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Wednesday, February 28, 2007
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Fire Away The president of the University of Nebraska has recommended that the chemistry professor there who brought explosives into his class (background here) and passed them around be fired. A faculty committee has also been activated. The final salvo will come from the Board of Regents. |
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Yoho. My man McLemee has it that I am salty. In this morning's Inside Higher Education. |
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
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Pathetic Instead of acting to impeach the most corrupt and negligent university trustee this side of... actually, I can't think of anyone remotely comparable to Preacher Hayes... the Alaska legislature has referred the matter to three committees. |
Monday, February 26, 2007
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Your Tax Dollars at Work Jacques Derrida "enjoyed the same status as Aristotle among the ancients," a professor at NYU tells a reporter from the LA Times. Reading the reporter's article, you can see him struggling to make sense of this assertion. You can see him struggling to make sense of a certain subculture of humanities departments in American universities... trying to understand why a professor demoted by his university for sexual harassment, and then forced to settle out of court with the object of his harassment, left the University of California, Irvine an Associate Professor and resurfaced at the University of Florida a Professor and department chair. The professor at issue, a friend of Derrida's in the last years of Derrida's life, has much to offer the University of Florida beyond a rather determined sexuality in regard to his graduate students. Four students at Rate My Professors describe his teaching: there was no work. while that was a good thing, the class was utterly boring and pointless. vampire stories sounded interesting. it should have been called bad vampire videos. don't buy the books, there is no reading. the ta's do all the grading. These reviews are from the professor's Irvine days, so the citizens of California were paying his salary. Now it's the turn of Florida's taxpayers to subsidize courses with no reading, no assignments, no comments on student papers, A's all around, and bad vampire videos. All this and sexual harassment too! No wonder the University of Florida made him a department chair. B-b-but... What's all of this got to do with Derrida, and with a news story worthy of the LA Times' attention? When a vampire expert allegedly seduced a tipsy UC Irvine student four years ago, he inadvertently set off a chain of events that now jeopardizes the school's control of a dead philosopher's prized archives. |
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University of Oregon: Theater of the Absurd The University of Oregon has the lowest faculty salaries in the Association of American Universities, along with pathetic academic budgets across the board. As a group of faculty point out in a recent opinion piece, the school is well on its way toward outright squalor: Ancillary support services for teaching and research are fast disappearing. New and current faculty members are being lured away by other institutions. Many faculty now pay for classroom photocopying, business phone calls, and even students' books. Yet the university plans to spend $213.5 million on what it calls a "theater of basketball." ...The price tag ... could be well above $200 million, again making the project one of the most expensive of its size ever. While the university becomes an intellectual slum, "the athletic department," note some of its professors, "furnishes its offices with leather sofas, pays its coaches multimillion dollar salaries, charters private jets, etc." The University of Oregon is a sort of American Turkmenistan, where autocrats build palaces for their amusement, and the rest of the place can go to hell. |
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NEWS FLASH Barrington-Coupe confesses. Or so my reader Matt tells me. I'm racing over to Gramophone now for details. ***************** I know I shouldn't reproduce the whole thing. I'll put it up just for a moment, while I read through and excerpt. ***************** The Gramophone article has now been excerpted. Its author is James Inverne. [A] letter [has been] sent from William Barrington-Coupe to the head of BIS records in which he makes a full confession of his wrongdoing in the Joyce Hatto affair. |
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There's Something Special in the Air... ... It's L'Air du Ladner! 'American University announced Friday that the Internal Revenue Service has started an investigation into the institution for tax years 2004-6. A statement from the university said that it would cooperate with the IRS and that the development was “anticipated in light of the prior issues related to executive compensation matters.” That’s a polite way of referencing the 2005 ouster of former Benjamin Ladner as president — amid investigations into his expenses, including a personal chef, vacations in Europe, and an engagement party for his son. While no details are available on what the IRS is looking for, questions have been raised about both the payments and reimbursements Ladner received and his exit package.' Scott Jaschik reports, in Inside Higher Ed. Athough the head of the Smithsonian institutions is trying manfully, no one does executive overcompensation like Ben Ladner. Here's hoping the IRS investigation puts him back on the front page where he belongs. |
