to download over the Internet and potentially listen to on their iPods. At long last, you can now listen to a lecture on the Cuban missile crisis in between “My Humps” and Ashlee Simpson’s latest faux-introspective crapfest. |
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I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are And you make it hard- And you make it hard - Whenever, as a teenager, UD sang these lyrics from Crosby Stills Nash and Young’s song Judy Blue Eyes, her father looked at her kind of funny and grinned. She didn’t know about the double entendre until a few years later. Far as UD can tell, the nation’s latest naughty professor story involves some fool at the Naval Academy - a lecturer in oceanography, excessively keen on watergoing craft - who, while gazing at battleships with a bunch of other people, said something like big boats give me a hard-on. Then he turned to some women in uniform and said something like do they give you a hard-on? Depending on the kind of guy who said it, and the way he said it, UD could see laughing at this remark. But then she thought Anchorman was a way funny movie. Not to mention Dr. Strangelove. In any case, the legal stuff that’s now happening to the guy is ridiculous and depressing. |
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Enormous Bullshit at the Last Minute UD has always liked the title of a collection of Grace Paley short stories, Enormous Changes at the Last Minute. She thought of it - slightly altered - when she read Susan Estrich’s opinion piece about the Bruin Alumni Association, a rapidly dwindling group that proposed paying UCLA students to record naughty radical lecture content. The proposal was idiotic and the group will soon disappear, but into these its last days rushes Estrich, all rage and rhetoric: It is one of the worst ideas to hit academia: paying students to tape their professors, in the hopes of discouraging their expression of views that one side considers to be “radical.” Most alumni associations aim to improve their alma maters. But the Bruin Alumni Association -- an unofficial group, not to be confused with the official UCLA Alumni Association -- seems determined to do just the opposite. If it has its way, the classroom will no longer be a place where students and faculty can discuss ideas freely. Shame on them. Shame on them. Have they no decency? If they have their way, intellectual freedom as we know it will be at an end. It is one of the worst ideas… ...hm, yes, it is by all accounts, including those of much of its membership, which has now resigned, one of the worst ideas. So how hard is it hitting academia? About as hard as my goose down featherbed hits my head when I lie on it. UD found a detail about how Estrich teaches intriguing. She seems to see the classroom as the functional equivalent of the psychoanalytical couch. One of her rules, she tells us, is that “Nothing said in the classroom leaves the classroom.” What can this in fact mean? What sort of defender of academic freedom has a rule like this? |
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Strange doings… …in Alaska, which scored a dismal last among states in effective use of public funds for state universities. Virtually no one at the university system has responded to the much-cited study. What administrators have done instead is quickly announce the results of what sounds like a pretty dinky phone survey done last year that reveals profound contentment with the university system among Alaskans. The State Senate has decided to look into things, as a retired professor notes: Recently the Alaska State Senate announced that it would appoint a special panel to examine policies and directions of the University of Alaska. It apparently wants to know how the University spends its money and how this benefits the citizens of Alaska. I believe that such a committee has been needed for decades. Hopefully it will have enough clout to make recommendations independent of pressure and lobbying from University administrators and Board of Regents. UD suspects that Alaska is too parochial and corrupt for anything to come of this oversight activity, however. She fears that the educational system is Alaska's real bridge to nowhere. |
Saturday, January 21, 2006
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He Slices He Dices ![]() it was my assistant '[The] University of Tokyo plans to make public this week a report indicating that Kazunari Taira, a professor of biochemistry engineering, fabricated a scientific paper on human enzyme experiments, sources said Saturday. |
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A Providential Turn, Aesthetically February is vagina month on campuses all over the United States, as Eve Ensler’s Vagina Monologues is performed in front of chanting undergraduate women. The new president of Providence College, a Catholic and Dominican school, has forbidden its performance (an earlier president allowed it) because the play “is not appropriate for a school with our mission.” In a letter to the campus community, the president says that although the play aims to be “a celebration of female sexuality in all its complexity and mystery” it actually “simplifies and demystifies it by reducing it to the vagina.” Hostile as she is to censorship, UD admits to a twinge of pleasure on aesthetic grounds. |
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Restraint of Trade Rip-off for-profit colleges which take state aid money for aggressively recruited students, many of whom will almost certainly drop out, are getting serious scrutiny from at least one state. New York has just imposed a moratorium on approving any new “proprietary” schools. 'Commercial schools, which often advertise heavily, promising quick career training to poorly educated students, are booming around the country. Increasingly, they are drawing the attention of federal and state law enforcement officials. |
FREESTYLE PROFFING'A University of Prince Edward Island lecturer makes no excuses for offering students a 70 to not show up for his course. But the administration gives his deal a failing grade. |
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See How Far You Can Get With a Degree from a Diploma Mill? 'In his time Robert Hyams has posed as one of the world's top microbiologists, claiming breakthroughs in the field of Aids and cancer. He has tricked banks, property agents and car companies out of fortunes. |
Friday, January 20, 2006
