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Monday, October 30, 2006
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UD's Posted... ... a number of photos from Rehoboth's Sea Witch Festival, but Blogger's been in all sorts of trouble this weekend, so getting them on the site may take some time. When I finally get them posted, note the brilliant blue skies, and the way everyone's a bit wind-tossed. The weather's been exhilarating. When the weather's like this, you fall back on the trusty cliches -- majestic, glorious, a vision of splendor. |
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Sea Witch Festival, Rehoboth.
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Saturday, October 28, 2006
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UD and her sister... ...seem to have blundered into the Sea Witch Festival here. We've taken a number of pictures of some surreal Sea Witch activities on the beach -- in particular, the Maryland Rough Riders on their horsies -- but we'll have to wait until we get a proper computer to load them onto the site. It's a spectularly beautiful day at the beach -- high wind, mixed charcoal and azure skies, picture-book clouds. |
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UD Fleeing Hordes of Reporters... ...in brilliantly sunny and warm Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. |
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UD's Off... ..for another long weekend at Rehoboth Beach. ![]() She'll be blogging from there. photo gregory garecki |
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They Ain't Got No Culture Read to the end of this Washington Post story -- through Lynne Cheney's curious alienation from her own naughty literary efforts -- for UD's pithy contribution to the Webb/Allen literary dustup. |
Friday, October 27, 2006
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Just Got Off the Phone... ...with a reporter from the Washington Post, too. We'll see if anything comes of this sudden media assault upon UD. |
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Fox News is on its way over... ...to UD's office, to interview her about naughty James Webb and his perverto books. Ne quittez pas. |
Innocents; A Broad'New York University’s golf coach said he was forced to resign Oct. 12 after university officials learned that he accompanied players to a strip club while the team was competing in Florida in March. |
Thursday, October 26, 2006
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Nathan Lane Not Miserable Enough to Impersonate an English Professor '[Lane's line readings fail to be] vapors in a toxic fog given off by a soul rotting in its own unhappiness. ...[He fails to be the] slow-leaking human dirty bomb |
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SNAPSHOTS FROM HOME Handling a Deer in the Water "SOLOMONS, Md. (AP) -- Don Fitzhugh was fishing with his wife Gloria and three others on the Chesapeake last Thursday when they came upon a buck swimming near Solomons Island. [I am so not surprised by this. Longtime readers know that UD's wooded suburban half acre is deer-infested. She expects to find deer in the shower.] |
Miami: This Just In'CORAL GABLES, FL— University of Miami head football coach Larry Coker, afraid of being scapegoated and fired in the wake of Saturday's brawl involving Hurricanes players and those from Florida International University, defended himself by suspending 13 players, taking full responsibility for disciplining his team, and swinging a Hurricanes football helmet at the heads of athletic director Paul Dee and chancellor Donna Shalala during a press conference Wednesday. "What happened was unfortunate and does not reflect our character as a team or my philosophy as a coach," said Coker, grasping the helmet by the faceguard and delivering repeated blows to Shalala's face and neck. "However, I believe that dismissing me at this time would in fact send the wrong message about discipline to our players and the wrong message about the University of Miami to the public." Dee was physically unable to comment or breathe after the press conference, but Shalala seemed to indicate that she would handle the matter internally as soon as she stopped bleeding internally.' --the onion-- ud thanks mike for the link |
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
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Miami: In Comparative Terms, A Model Football Program 'Miami has not had 20-plus incidents involving shoplifting, assault, gun charges and failed drug tests over the past two years, as Tennessee has. Miami has not had to dismiss a star player for earning money through a phony job, as Oklahoma has. Miami has not had a star linebacker accused of sexual assault on the eve of its bowl game as Florida State did last year.' --si.com-- |
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Over at Harvard, Kaavya Viswanathan and Andrei Shleifer Are Selling Well '...[W]ith Halloween less than a week away, some Yalies in need of an outfit may have found inspiration of their own in the Vayner scandal: some students said that "Aleksey Vayner" will likely be a popular costume on campus this year.' --yale daily news-- |
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Clever Little Buggers The University of Georgia student newspaper has done it -- as per their president's request, they've come up with a new name for The World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party. The World’s Largest Non-Alcoholic University-Sanctioned Family-Fun Event and Bowl |
