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Thursday, June 29, 2006
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Harvard The weather's always crappy in Cambridge. In the winter, it's appalling. Now that it's summer, it's humid and overcast. There must be many pleasant days in Cambridge, but I can't remember having been here for more than one or two, and I've been coming to Harvard Square for over twenty years. Not that things are better, at the moment, back home in Washington. I should blog about the war of words that's escalating between Harvard and Larry Ellison, he of the gigantic unmade gift... But I can't get too excited about someone who was about to give an insanely overendowed university yet more millions, and then for various reasons thought better of it. I mean, I applaud his having thought better of it... I think it's time for Harvard and its enablers to stop the madness... But unless some interesting angle emerges in the Ellison case, applauding and moving on seems best. I'll have some things to say about the Denice Denton memorial service that was held today, and about a well-meaning but I think somewhat wrong-headed interpretation of her catastrophe in today's Inside Higher Ed (no links for the moment -- I'm at Irving House in Cambridge, using their temperamental computer). But not now. Now I'm going to bed. Wedding rehearsal tomorrow. |
UD Does Mother TheresaSpread love everywhere you go: first of all in your own house. Give love to your children, to your wife or husband, to a next door neighbor…. Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God's kindness; kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile, kindness in your warm greeting. UD and her daughter will be reciting these impossible instructions of Mother Theresa’s at the wedding this Saturday of UD’s niece, Giulia. They were asked to do a reading, and they were honored to be asked, and UD will try to do her sentence or two from it slowly and serenely. She will pretend to believe that you can spread love to your neighbor. UD would revise the paragraph thusly: Spread love in a reasonable number of locations: first of all in your own house. Give love to your children, to your wife or husband, to your dog…. Although students who come to you complaining about a grade are unlikely to leave happier (though it’s not impossible), do all you can to make most of the people who come to you leave better and happier. Although I know no one capable of this, certainly not myself, try to be the living expression of God's kindness; kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile, kindness in your warm greeting. She leaves for Boston tomorrow. Blogging should continue pretty much unimpeded, given UD's obsessive ways. |
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Poehlman Goes to Jail His research background in exercise physiology should help Eric Poehlman during his upcoming year at a federal prison work camp. Instead of pretending to read the pulse of old ladies he's put on treadmills, he can measure his own pulse after a day at the quarry. 'An official with the National Institutes of Health said Poehlman's case marked the first time a researcher would serve time in prison for falsifying data to obtain federal grants.' "I generally think deterrence is significant, perhaps more so in this case. The scientific community may be watching," said the judge. |
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
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Snapshots from Home Soddenly, This Summer DC’s mayor has declared a state of emergency, and things don’t look too good in ‘thesda either. Despite sunny calm conditions out on Rokeby Avenue at the moment (UD just took her dog for a walk, picking up fallen tree limbs as she went), four more inches of rain are expected, and people in low-lying areas (does that mean me?) might have to evacuate. The National Guard’s revving up in DC. Details here. The good news is that a scrawny gray wren ![]() baby stretched its neck out of the nest this morning. |
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
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More Trouble Here in River City Roiling rivers out there. The rain's pretty relentless. I've gone from considering the mother wren an idiot -- nesting in a ceramic planter on my deck! -- to considering her a genius -- a nice dry egghouse even in onslaught conditions. ![]() I'm the one who looks like an idiot, since I didn't know there's a whole line of "wrenhouses" you can buy that look an awful lot like my ceramic quail planter and that go under your eaves. Actually, I'm probably not seeing the female as much as the male, since he's out getting bugs while the female's sitting in there... I done learned this by reading a birders' website. |
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Stole Millions of Federal Research Dollars Did Incalculable Damage to the Cause of Scientific Research Provided False Testimony Influenced Witnesses to Provide False Documents Fled to Canada Threatened to Sue a Whistleblower Boston Globe Called it “The Worst Case Of Scientific Fakery to Come to Light in Two Decades” The above list is by way of reminding you what Dr. Eric Poehlman, who used to be a powerful medical school professor at the University of Vermont, did. He almost got away with it, too. The lab assistant who told on Poehlman says that at least four University of Vermont researchers told him privately that they had concerns as well about some of Poehlman's work. However, no one else had spoken up to university authorities. "I was in a unique position to act. …I did not rely on Dr. Poehlman for funding, a post doc [research position], or a salary." …The University of Vermont took [the] accusations seriously, he said, but he quickly realized the difficulty of being a whistle-blower against someone as powerful as Poehlman. [Boston Globe] Now he’s up for sentencing, and thinks he shouldn’t have to go to jail: A former University of Vermont professor convicted of research fraud has asked a judge for leniency. To the clink, I think. |