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Gifted Clemson University graduate and NBA player Elden Campbell was once asked if he earned a college degree. "No, but they gave me one anyway." Quoted on the blog Money Players. |
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Although I'm Still Not Sure... ...Joyce Hatto herself was as materially involved as Denis Dutton here suggests, I think he captures the important elements -- as we know them in this unfinished tale -- of the Hatto hoax, in this morning's New York Times. In particular, there's the bathos everyone fell for: She "record[ed] Beethoven’s Sonata No. 26, 'Les Adieux,' from a wheelchair in her last days ... Nice touch, that, playing Beethoven’s farewell sonata from a wheelchair. ... [The Hatto hoax demonstrates the way] our expectations, our knowledge of a back story, can subtly, or perhaps even crudely, affect our aesthetic response."Hatto possibly and her husband certainly were plagiarists: They "stole other pianists’ work and, with only a few electronic alterations, sold it as [their] own." |
Sunday, February 25, 2007
La Spawn Smiles...![]() ... at the end of her long choral weekend at the Baltimore Radisson Hotel. |
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Between Twenty and Forty On Auden's centenary (it was February 21), a paragraph from his essay, "Reading" that seems to UD to have much to do with what a university education's supposed to be about: Between the ages of twenty and forty we are engaged in the process of discovering who we are, which involves learning the difference between accidental limitations which it is our duty to outgrow and the necessary limitations of our nature beyond which we cannot trespass with impunity. Few of us can learn this without making mistakes, without trying to become a little more of a universal man than we are permitted to be. It is during this period that a writer can most easily be led astray by another writer or by some ideology. When someone between twenty and forty says, apropos of a work of art, "I know what I like," he is really saying "I have no taste of my own but accept the taste of my cultural milieu," because, between twenty and forty, the surest sign that a man has a genuine taste of his own is that he is uncertain of it. After forty, if we have not lost our authentic selves altogether, pleasure can again become what it was when we were children, the proper guide to what we should read. ******************** Mr and Ms UD are off to Baltimore, to hear their kid sing in the Maryland All-State Chorus. Here's the program: Corpus Christi Carol.....Trond Kverno I'm bracing myself for "It Takes a Village." |
Saturday, February 24, 2007
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This Guy's Priorities Are So Fucked Up (erp) '...If I were a University of Illinois student, alumnus or administrator, I wouldn't worry why a guy who proudly wears an Indian costume has danced his last dance. Mike Downey Chicago Trib |
The Barrington-Coupe Method'It seems that a pattern is emerging that Hatto hunters may want to keep in mind. The perpetrator seems to be avoiding (so far) the wholesale raiding of British independent labels, for the obvious reason that this would risk detection at home. This may also explain why Concert Artist has been so unwilling to seek international distribution, despite many requests and the urging of Hatto fans. Can it be that what began as a small-scale local scam took on a life of its own?' David Hurwitz of ClassicsToday.com, quoted on this blog. |
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Can't Keep Up! It's Like Chasing Britney Spears! ...'Barrington-Coupe, who released dozens of CDs under his wife's name which are now claimed by audio experts to be identical to earlier recordings, served eight months in jail for tax evasion. |
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Isn't the Coaching Staff Supposed to Do This? Is Professor Neck Paid? Who Pays Him? 'Coach Seth Greenberg has done something this season that he's never done before. He's called in a motivational speaker. |
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ENDEMIC CORRUPTION... ...where basically everybody steals everything not nailed down, is relatively rare on any particular American university campus; yet UD has chronicled several cases of it on this blog, at places like the New Jersey University of Medicine and Dentistry, Texas Southern University, and large segments of the University of Alaska system (no one, in the entire State of Alaska, seems able to figure out how to get rid of a university trustee on trial for massive theft of federal funds -- a man who missed half of the trustees' meetings last year). These are, again, rare cases of sweeping institution-wide crime. One of UD's readers, Fred, sends her another. Bishop State's president has two jobs - she's both the college's chief executive and an Alabama state legislator. Her two jobs produce a very special sort of synergy which allows her and her colleagues to extract public monies at every point in the educational process. ... [I]t's hard to top the story of a [Bishop State] employee (since charged with a crime) whose 67-year-old disabled grandmother was receiving athletic scholarships to play three sports at Bishop State just months before she died. As with the trustee bandit at the University of Alaska, it's possible Kennedy will be able to continue, until retirement, on her merry way. |