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Snapshots from Home Jerry Seinfeld or 'Tolstoy's Emblematic Death': Your Choice Today's New York Times: Forget the traditional football game, the dry lectures and the meet-and-greet with professors and administrators. At some colleges, parents’ weekend has expanded into a far more elaborate ritual. |
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
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It's This Saturday! This day is called the World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party: He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when the World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party is named, And rouse him at the name of Gator. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is the World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party:' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars And say 'These wounds I had at the World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party.' Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day: blacked out neath a Buick After Beer Pong; flattened as his mouth ran with Budweiser, Miller, Michelob, Liberty Ale, High Rollers Wheat Beer, Bud Ice, Bud Light; Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Bulldog fan shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in Georgia now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That lay with us on the World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party day. |
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Factory Jobs At Risk The column below, by George F. Will, is a nice companion piece to this post: ...[How do] big-time college sports programs, which generate billions of tax-exempt dollars -- CBS pays the NCAA an annual average of $545 million mainly for rights to televise the March Madness basketball tournament -- further the purposes for which educational institutions are granted tax-exempt status[?] |
Teaching to the Veil![]() A thick veil of commentary lies over the full burqa question, both here and abroad. I freely admit to having a powerful visceral reaction against fully veiled women (I've written about that here), and I've certainly done my best to understand the causes of my repulsion. Anne Applebaum, in the Washington Post, says some of what I feel: ...[T]he veil, as a political issue, won't go away. The French have banned not only the full veil but head scarves in state schools. Some German regions have banned the head scarf for civil servants too, and they are not permitted in Turkish universities at all. Slowly, the issue is coming to the United States: Just this month a Michigan judge dismissed a small-claims court case filed by a Muslim woman because she refused to remove her full-face veil while testifying. In Don DeLillo's great novel, Mao II, the fearless photographer, Brita, repelled by the face masks worn by the self-abnegating followers of a personality- cult leader, suddenly pulls one off of one of his fanatics and almost gets herself killed for her trouble. In a novel about the flight from freedom, about the psychological and ideological appeal of self-annihilation, this gesture expresses the sense shared by people committed to personal freedom that willful demolition of one's individuality, willful evisceration of one's ability to engage in civic life, is a kiss-off aimed at all democratic values. The prospect of teaching someone unwilling to share with me the world of embodied humanity is chilling. --- my thanks to grammarpolice.net for the image -- |
Monday, October 23, 2006
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Now That He's Got A Wikipedia Page... ...it seems a good time to remind longtime UD readers, and to tell new ones, that UD lives in Munro Leaf's house in Garrett Park, Maryland. Munro Leaf (December 4, 1905 – December 21, 1976), was an American author of children's literature. He's best known for his 1936 book The Story of Ferdinand, a story about a bull who preferred smelling flowers to bullfighting. The book sparked considerable controversy, as it was seen by some as pacifist; it was consequently banned in Nazi Germany. UD knew Munro's widow, Margaret, slightly. Munro died in the room just behind the one UD's typing this in. In honor of him, UD has two topiary bulls in her front garden, relaxing under a tree. There's also a little plaque next to her front door. It says FERDINAND HOUSE. |
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Harvard: Just Too Creepy. Two articles, one in the Harvard Crimson, and one in Inside Higher Ed, note that, as the Crimson headline has it: Female Tenure Rate Crashes [the authors really mean female tenure-track job offer acceptance rate crashes]: Women comprised only 21 percent of the academics who accepted tenure-track offers to join the Faculty of Arts and Sciences (FAS) last year, a startling reversal of a three-year trend that saw that figure rise to 40 percent in 2004-2005. It is interesting - Harvard's so spoiled by its yield rate in admissions of students (virtually everyone admitted to Harvard goes), it perhaps overlooks its very poor yield rate among young women professors, especially in the humanities. You'd think they'd all jump at the chance to go to Harvard; yet look at how many go elsewhere! Why? The Crimson article mentions some of the usual suspects - Cambridge is insanely expensive (the well-located house on Shady Hill Square where Mr. UD grew up is now on the market for an enormous price); it's hard to get tenure at Harvard; women faculty aren't mentored as well as they might be... But you don't have to live