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Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret has got to be the most cringe-inducing book title UD has ever encountered. To add insult to injury, it takes UD’s name in vain. UD’s narcissism and mental retentiveness mean that she has never quite been able to brush this title out of her mind. It comes back to her, unbidden… She thought of it today as she compared her amply-attended-to self to poor is-anyone-there Margaret. Not only, for instance, does UD’s blog have readers; it has responsive readers who send her well-chosen and wonderful things. One of those things UD had already come across herself, and she'd been going back and forth on whether to post about it. As longtime readers know, UD avoids naughty professor stories. Professor A downloads child porn. Prof B steals from the department till. C sells cocaine down the lane. UD takes note of these things as they flash out over Google News, but unless there’s some weird twist to them she lets them go. The professor prostitute story did detain her for awhile, however, as it did one of her readers, who rightly assumed she’d find it of interest. The Washington Post picked it up today from the Baltimore papers, and, given its titillating nature, other newspapers will almost certainly do the same. UD wouldn’t have mentioned it without nudging from her reader, because, again, when you take in the details of the case you end up with a sad human tale that has little to do with universities, really… Still, it is curious, provocative, whatever, that a former professor of sociology at one of the University of Maryland campuses would end up fired from that job and self-employed as a prostitute in her suburban home. The woman was a strong feminist -- her research, which sounds legitimate enough, involved at-risk women and girls. Yet she falsified data, filed frivolous suits, got divorced, went bankrupt, and got canned. The Post account includes some nice detail: “Most of Britton's neighbors declined to talk about her yesterday, saying only that she was a nice woman whose daughter visited from college occasionally. They also said she had two pet pigs.” But really, there’s little here to distinguish the story from any number of other stories involving people whose lives spiral down and who get desperate… Her having been a professor, and the enormous perceived gap between being a professor and being a prostitute, has appealed to the media. A second reader sent me a tale of another disgraced former professor, this story sufficiently complex to warrant a few paragraphs of quotation. It's from the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel (with, certes, occasional parenthetical comments from UD): In the late 1980s, a history professor from Marquette University named John William Rooney walked into the French National Archives in Paris [Ah, I remember it well! Many moons ago, UD had a fellowship that sent her to Paris and that library.] and walked out with a copy of the 1814 Treaty of Fontainebleau, a woven paper with red wax seals and a green silk cord through which Napoleon Bonaparte agreed to give up the French empire and accept exile. Tiens. UD thanks both readers. |
Thursday, January 19, 2006
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What's At Stake "Once more the future of the American people is at stake." Franklin D. Roosevelt, Address at Charlottesville, 1940. "Patience and perseverance must never be grudged when the peace of the world is at stake." Winston Churchill, Speech, House of Commons, 1954. "Our competitive success in athletics is at stake." David Schmidly, Oklahoma State University, January 2006 |
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Wonderful Title to a Post Which Agrees with UD that The Jacques Pluss Thing has Become Hopelessly Boring From the blog Grad Student Madness: NEO-NON-NAZI OR NOT? |
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
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Getting College Students To Give Blood As a gallon donor and more, UD read with interest a negative review in today’s Slate of a Red Cross public service ad. I watched the ad online and I don’t think the Slate writer’s being fair. The ad seems to me remarkably good. It’s hip and amusing and makes a reasonable point: While deciding on your political activities and commitments takes a good deal of thought, compromise, patience, etc. (given how complex and intractable world problems tend to be), donating blood is a public-spirited activity whose simplicity -- logistical as well as intellectual -- is a strong mark in its favor. You know you’re doing something good for society when you give blood. Of course it’s a much more modest sort of activity than joining the Peace Corps or militating against child labor, but it’s nonetheless valuable. The Slate writer thinks that by drawing a contrast between giving blood and being politically active the Red Cross is “bash[ing] the competition,” but it doesn't read like that to me. The ad is merely making a plausible distinction among various moral activities that might appeal to idealistic young people (it’s distinctly targeted to young people, who as a group don’t give blood very often). Mentioning the competition in this ad doesn’t come across to me as bashing it. It comes across as taking it seriously. As to the Slate writer’s argument that “Blood donation is just a maintenance measure. It may save lives, but it won't make the world a better place …” -- not so. It’s routine for some of the blood you donate to be used in scientific studies. And the life your blood saves may go on to do spectacular things for the world. One of the reasons I give blood at the National Institutes of Health in ‘thesda is that you’re in the same building - the Clinical Center - where sick people are being treated, and your blood goes directly to them and to the scientists at NIH carrying out research. |
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Cash Conflict The University Entrepreneurs Club, a UCLA student group, has earned an astonishing $20,000 so far this semester through an ingenious scheme that many other such student groups at colleges around the country are watching. “We noticed that a new alumni group is paying UCLA students one hundred dollars per class session to record professors’ comments, as long as the comments are politically ‘abusive, one-sided, or off topic,’ " explains Gustave Mercador, vice-president of the group. “Most students don’t want to be bothered with the technical side of this, or aren’t sure what content the group is going for, or whatever. We set ourselves up as a sort of management and consulting firm for the identification, collection, and distribution of the material. We’re in touch not only with students, but with professors, and everyone gets a cut.” Mercador said that the UEC has gotten tremendous response to its general distribution email to students and faculty advertising its services. “The entire adjunct faculty is on board. The average salary among grad students and adjuncts has gone up, according to our study, by 33% each semester, as they add more and more incendiary commentary to their courses. It’s tricky,” he added, “because you can’t just keep repeating the same boilerplate. You’ve got to add more. There’s been a marked incentive toward not only the intensification of radical content, but toward the creation of new courses structured in such a way as to be sensitive to the alumni group’s parameters.” Part of what the UEC does, Mercador explains, is counsel professors on how to meet the ‘abusive, one-sided, or off topic’ requirement of the organization. “We had one rather shy intro comp professor suddenly start screaming at his students, drill-sergeant style, you know, What’s that? I CAN’T HEAR YOU. Say it with me I LOVE LE-NIN I LOVE LE-NIN… This is the wrong approach because it’s too obvious, and the alumni group won’t pay for it. What we’ve told faculty is that it’s more effective simply to repeat at regular -- say five- to ten-minu |