Orchestral Suite for Polish Refugees'One hilarious detail emerges from the radio interviews: Barrington-Coupe claimed that his fictitious London orchestra was a "group of Polish refugees, working for non-union rates."' Alex Ross, The Rest is Noise |
Thursday, February 22, 2007
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By the way... ... the Joyce Hatto Ate My Albinoni Limerick Contest is still on. We've gotten some wonderful entries, but we're always looking for more. |
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Southern Illinois University Faculty and Staff: UD Salutes You Your university tried to shove a motivational speaker in your face. You said fuck you. "When less than 10 percent of SIUC's faculty and staff shows up to a presentation designed to motivate them - and pass this motivation on to their students - the faculty and staff validate the marketing report that called them prideless." [The SIU student newspaper - I'll be quoting from its article about you - is angry with you. It thinks you ought to have gone. "The university scheduled 10 of these meetings at different times and in different places in the past week to ensure everyone would have a chance to hear the speaker. Still, only a smattering of people showed up. Maybe it's the administration's fault for not understanding what the faculty and staff need. Maybe it's the faculty and staff's fault for not cooperating with the university. Either way, it is an issue. [When an event] is ignored by 90 percent of the professionals at this university, it is a big deal." [Yes - it tells you, the student, that your faculty refuses to sit in a room and listen to an idiot. You should be pleased.] "The faculty had a lecture to go to. It wasn't mandatory, but it was recommended. And valuable information - ways to improve the quality of the university's product - was discussed. Most of the faculty and staff decided not to attend." [Because they don't think of what they do as producing a "product," as one produces a urine sample. Talk to your school's administrators, who need accounting rather than motivational instruction, about why your university is so weak.] "The administration paid $20,000 for this speaker. This is $20,000 that could have gone to deferred maintenance, technology or to the return of some of Morris Library's journals that had to be cancelled for lack of money." [Absolutely. It was a total waste of money.] "But the university chose to spend this money to try to inspire those whose job it is to inspire, and re-instill a sense of pride. It was a noble gesture, and it disappoints us that it may not work out." [It was - as the response suggests - an idiotic gesture, recognized as such by your faculty. Professors don't need some yahoo yelling at them to crinkle up a big ol' smile every morning and fill their lungs with pride. Thoughtful people understand this shit for what it is. Your upper-level administrators apparently do not. You should feel motivated to militate for new upper-level administrators who aren't hucksters.] "Professors, teaching assistants and other educators would agree that 10 percent is a failure. As students, we give the faculty and staff an F." [As UD, I give them an A plus plus. What the hell - they've graduated with honors.] *************************************************** Here, by the way, is the smileyface in question, SIU faculty's master facilitator. Why doesn't his biography list any college degrees? Here's some of what SIU's professors had in store, philosophy-wise. **************************************************** UPDATE: My man McLemee takes me on a walk down motivational memory lane. |
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"We have yet to investigate a Hatto recording that has not proved to be... ... a hoax," says Andrew Rose, a sound engineer interviewed for a story in today's Washington Post. Barrington-Coupe, the hoaxer, has gone (in a progression in strict accord with the hoaxer-found-out script) from bewilderment to belligerence, accusing his accusers of creating a "culture of fear" in the classical music world. The only one living in fear is the selfsame Barrington-Coupe, who faces not only ignominy but lawsuits. |
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UD Quoted... ... on America's most expensive university, in that university's student newspaper. |
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Stephen Dixon... ...a longtime Creative Writing professor at Johns Hopkins University, confirms much of what UD said in her Culte de Moi essay, which tries to hack back some of the Creative Writing kudzu that's strangling her students' education. Excerpts from a City Paper interview with him. 'Dixon has been a tenured professor in the Hopkins Writing Seminars for 26 years. That's a long time, and a lot of manuscripts. It's also been a period of great change in the educational marketplace. When Dixon first received the Stegner Fellowship in 1964, there were three schools that offered paid fellowships for graduate writers: the University of Iowa, Johns Hopkins, and Stanford University. Now there are more than 150 graduate programs and 350 undergraduate creative writing majors in the United States. ---james elias - for this link much thanks...--- |