in Cambridge (and Harvard has been known to subsidize housing for young faculty); it's reportedly getting easier to get tenure; and the mentoring can't be that bad. Here's what IHE says: Women Turning Down Harvard’s Offers I'm pretty stumped, too. But I wonder if there's just been a critical mass of creepy stories about Harvard in the last couple of years... A kind of piling on of nastiness and creepiness... not just all the Summers stuff, but the money manager controversy, the Shleifer business, the low levels of happiness Harvard undergrads report, the Kremlin-like hyperauthority of the mysterious Harvard Corporation... Add to this the undeniable fact that for all its charisma Harvard sits in a dark, cold, and, yes, extremely expensive city... I mean, it ends up falling rather short of the Welcome Wagon... If you had a competing offer from San Diego or Emory, you might just take it... |
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A List of George Washington University Bloggers... ...from the very useful Academic Blogs website. |
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Katha Pollitt Goes After The Trouble With Diversity in The Nation 'Maybe economic reality doesn't get much airtime in the University of Illinois-Chicago's English department, which [Walter Benn] Michaels chairs (he gleefully bemoans his $175,000 annual salary), but poverty, inequality and class are major objects of attention in sociology, economics, public policy, ed schools and investigative journalism -- to say nothing of the pages of The Nation. Michaels isn't the loner he pretends to be. |
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Jonathan Miller Interviewed in The New York Times One thing [opera director Jonathan Miller] has certainly not abandoned is the Interview as Performance Art. |
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Pleasure of Intellectual Inquiry '[Y]our college’s mission statement ...will lead you to think that your job is to cure every ill the world has ever known – not only illiteracy, bad writing and cultural ignorance, which are at least in the ballpark, but poverty, racism, ageism, sexism, war, exploitation, colonialism, discrimination, intolerance, pollution and bad character. --stanley fish-- |
Sunday, October 22, 2006
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The River That Eats College Students Here's an AP story about the many drowning deaths of Wisconsin college students in the Mississippi. See this recent post for background. UD's comments are in brackets. Searchers combing the Mississippi River this month pulled out the body of basketball player Luke Homan — the eighth college-age man in nine years to disappear from a city tavern and turn up dead in a river. |
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Morning Eye-Opener'A former dean of a University of Medicine and Dentistry of New Jersey school remains on the payroll as a highly paid professor. |
Trump U.'The[se] are ... very wealthy institutions, with endowments that in most cases run into the billions. Stanford, for instance, has an endowment of around $15 billion, making it the third largest among universities, behind only Yale and Harvard. (Harvard’s astounding endowment is now nearly $30 billion.) And of course if you’ve ever visited Stanford — with its fantastic medical complex, its professional-quality athletic facilities, and its gorgeous campus — you know that what is most striking is not how much Stanford seems to need, but how much it already has. --nytimes-- |
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For Further Study: Floyd is writing a short essay about his friend Richard, in which he calls Richard "proud." Could Floyd have found a better adjective? If so, what might it be? 'Richard Grasso should have taken John Reed’s advice. floyd norris, nytimes |
Friday, October 20, 2006
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His Asso's Grasso UD stumbled on the groovy Richard Grasso story while reading up on the university presidency of John Diamandopoulos (in making a case against Grasso, ex-chairman of the New York Stock Exchange, Eliot Spitzer cited the precedent of Diamandopoulous) -- but ever since she got hold of Grasso -- who looks a little like Mussolini after he was strung up -- ![]() she's held on for dear life, sensing that in his rags to riches to rags saga lay hours of reading pleasure... And to be sure today's update in the New York Times brought a wee smile to her face... Here are some excerpts, with a little commentary... A New York judge ruled yesterday that Richard A. Grasso, a former chairman of the New York Stock Exchange, would have to return as much as $100 million he received as part of a fiercely contested $139.5 million payout. |
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Telander: The Definitive Statement Rick Telander, Chicago SunTimes:
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Thursday, October 19, 2006
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UD Finds Nobility... ...in this professor's farewell gesture to his class. A UC Berkeley physics professor and Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory senior scientist was found dead at the lab Tuesday afternoon hours after telling his students he was suffering from depression. |