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Crucial Corrective… …in the Washington Post today to the innocent-before-tried enthusiasm out there lately for the Duke boys. In a rather angry piece, Andrew Cohen, CBS News Chief Legal Analyst, writes: Look, I don't know what happened at that house that night. And neither do you. And I wouldn't have done some of the things that the prosecutor has done to this point -- he started the media onslaught, after all. And neither probably would you. It is possible that a savage rape occurred. And it is possible that the young men who have been accused are victims, themselves, of an irresponsible accuser. The point is that we don't know. We haven't seen all of the evidence, haven't examined all of the testimony; haven't had the privilege of seeing the case unfold at trial the way it is supposed to. Cohen notes that journalists are tripping all over themselves to quickly and repetitively report the biased view of the young men's defense attorneys, family members, and other supporters. And the prosecutor, after saying a bit too much too early about his case, now is saying nothing at all, leaving the defense spin unchallenged and gaining both in perceived credence and volume. There is nothing wrong with this defense strategy -- I would do it, too, I suppose, if I were representing the alleged rapists -- but just because it's a good idea for lawyers doesn't meant it is good journalism. There is no balanced coverage in the Duke case. There is just one defense-themed story after another. …The presiding judge long ago should have stepped into this case and shut up the defense teams with a gag order. Failing that, the media should have exercised more discretion in allowing advocates to dictate coverage. |
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Details, Denice Denton So far, the most aggressive paper on the Denice Denton story has been the Mercury News, which reports this morning that Denton’s recent two-week absence from campus was part of an already established pattern that began almost as soon as she made the now clearly catastrophic decision to take the Santa Cruz job: Campus sources said the chancellor had disappeared from campus three times since arriving in February 2005, and had skipped official events with such regularity that they were not surprised when she didn't show up at commencement exercises earlier this month. So she’s been in the job for not much more than a year, and she’s been absent for three significant stretches, the first of them (which occurred before a lot of the shit people cite in her collapse hit the fan) bizarre. The two others are lengthy and unexplained -- after the fact, her poor mother has cobbled together some illnesses and conditions for her which either should not have been as debilitating as the absences and behaviors suggest, or, if they were that debilitating, should have caused Denton to withdraw from the job, at least temporarily. When I put this information together with the fact that Denton felt she needed guards when on campus (and in any case seems to have spent most of her time at her lover’s place in San Francisco), I come up with a tentative diagnosis of paranoia. |
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Work in Progress [From today's New York Times] Nearly every aspect of higher education in America needs fixing, according to a draft report of a national commission that calls for an overhaul of the student financial aid system, better cost controls by colleges and universities and more proof of results, including testing. The panel remains divided on a number of issues; the report is a “work in progress.” …..Among its recommendations, the report called for "an unprecedented effort to expand college access and success" partly through substantial increases in need-based financial aid. And it said the current federal financial aid system, comprising 17 federal programs of direct aid or tax benefits, should be consolidated and streamlined. |
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Older People Who Set Themselves Up Under the Sun 'Despite top grades at law school, two years as an intern and success at the bar exam, Simon Caille faced the prospect only of temporary work and low-paid assistantships as a new lawyer in Paris. ---reuters--- |
Monday, June 26, 2006
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Long Churchillian Twilight Lengthens into Night BOULDER, Colo. -- The top official at the University of Colorado's flagship campus said Monday he intends to fire Ward Churchill, the firebrand professor who compared some of the World Trade Center victims to a Nazi and then landed in hot water over allegations of academic misconduct. ---newsday--- |
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If I Were Ann Althouse… …I’d take a picture. But you’ll have to trust me that, even as I blog, there’s a river pouring down Rokeby Avenue, Garrett Park, Maryland.… Our house is on a slope and seems to be draining the amazing amounts of water into the street pretty well, but we keep wandering down to the basement to check things. My main worry is the nest. Years ago I ordered a very cool terra cotta container with an image of a quail painted on it in black, but instead of sending me that, the company sent this -- ![]() -- a quail, certainly, but very uncool. I told them about the mistake, and they quickly sent me the right container. And they told me to keep the wrong one. I stuck the wrong one in a distant corner of the deck, under an eave, and forgot about it. Now there’s a wren, a nest, and four eggs in it. We think it’s a wren. I just checked. Dry. |