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
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Penn State--State Pen Joke In Here Somewhere, But It's Four O'Clock in the Morning 'With two more sex offenders joining a slew of misbehaving colleagues at the University of Pennsylvania - including Wharton professor emeritus L. Scott Ward, who pleaded guilty yesterday to producing child pornography - the school is reexamining its hiring practices... |
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A Crimson Writer on James Sherley Excerpts. Sherley began his vigil against the oppressors [who] comprise the administration of MIT. The university that had refused to grant the poor man tenure would be forced to watch him die. |
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
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Greece Does It. "Greek universities cannot afford to be left behind," said the Prime Minister today, announcing the approval of "draft legislation designed to give state universities greater independence — bolstering plans to allow private universities for the first time." Beyond introducing privatization and tuition, the law, expected to be approved by parliament, will "cap the number of years for students to complete their degrees, and reduce transfers from provincial to urban universities. It [will] also relax asylum rules banning police from all campus grounds, a provision often exploited during violent public protests." Expect student reactionaries to do immense amounts of physical and institutional damage to the country's universities before this is over. |
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Athletics Purring Along Nicely at the University of Minnesota 'As of March 31, 2006, athletics had $39 million of debt. The interest on those loans alone cost the department nearly $5 million during 2005-2006. |
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The Man Who Mistook His Wife For Joyce Hatto The Telegraph gets the Barrington-Coupe coup. We're at Scene II: Amazement/Denial. "I was astounded. I had no idea it was coming." He disputed the accuracy of the expert analysis of the CDs saying "the evidence that they rely on isn't proven – it would have been possible to change the speed of the recordings until they matched". Jeff writes: "It isn't the case that you can just 'change the speed of the recordings until they matched' - the wave-form graphs don't match in such circumstances." |
Monday, February 19, 2007
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Hatto Limerick #5 Matt serves up a nice one, with a little editing by UD to make it scan better. In the old days the great music masters |
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Hatto Limerick #4 Jeff devotes more of his energy to this worthy pursuit. Though software unmasked Ms. Joyce Hatto, |
Hatto by the Hour"Today there is discussion on the newsgroups of the possibility that a woman named Joyce Hatto who died not in June 2006 but back in 2002 may be the pianist herself. The recordings issued by her husband began appearing in 2003. Someone in the group is traveling to the town in question today to check the official records. From the blog Scratchings. |
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Third Hatto Hoax Limerick; and, IMHO, So Far the Clear Champeen: The critics' acclaim for Joyce Hatto Rex Lawson |
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Whatever Happened to Baby Joyce? Things are getting weirder in the Joyce Hatto hoax. Here's a recent comment on a classical music thread: Ms Hatto's [this link should now work - earlier one was wrong - thanks, marcee] death in June last year is being called into question, as is the treatment she allegedly received in Addenbrooks hospital in Cambridge, UK and whether she even had cancer at all; after all, she was supposedly diagnosed with it in 1970 and survived until 2006, which is pretty extraordinary (though perhaps not entirely impossible). Questions are now being asked as to whether she may have died many years ago and also whether the same or similar fakery might have attached to the Sergio Fiorentino recordings on the same label. Hospital records are, of course, confidential, even after death (other than to the executors of the deceased and not even always to them), but death certification (including cause of death) is in the public domain so can - and no doubt shortly will - be checked by those interested in pursuing such things. Some people are also interested in checking the authenticity of the marriage (if any) between Hatto and William Barrington-Coupe, which would also be public domain material if it exists. The main question remains, as another commenter writes: "[W]hy would anyone do this? ...