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Mr UD Likes to Say... ...that UD will endorse anything if it's well-written. This is not, strictly speaking, true, but it does get at UD's perhaps overfond love of good writing. The dark side of this love is that UD has a disproportionate response also to bad writing (as you know if you read her Scathing Online Schoolmarm feature). Bad writing makes UD's skin scaly. With each bad phrase she draws a shallow breath, often to the point of hyperventilation. There's also a sensation in her chest as if someone's stabbing her with a Bic Blunt Tip. Yet just as onlookers are loath to leave the scene of car wrecks, so UD admits to a morbid fascination with the very, very worst in prose and poetry. Only this can explain her dalliance on this blog [search his name in the search feature at the top of this page] with our erstwhile poet laureate, the Dread Kooser. In a recent meeting in Nantucket of rich lobbyists and rich Democrats, Ted Kennedy's writer put a limerick in his mouth that is the sort of thing UD's got in mind here. First, recall UD's dismay, already expressed on this blog, at the propensity of a party which presents itself as the party of ordinary working Americans to meet all the time in Nantucket, currently this country's most powerful icon of obscene material excess and haughty anti-social behavior. Then put in this location precisely the malsain stew of corruption the Republicans and their lobbyists represent. The result is, IMHO, disastrous for the Democrats. But it gets worse: Senators Edward M. Kennedy and John F. Kerry are shown hobnobbing and sharing laughs with high-powered lobbyists at a Nantucket reception for top Democratic donors, in a film clip posted on the ABC News website yesterday. Put aside the obvious political idiocy of the event, though, and go back to that limerick for chrissake... You're in the audience... You can't believe it... Nantucket, pinnacle of your dreams of wealth and glory... And there's Ted Kennedy, last living symbol of Camelot, right up there ... He begins speaking in his slow, slow, slow voice... A child's singsong voice, though old in timbre... He's reading a poem! A funny poem! A limerick! You sit back and get ready to smile... Maybe it'll even be smutty ... Nantucket/fuck it being one of the classic English language end rhymes... There once were Senate Democrats on Nantucket. Republican tide -- they all aimed to buck it. They fight hard to win, These women and men, And in November control they re-took it. As Sister Mary Ignatius put it (you know, in that Christopher Durang play), "BLAH. YOU MAKE ME WANT TO BLAH. (making vomit noises)." Instead of cursing the darkness, though, I shall write a limerick as a limerick should be written, hoping thereby to help the Senator's comedy team understand the nature of the genre: Some lobbyists up in Nantucket Took Kennedy's stiffy and sucked it. His poem's not funny, But they owe him money. November election? Oh fuck it. |
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The Elephant Park When UD lived on Bali, she used to go pretty frequently to the Elephant Park, where you could hop on a little Sumatran number and be escorted around the park's grounds by a guy who sat on its neck and guided it by tickling its ears. It's all lots of fun, especially the end of the trek, when you descend into a pond, and, if you're lucky, the animal playfully sprays you. The one thing you can't know about the Elephant Park jaunt until you do it is that the grounds are rank with piles of elephant dung, so that even as you're gazing delightedly at eye-level palms and rice paddies, you're always aware of the nastiness underfoot. University life can be like this -- It's a glorious, beautiful, even exciting adventure, but look out below. There's always someone under there, ready to be a bit of a shit. Here's a recent classic case: Free-speech Group Decries Thank the Lord there are people like Father Wild to protect us from the wounding effects of our inability to understand satire... plus Chairman South (who seems to have gone south), patrolling the hallways and felling offensive material in a single bound... I sleep better knowing these men - and other men like them - are vigilant on my behalf... |
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Sharp are the Wounds of Class This Guardian writer's wounds distract him from the fact that fiction is fiction, comedy exaggeration, and audience response to comedy laughter. Alan Bennett, commentators like to say, is heir to Betjeman as the nation's teddy bear. On the evidence of his all-conquering play (and now film) The History Boys he is also the outright winner of the Evelyn Waugh memorial "Brideshead" award for the nation's arch-educational snob. |
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
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Bravo, Brava... ...to the students at SUNY Binghamton, who, faced with a couple of philistine professors who demand that a campus art exhibit which includes photos (taken in the 1950's) of unclothed African women be shut down (it isn't a "positive representation" -- it "systemically devalues" Africa), have responded most forcefully indeed. Here in America, we have what we at [this newspaper] like to refer to as 'freedoms.' You know, there are a whole bunch of them promised to us in that Constitution-thingy, like freedom of speech, freedom of expression and (our personal favorite) freedom of the press.... [I]t's doubly hypocritical that professors, the people who are supposed to be helping students grow as people and thinkers, are the ones leading the charge to censor the exhibit. In fact, you could almost call it betrayal. No one should be surprised that, in these twisted times, students are lecturing professors on their business; but to send them packing in style like this ... It's an unexpected pleasure. |