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John Douglass… … the Berkeley professor who authored a study on American and European universities that I found too alarmist, has written a very useful comment in UD’s comment thread for that post, which she will now reproduce: A note to say that [higher education] in Europe and the UK has many big problems, and that US HE retains many advantages. Europeans also, as a general rule, are very skeptical about their own reform efforts -- often with good reason. The Bologna Agreement, for example, is uneven in its successes; reform is too slow in the view of many. But there is actual reform going on, and with the first signs of actual results. Douglass agrees, then, despite the rather dire rhetoric of his study, that the US “retains many advantages.” But he says that the “trajectory” of change within European education, rather than the direct comparison of Europe and the US, is what really matters right now. I agree that the trajectory and not merely comparison is important. But I’d note two things: 1. While it’s true that some countries are making progress, the trajectory in quite a few other countries is wretched, with grim opposition to change causing serious social unrest. Already, for instance, the Greek government, like the French before it, seems to have backed down, what with daily ugly street violence. And Douglass characterizes as understandable European “skepticism” in regard to reforms what others (like Butler and Lambert, authors of the recent much-discussed report on EU higher education) characterize as self-interested inertia or visceral fear or ideologically rigid egalitarianism. 2. The rest of the report that Douglass reproduces is a reiteration that participation rates in the States aren’t very impressive, and that they’re sometimes more impressive in the EU. About this I’ll repeat my earlier comment: High participation rates in systems of higher education that do not educate, and in economies that have very few jobs for graduates (see the absurd French employment system, which discourages employers from hiring employees, for instance) are probably a bad thing. You produce pseudo college people with high expectations for themselves that will not be fulfilled, thus insuring a restive population. Douglass asks that we worry about the fact that “the US has decently competitive rates of participation in tertiary education, but meager and declining rates of actual degree attainment.” I do think we should worry about this, but on the other hand the employment rate for most of this country suggests to me that many dropouts are getting jobs. More broadly, I don’t see college as something everyone needs in order to be gainfully and satisfactorily employed. On the contrary, the US needs to be far more serious than it has been about vocational schooling. |
Sunday, June 25, 2006
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Written Off Jim Hu offers a skeptical take on UC Santa Cruz events, strongly sympathetic to Denton. Among other interesting things, he says: So...she becomes chancellor at UCSC, taking a large but not unusual compensation package which includes a trailing spouse position. She arrives, full of hope that she can do something worth moving herself and Kalonji from Seattle. In less than a year, she's got students stopping her car, people throwing things through her windows and pounding on her door demanding attention. No honeymoon while she gets her bearings and works out where she wants to lead the university. No support from the community she was led to believe wanted her leadership. People are acting like she's there for the money...the same people who criticize her for her lack of attention to her appearance. She's become a symbol for every academic who others think is overpaid, for lesbians, for the clash of science and engineering with liberal arts, for diversity efforts, and who knows what else. From all that has been written about her, can we tell how she planned to do anything at UCSC? Or was she written off as an archetype? |
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Take it With a Grain of Salt, but… …Radio Equalizer quotes an email he received from a faculty member he knows at Santa Cruz. It’s anonymous. It’s not necessarily representative. Here it is anyway: We should start to learn soon what the proportions of [Denton’s] despondency were: how much was due to professional frustration and how much to Gretchen Kalonji [her partner. It‘s rumored that Kalonji had just broken up with Denton]. |
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Have no idea why… … it’s taken me so long to add Rita’s great blog, Nobody Sasses a Girl in Glasses, to my links. It’s there now, between Easily Distracted and Mental Meanderings. |
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From the Local Santa Cruz Paper "[I]t was just a bad fit….She might have been unused to dealing with people outside of science and engineering, because she never had to deal with them before." |
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More Santa Cruz Reaction to the Chancellor's Death 'Today in San Francisco is the annual Gay Pride Parade and Celebration. My mind whirls at the craziness of it all - our openly lesbian chancellor may have been going through a break-up of her seven year relationship. Her mother said she had been depressed about work and personal issues. I know she had a rough landing at our little campus, with lots of bickering about her salary (too high, they said) and the whole town gossiping about the dog run she had built at her campus home (we don't allow dogs on campus) because it - supposedly - cost twenty thousand dollars. And a couple of weeks ago she was surrounded by a group of angry protestors as she left a meeting. They surrounded her car and made it difficult for her driver to manuever out of the small back parking lot. She was no doubt scared, but she decided not to bring judicial action against those students. |