[S]omething pathological that ... I don't want to think about...." He voices everyone's wonderment. How did it happen? What could have been the motive? For what it's worth, here's a theory. Or just a story. Think Norma Desmond, Miss Havisham, Baby Jane, and the mother of Norman Bates. Think Frankenstein; think Awakenings. This is a living dead tale, a twisted reanimation project. In order for it to have worked, it needed an impressario -- in this case, Hatto's husband -- and a snobby world of music lovers, ever-alert for emerging phenomena of which only they and other cogniscienti would be aware. ("What? You haven't heard of Hatto...?"). The key player in this scenario, though, is Hatto's husband, so let us look more closely. My theory dismisses Hatto herself as a significant player in the hoax. She is very ill, very old, very tired. Mentally, she is weakened from decades of fighting her illness, and decades of isolation from the world. She is in no position to intervene in her husband's machinations. Even if she is aware of them, she doesn't understand them. Seeing her husband busy in the studio, she's probably pleased he's got something other than worrying about her to do. She and her husband live a removed, eccentric life, self-sufficient yet lurid, with her terrible slow-motion decline. Her husband spends his days wasting time in his little recording studio, absent-mindedly mixing this, stretching that... techno-fiddling, to no point... Under the pressures of isolation, illness, misery, and eccentricity, both husband and wife begin to go batty. Mentally, she's now back in her glory days, and he joins her there, with long conversations between the two of them that embellish her triumphs. "You were the greatest, darling... the absolute greatest... listen..." He delights her by playing her old recordings... though maybe one day for whatever reason he doesn't play one of hers, but someone else's... maybe just meaning to entertain her with another pianist's work... But she says "I remember that one!" And he plays along... "Yes, that one... I remember that one..." As a kind of present to her he begins creating cd's that mix some of her tracks with those of others. What's the harm in allowing her last months to be a somewhat fictive luxuriating in her brilliant truncated career? There's a satisfaction in it for both of them, this sonic affirmation of her genius. "What have you been doing? How are the two of you?" a friend, and a fan of Joyce's, asks her husband one day. "We're preparing cd's of her performances," he finds himself responding; and his friend says: "What? You mean new performances...?" And seeing the excitement on his friend's face, Hatto's husband senses what it would mean to the world if his wife rose from her sickbed...if she roused herself for a final sweep of the repertoire... As she fades into dreams in her bed, he is completely alone, in a world full of her sound. He sits in his studio, panicked at her imminent loss, compulsively playing her work, and it occurs to him that the only way to monumentalize her, the only way to keep her alive, as it were, is to create a great comprehensive offering of her work. His method is postmodern bricolage -- a little of this, a little of that -- with Joyce herself eventually dropping out altogether in his relentless search for the very very best rendering of each piece... Of course he recognizes that these artists are not his wife; yet her spirit infuses each piece. Without her championing of these sorts of pieces, without the example of her genius, none of this music could have been made... |
Sunday, February 18, 2007
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UD Quoted in the LA Times... ...on the sort of culture in which David Swensen is a working class hero. |
Saturday, February 17, 2007
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Hatto Hoax Limerick #2 UD initially tried writing a limerick whose first line ended with Hatto, but she discarded the final product because she ended up having to use too many Italian words. Jeff solved the Italian problem in this very nice effort: Some critics extolled unknown Hatto; (Note that both of our limericks, arrived at separately, end with excrement.) |
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Looks as though... ...UD will be quoted in tomorrow's Los Angeles Times about escalating tuition at American universities. I'll link to it when I see it. |
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Yale's Swensen. One of UD's heroes. |
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A Guardian Columnist... ...notes the high numbers of novelists taking university positions (the two most recent are Martin Amis and Salman Rushdie), and speculates a bit about why the university campus is such a popular setting for fiction: The attractions of the campus for the novelist are clear enough - the closed space, the clear power relations and the mismatch between the life of the mind and the life of the academic. In the article's comment thread, readers speculate too: The abundant supply of nubile young bodies and the underlying sense that [the writers'] best days are already behind them, perhaps? [The] university represents the flowering of exciting experiences, both intellectually and emotionally. It's not surprising that this would be a popular setting for novelists. What's the appeal? Maybe it's just that you can have an eccentric cast of characters (the academics) in a situation from which they can't easily escape (not unlike an old fashioned country house murder mystery), they have time on their hands for all sorts of mischief, there's an awful lot of political manoeuvring, and grudges are formed and held (plus nubile young students to stir things up a bit). |