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Chancellor Kills HerselfSAN FRANCISCO — An embattled University of California chancellor who was criticized for helping her partner secure a top-paying university job died Saturday morning after apparently jumping from a downtown hotel, authorities said. ---------------------- Update, via kentucky.com: 'Denton was noticeably absent from the university commencement exercises earlier this month, and some employees said she had not been at work for at least two weeks. When asked about her absence, university officials told them she was ill.' ----------------------- Reactions begin: From a blogger: You haven't heard the last of this story. Denice Denton's financial situation was becoming news. (I don’t know whether he’s talking about the old news of her questionable use of funds, or something new.) Comments from a UCSC live journal: It's pride weekend in San Francisco! If there was any time to be a happy, rich, lesbian chancellor, it would be now. From a similar live journal: it's so surreal, i don't want to believe it Yet another student's live journal: chancellor denice denton committed suicide in san francisco today. A comment from another live journal: Ripped from the pages of a naturalist novel. He’s right. There’s a Theodore Dreiser sadness to the story, at least at this early stage. Jumping from a place called “The Paramount” on a summer morning in San Francisco. And what could possibly have been enough to prompt it? That’s a naturalist element too -- the way the act suggests a world of causeless malignity. --------------------- The San Francisco Chronicle describes her as having been “despondent over work and personal issues.” 'She had been on medical leave from the university since June 15 and was expected to return to work this week, said UC Santa Cruz spokesman Jim Burns. …Denton's mother, Carolyn Mabee, was in the building at the time of her death, police said. She told authorities that her daughter was "very depressed" about her professional and personal life.' --------------------- UPDATE: An example of life sounding like a naturalist novel: 'Denton's maternal uncle, Gilbert Drab, of Gun Barrel City, Texas, said …"It's a real tragedy. That's what happens when you get really bright people -- too much on their mind."' |
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DSc, BH, POM A lot of people, some of them gay, aren’t that keen on gay marriage because they aren’t that keen on marriage. "Why are we perpetuating such a terrible thing?" Larry Kramer asks in a story in tomorrow’s New York Times. “I’m amazed by how little support for gay marriage comes from gay people." The Canadian ethicist Margaret Somerville supports gay civil unions but not gay marriage. She thinks that barring gay marriages is better for children. John Fraser, master of the University of Toronto’s Massey College, which has invited Somerville to give this year’s Massey Lecture, writes of her: I so admire the direction she has provided contemporary Canadian society on abortion and terminal illness, and so disagree with her on the subject of same-sex marriage, that I am longing both to learn from her as well as to question her about her wrong-headed views on gay marriage (versus gay civil unions, of which she approves). This would seem the civil thing to do -- to disagree with her (as I do) on same-sex marriage, admire her admirable work in ethics generally, and look forward to opportunities for debate. Yet when, a few days ago, Somerville rose to accept an honorary degree from Ryerson University, a man yelled “Shame on you!” at her, and various faculty on stage ostentatiously turned their backs on her, a gesture wildly applauded by some in the audience. Fraser’s good on the subject, which has become quite the controversy in Canada. He describes the event as having turned into “something of a conclave by the elders of Salem during witch-hunting season.” You have to hand it to Ryerson. When it bestows honours, it is a comprehensive exercise: DSc (Doctor of Science), BH (Branded Homophobe) and POM (Pariah of the Month). The process was not entirely negative, though: Bloodied as she was, Somerville was able to return to Montreal wiser than when she arrived. Anticipating her Massey appearance, Fraser writes: In preparation for that fine day, there are useful books out there that feed directly into an understanding of the ivory tower of academe. When Petrified Campus: The Crisis in Canada's Universities (Random House) was first published in 1997, the screed by David Bercuson, Robert Bothwell and Jack Granatstein was received with both enthusiasm and more than a smattering of turned-down thumbs. Well, it was bound to have its enemies, since it was ferociously attacking what many believe is the principal scourge of campus life today -- political correctness. |
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The Wilmington Star Also Does the Math [For an earlier calculation, see this post.] 'YOU SUBSIDIZE COLLEGE ATHLETES |
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Saturday’s Scathing Online Schoolmarm… ….shows you how it’s supposed to be done. Yes, today our regular Saturday scathe-fest, in which UD, an English professor, analyzes in detail a bad piece of writing she has found ‘pon the web, will be a little different. Today UD, courtesy of a link from her blogpal Ralph Luker at Cliopatria, will show you how a great writer produces great writing. The blog barista is run by David Tiley, an Australian writer… or, it was run by Tiley, until he got very seriously ill - almost dead ill - and had to have lots of operations and be in the hospital for ages and generally go through hell. Let us see how Tiley writes his first post after having to be away from his blog’s readers for a long time: I’ve been home from hospital for a few days, and I can focus on fine print. I’ve cut my fingernails so I can type again. Bread tastes funny and I can’t tolerate coffee. I’ve been away a lot longer than we expected. Notice that he’s chosen to start with very brief, very simple, declarative sentences. This makes sense because it conveys his still being in something of a state of shock, knocked back intellectually by what’s happened to him. The style all by itself tells you Tiley’s not himself. The detail about the fingernails makes graphically clear how extended his absence has been. My first conscious memory after my bowel resection is one of the worst things you can confront in a hospital – an apologetic surgeon. I’d been hit by a medical emergency which was fifty years in the making. Tiley knows a rule of good writing UD has talked about more than once on this blog: Try to end each sentence with your strongest word or phrase. The apologetic surgeon shows up at the end of the sentence. It’s more dramatic this way - especially introduced with the dashing dash. When I was very small I had some kind of unidentified infection, which stopped one kidney from growing. Instead, the bowel had occupied the space, which meant the spleen had moved too. Reorganising my unexpected gut design, the doctors nicked my spleen, which collapsed and had to be removed, while I bled badly. Now, as Tiley settles into his writing task with more clarity and focus, his sentences begin to look more complex, with transitional phrases and subordination and all of that. He’s coming back to the world with greater force. Two days later, I responded to the trauma with a small heart attack. Tiley has also learned that it’s extremely effective to alternate between longish paragraphs with longish sentences in them and very short paragraphs of perhaps only one simple sentence. And again, he doesn’t write, “I had a small heart attack two days later.” He ends the sentence with “heart attack.” And he gives this horrendous event its own paragraph because it is horrendous and deserves its own paragraph. The next ten days became a blur of disconnected vignettes, my bed a nest, pushed from scan to scan and ward to ward. I’d have taken the word “disconnected” out of this sentence, since “blur” already does the job, and the sentence scans better without it. The metaphor of the bed as a nest is wonderful, conveying all at once the smallness, vulnerability, fragility, and perhaps also the growing sordidness, of Tiley’s suddenly constrained and frightening world. With all that morphine I made friends with a huge bear in the corner. I lost control of my visual cortex and lay for days in a muddle of spontaneous images, some viciously ugly, most collaged from shattered pieces of coloured Perspex cut with frozen, scanned memories. In my own naturally verbal sensorium, I suppose this was the pictorial equivalent of voices in my head. I puzzled for hours over the way that could happen but still be under control, which I guess is the way visual artists function, in a parallel to the stream of words coming from my fingers to this screen. Note, first of all, that we’re now fully recovered from that first-paragraph primitivism -- this is a complex, beautiful paragraph. It starts with humor, which shows up in this chronicle of misery just on time. You want to vary the tone in a piece like this one and not stay on “what a vile nightmare” throughout. I laughed when I read the huge bear line. The successful part of that sentence -- what makes it funny -- is the phrase “made friends with.” Notice too that, whether he’s aware he’s doing it or not, the writer is treating us to some pretty smooth alliteration: morphine made my muddle images most memories The second part of the paragraph, where he puzzles over his responses, is extremely moving. He is sharing with us the intimate business of the mind struggling hard against muddle, asserting self-consciousness in the battle for mental and physical survival. I twisted back and forth on a mobius strip of recursive identity, trying to work out who I was if the drugs had seized my brain. The “I” that I needed being a creature which could ask questions, organise my bedclothes and work out whether to put my hearing aids in or not. Spectacular. The writer also knows that we crave new and even weird forms of writing, original writing. And here we’re treated to writing appropriate to this man’s particular experience of real extremity. Hence the great “mobius strip of recursive identity,” which is a strange phrase I don’t entirely understand -- but I don’t care, because its baroque intricacy is somehow exactly right for the elaborately askew mentality of the sufferer as he tries to put himself back together again. I remember a man across the ward who was 86 years old, stone deaf, who shouted very loudly and was mentally flitting through the twilight zone. The doctors seemed to think he might have had a stroke in his fall at home; his family simply ignored his ravings, as if they had known his behaviour for a long time. These three character sketches are excellent, but probably were the easiest part of this post to write. I like the way he begins with the old man mentally flitting through the twilight zone, since it allows the reader perhaps to see this as a kind of panicked projection of the younger writer’s own condition -- being sick threatens to make him old before his time. As far as the Islander is concerned, ending the paragraph with what in other contexts would be a cliché - “sobbing in his mother’s arms” - works gloriously here because of the writer’s powerful prior account of the man’s toughness -- “swanking around” and all. More broadly, these sketches of other people reassure us that the writer is not dully concentrated on his own being and his own suffering -- he has the capacity to look compassionately at his world. Indeed, in his penultimate paragraph he’ll tell us that “I know something more of mortality, of compassion, of friendship and love” for having gone through all this. These sketches have already conveyed that to us. I’m not going to go on to analyze Tiley’s entire post -- it’s quite long -- but I want to end with the following paragraph: I rowed on through the hospital, my bed a dinghy, across rivers of knowledge. Bowels. Spleen. Hearts. I saw slices of my own heart beating, which were slowed down and repeated with their own sound track. ‘Beat’ is not the right word – the thing flutters, endlessly precise, fabulously fragile, each dancing move identical for every second from the womb to the grave. I’m fascinated by this metaphor of the dinghy, in part because I’ve seen it used in a very similar way in Harold Brodkey’s stupendously written account of his decline and death from AIDS, This Wild Darkness. Toward the end of his chronicle, Brodkey writes: My identity is as a raft skidding or gliding, borne on a flux of feelings and frights, including the morning’s delusion (which lasts ten minutes sometimes) of being young and whole. Brodkey comes back to the raft in his book’s very last paragraph: I am standing on an unmoored raft, a punt moving on the flexing, flowing face of a river. It is precarious. The unknowing, the taut balance, the jolts and the instability spread in widening ripples through all my thoughts. Peace? There was never any in the world. But in the pliable water, under the sky, unmoored, I am traveling now and hearing myself laugh, at first with nerves and then genuine amazement. It is all around me. Even in the last days of his life, Brodkey finds the word “pliable” -- rare, lovely, apt. The pathos of a powerful writer struggling to assert verbal power even at the end resides in “pliable.” One can no doubt find other great writers, along with Brodkey and Tiley, locating themselves upon rafts and dinghies as they attempt to convey identity suddenly made to float and maneuver in a new world. I suppose the cliché lying behind this utterly fresh writing about rafts is “clinging to a liferaft,” but that cliché has developed precisely because this floaty singular bobbing thing is in fact what losing your physical and mental moorings feels like. Tiley and Brodkey haven’t discovered a new metaphor; they’ve hit on one that was always there and set it skimming again. Labels: SOS |
Friday, June 23, 2006
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I Know I’m Not Diplomatic… … but I’ve always hesitated to say anything on this blog about The Law School Option. This is because I know and like a lot of lawyers, and because I don’t have firsthand knowledge of the daily realities of the field of law. But, via law professor Ann Althouse, I note a recent opinion piece which is very undiplomatic indeed about the phenomenon of huge numbers of college students (some of them English majors… some of them English majors who chat with me in my office about whether I think going is a good idea, since their parents are pressuring them and they can‘t think of anything else to do…) going to law school. The writer begins by noting the amazing attrition rates from jobs in law firms: [T]he legal profession is actually losing lawyers every day, a silent drain of talent to banking, business and premature retirement. …[L]arge law firms, those employing more than 500 lawyers, lose nearly 40% of their associates within four years of hiring them. After six years, the ratio climbs to 60%. …42% of lawyers in small firms (and 50% in solo practices) have changed jobs within three years of graduation, and two-thirds of them have switched two or more times… [A] significant percentage drop out of the legal profession entirely. Beyond the massive job dissatisfaction much of this would suggest, there’s the cost of law school. The writer notes that you can feel compelled to take and keep the most lucrative job available in order to repay loans, which might mean that you’ll spend years harnessed to a vocation you hate. Plus, salaries for most lawyers aren’t the glorious things people think they are… A commenter on the Althouse thread writes: Of the things keep me out of law school, there are two things foremost in my mind. The first is that it is massively, crushingly, chokingly expensive… And thus the second - as a corollary to the first - is that law school is full of people who want to make lots of money. And I suppose that is inevitable and unsurprising: if you're going to spend three miserable years paying through the ass to listen to three lectures by some fourth-rate hack teaching critical legal studies (or any number of "soft law" classes, which is to say, "not law at all" classes) for every one bright, shining class of CrimPro or ConLaw … and graduate into - in Michael Dorf's phrase - "the ranks of one of the most hated professions in history," under a pile of debt comparable to the mortgage on a decent-sized house in a nice suburb, it should hardly be surprising that these people want to make money… Another writes: I think a lot of lawyers do hate their jobs. There is a lot to hate […], including cynicism, long hours, boring work, and in many parts of the law, experiencing a lot of aggression. Indeed, I have always wondered about all the women going to law school - a lot of them can't be all that happy with the level of aggression required for a lot of the practice of law. (Yes, I am being a bit sexist here, but I am also intentionally not talking percentages - I don't know if this is 10% or 90%, just that much of the practice of law requires this, and men seem to enjoy it more, on average). Let me tentatively conclude, then, that many people who enter law - especially perhaps undergraduate humanities types, who’ve already shown an interest in deeper questions than the econ and business majors - should not. At least should not right away. One thing people who’ve just graduated with humanities BAs should think about is time. You have more of it than you think. Throwing yourself into law school -- perhaps into any graduate school -- immediately after having finished four or more undergraduate years is in itself perhaps not such a hot idea. It might make more sense to dedicate a few years at this point to pursuing an unlikely dream (theater, novel-writing, living abroad, whatever) and then perhaps, after a decent creative or intellectual interval, applying to a vocational graduate school. You’ve got the time. Really. |
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Gracious UD Fellow blogger Rita does homage to UD and UD’s town, Garrett Park, in a post today: 'Last night, in contrast to many previous days full of much complaint, was a lot of fun. KD (who no longer has a blog to which he can be linked and identified) and I had dinner with the very gracious UD, who lives in Our Town, a place where everyone gets their mail at the Town Hall and there is a Peace Pole, though UD denies every having seen it. While somewhat weirdly utopian, it was obviously much nicer than downtown DC…' UD also had lots of fun, with Rita and KD. And I really don’t know what the hell the Peace Pole is. |
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UD Gets a Respectable Number… …of foreign readers, so it seems only right to reproduce and comment a bit upon this flash of insight about Americans. It’s from Charlie Brooker, in The Guardian. Greetings from America, where everyone's so bloody friendly and laid-back and nice it makes you want to puke blood in their faces. [My only complaint about this fine sentence is that the repetition of “blood” weakens its punch.] Earlier today I found myself sharing an elevator with one of the bellboys, and, to make conversation, I asked him whether they had any celebrities staying in the hotel. |
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Sound obsessed, single-minded, a bit bonkers. Sweet account of one person’s Bloomsday in the Guardian. The writer signs him/herself only “Culture Vulture”: Last week I went to an Irish friend's Bloomsday celebration, writes John L Walters. Food, drink, music and readings from the work of James Joyce (Bloomsday, June 16, is the day of the fictional Leopold Bloom's odyssey through the Dublin of 1904 in Ulysses). I didn't know quite what to expect, having only ever attended one Bloomsday event in the past, an afternoon lecture by Anthony Burgess at University College. |
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Mr. Smiley and the Order of the Wormholes Cast your mind back to UD’s post on Hampshire College and Princeton Theological Seminary educated, Martha’s Vineyard ensconced, E. Forbes Smiley, who carried out his elegant trade -- the sale of rare old maps -- with the help of X-Acto knives. It turns out there are lots of valuable old maps in valuable old books. All you have to do is go to various libraries’ rare book rooms and rip them out. Smiley did this for years until someone at Yale’s library caught him doing it. "A video surveillance system showed him removing a map valued at $150,000 from a book," reports the New York Times. He'll go to jail for five years. He's returned a lot of the maps. 'At one point, Judge Arterton asked [the prosecutor] to detail the evidence the government was prepared to bring had it tried Mr. Smiley. The prosecutor said he had experts to testify that wormholes in the maps found on Mr. Smiley lined up with wormholes in the books on Yale's shelves that contained the maps.' Perp walk Princeton-style. ![]() 'Gawd. No cameras.' |
Thursday, June 22, 2006
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WORLD CUP I’d just gotten off the phone with a very nice reporter from the Chronicle of Higher Ed who wanted to know what I think of Rate My Professors (here’s what I think). I went outside to the deck, where Mr UD was writing, and I started describing what the interview had been like, when he said: “I take it you’ve already blogged about the David Brooks thing in the Times this morning.” “What? The thing on soccer? Why?” “It’s not really about soccer. It’s about American versus European universities.” “You’re kidding. The title was, like, 'World Cup Edge' or something. Didn’t sound interesting.” “Read it.” Our World Cup Edge Brooks here echoes much of what UD’s been writing about European universities (see a variety of recent posts). I think he overlooks more than a few negative elements (excessively high costs; corrupt sports programs) of the American system, but he’s generally correct. |
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TWO GOOFY GUYS Two Stanford professors have a silly exchange about college sports in the latest Chronicle of Higher Education. If it’s silly, UD, why are you heading up today’s post lineup with it? Because it tells you something about the way some professors think, that’s why, and this is a blog about universities and the sorts of people who populate them. So let’s start with the first combatant, intellectual historian Hayden White. White’s take on college sports is representative of what UD calls the EVERYTHING IS SHIT orientation of some American university professors. The ES orientation emerges not from careful consideration of the world, but from despair coupled with grandiosity, a combination that produces sweeping, shocking statements of Spenglerian intensity. In this era of “openly consumerist capitalism,” White writes, the “entertainment-media-business complex,” of which college sports is a part, is killing us. (Notice that “openly.” Should consumerist capitalism be coy?) To the ES orientation, White adds what UD calls “going cosmic.” He takes a small subject -- college sports -- and says nothing about it, but zoom-zoom-zooms off into the death to capitalism stratosphere: All three traditional domains of higher education — sports, teaching, and research — as well as that new, distinctively modern monstrosity called "administration," replicate the same processes that have subverted the honor of the professions of law, medicine, the ministry, the military, politics, and business. All show what happens when commerce is substituted for morality and ethics throughout society. Here’s the deal on being a curmudgeon. If you’re going to be one, you have to be a witty, corrosive writer. If you’re not a witty, corrosive writer, you’re just a piss-off artist. Performance is all that counts in society, in politics, in the arts, in business, and in our entertainments. …As in most large-scale business enterprises, such as, say, Halliburton or Bechtel or Microsoft, NASA, the pharmaceutical industry, Big Oil, Morgan Stanley, the military, the prison system, and the police, there is not much chance of reforming the college-sports scene — as little chance as there is of reforming the education "business" that needs its athletes the way the entertainment business needs its "idols." Forget the Duke scandal -- this is about Halliburton. Professors are supposed to explain to their students that going cosmic -- the more common word for this is “over-generalizing” -- is a miserable polemical tack. White winds up at the place voted Most Likely Place to Wind Up If You Go Cosmic: Nazi Germany: Likening watching sports to a religious experience, as Gumbrecht [White’s colleague and sparring partner] does, diverts attention from the sleaziness and ugliness of the institutions of college sports — in much the same way that certain ideologues in the 1930s distracted attention from the violence of war by celebrating the "sublimity" of battle. And what of Mr. Gumbrecht? He goes cosmic in the other direction. White is right that he does, absurdly, turn watching sports into a religious experience. His is a gentle, beautiful world, in which …the most obvious explanation for the widespread popularity of sports is their aesthetic appeal, as powerful as the experience of a beautiful work of music or art. A perfectly executed double play in baseball, a quarterback's pass to an open receiver, or a complex routine in women's gymnastics are epiphanies of form and of bodily grace. Experienced as such, they can help us recuperate a positive feeling for the physicality of our existence in a physical universe — and in this potential effect, they converge with the effects of a Mozart opera, a painting by Jackson Pollock, or a novel by Toni Morrison. Hm. Here’s Professor Gumbrecht approaching a group of fans at an Oklahoma University football game. He seems to be trying to ask them a question… something like: “Are you recuperating a positive feeling for the physicality of your existence? I mean, given a physical universe?” His question cannot be heard because the stadium is screaming KILL THE FUCKERS HIT THE FUCKERS YOU EAT SHIT DIE DIE. Wait, he says, louder and with more urgency: Isn’t this experience rather like a Mozart opera? A drunken fan shoves him off the bleachers to his death. |
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
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UD is ALSO proud... ...to be one of the websites the embattled feminist Linda Hirshman reads, "whether they agree with me or not" on the "Mommy Wars." UD does agree with her. Here's Hirshman's website, Get To Work Manifesto. |
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UD is proud to say… …that University Diaries has begun popping up with some regularity at Real Clear Politics, a bigtime political website. |
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Why UD Despairs of English Professors From Slate.com: "As for the $135 million [paid for the Klimt portrait], the price seems low to me. Most art prices seem low to me. What's a reasonable price for a one-of-a-kind masterpiece? If the Texas Rangers once paid Alex Rodriguez twice that amount to play shortstop for 10 years, hasn't Lauder gotten his Klimt, which he owns in perpetuity, for a steal?" Christopher Benfey English Professor |
Larry Stood Up By Larry'Harvard University has been left in the lurch by Larry Ellison, chairman of software group Oracle, who has failed to make good on a $115m (€91m, £62m) donation 10 months after academics believed they could count on the money. |
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Gesualdo Madrigals And Ligeti Atmospherics Regular readers know that the New York Times music critic, Anthony Thommasini, is one of UD’s favorite writers. Informed, witty, straightforward, and verbally inventive (In his latest review, he describes one composer as producing “12-tonish works for large casts.” At first I read this as 12-tonnish, as in heavy, over-elaborated; then I realized he meant in the manner of the twelve-tone scale.), Thommasini assumes you know more, rather than less, than you do. Unlike the writer UD quotes a couple of posts down there (A Haze of Praising), who thinks you’re dumber than you are, Thommasini assumes you’re smarter than you are. Reviewing a new opera based on Alice in Wonderland, he writes: Whenever the soprano Jennifer Winn, who portrayed Alice, sang a relatively unaccompanied vocal line, her pitch was true, despite the angular leaps in the vocal writing, and her diction clear. But for the most part she had to fight to be heard above the sustained, high-pitched singing of the chorus, which often sounded like some curious mix of Gesualdo madrigals and Ligeti atmospherics. This is the kind of writing that makes UD stretch. Angular leaps she gets, with a little thought -- it's twelve-tone music, after all, so there's no traditional rhyme or reason; and the singer’s doing it unaccompanied… Thinking about it, I can even hear it in my mind, having been brought up on Alban Berg and other atonals… But my favorite part of the paragraph is Thommasini’s description of the choral singing as a “curious mix of Gesualdo madrigals and Ligeti atmospherics.” To quote UD’s eloquent spawn, “I’m like, what?” …Okay, Gyorgy Ligeti, who died recently… I don’t really have a sense of what his music sounds like… I’ll have to listen to some… Madrigals I know intimately, but Gesualdo madrigals?… A writer like Thommasini, in other words, assumes a high level of understanding on your part, and because his attractive writing makes you want to be part of his world, you may well make the effort to attain that level, tracking down some of his allusions and learning a thing or two you didn’t know. |
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Outside Agitators In an article in today’s paper, the New York Times notes that at Dartmouth dissidents are trying to get a foothold on the governing board through alumni elections. The unfolding controversy is being watched closely by other universities. |