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First Effort Mr. W. Barrington-Coupe Finds himself in some rather hot soup: His recent carouse On behalf of his spouse Is beginning to turn into poop. |
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Hatto Chat Initial denials among the faithful are at an end; the topic online has turned to motivation. Here's an excerpt from a poster with some knowledge of Hatto and her husband. (The husband's last name, by the way, is Barrington-Coupe. Watch for the name of the hoax to change from the Hatto Hoax to the Barrington-Coupe Hoax as its real - and probably sole - author is revealed): '[W]hy would anyone bother to perpetuate such a hoax? Concert Artists is such a tiny label with no distributor, as I understand it, outside of the UK. So, the alleged hoax couldn't possibly be for commercial reasons, right? In fact, ordering from them is next to impossible. Never once did a shipment arrive. No loss to me, of course, since their policy is to ship first and ask for payment only upon receipt. I have ordered, in the past, over 15 CDs -- none of which have ever arrived. I have had to use other UK distributors. |
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"The iPod Did Her In." UD's friend Jeff, a musicologist, identifies the technical source of pianist Joyce Hatto's downfall, though larger questions of motive remain, in a bigtime breaking hoax involving musical plagiarism. You know, if you know UD, that she loves hoaxes; yet this one seems to her too sad and unsettling to enjoy, centering as it does on a dead woman and a devoted husband, rather than on the wretched desperate schemers you usually find behind these tricks. A very promising concert pianist when younger, Hatto got sick with cancer decades ago and left the stage. Her husband recently released, on his small label, an astonishing series of recordings of Hatto playing, at the very end of her illness, a range of the most challenging compositions for the instrument. This achievement -- a woman in the last stages of cancer producing a significant body of brilliant recordings -- stunned the music world, which hailed her posthumously as not only courageous, but the best unknown pianist in history. "To love [Joyce] Hatto [piano] recordings was to be in the know, a true piano aficionado who didn’t need the hype of a major label’s marketing spend to recognise a good, a great, thing when they heard it," writes one observer. Yet even before iPods began identifying Hatto's swan song as the recordings of other pianists which had been slightly tampered with and then appropriated, there were problems with Hatto's husband's claims about the way his recording studio operated. As the Telegraph notes, "The idea was that she had cancer and didn't want to be seen so her husband built a studio for her, but nobody explained how they managed to squeeze an entire orchestra in there." In an online chat, a listener remarked: "It is hard to believe that one pianist unknown to us suddenly plays every composition in the repertoire better than any other pianist ever did." Despite its seeming lack of cynical and mercenary motives (it may turn out to be about these; it's just that at this early stage it seems to UD to be about something else, a kind of mad devotion on the part of the husband), the Hatto story does in one important respect look like your classic hoax. It has the too-good-to-be-true plot elements that seduce people who have an intense desire to believe certain things. This is the familiar kitsch aspect of hoax, the way it often features a feel-good storyline that one can't resist. In this instance, everyone wanted to believe in the scrappy heroine who struggles against her own mortality to make one last great aesthetic gesture. It's as if you were told that Jacqueline du Pre's multiple sclerosis went into remission for two weeks at the end of her life, allowing her to record a transcendent Elgar interpretation. Irresistable. But of course this is where audiences need to be skeptical. Any series of events that plays so perfectly into their desires is liable to be manufactured by someone who knows all too well the profundity of those desires. |
Thursday, February 15, 2007
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Sold to the Highest Bidder John Canzano, The Oregonian: Excerpts: UO Sells Out in Exchange for New Arena ---thanks, mike--- |
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Bouncy Bouncy UD's intrigued by American university professors who use their students as cash machines. Sometimes this is done straightforwardly, as in this case, and this one. Sometimes the professor comes at it from a slight angle. In the case of Liz Applegate, a professor at UC Davis ... well, let's see what the campus paper has to say about Professor Applegate, who, along with the textbook in question, has authored Bounce your Body Beautiful, and "How to Survive if You Have Excessive Gas." Feel like you've been scammed by a professor before? The students of Elizabeth Applegate's Nutrition 10 class, "Discoveries and Concepts in Nutrition," certainly feel that way. |
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Signs of Life at FIU Nicely written student editorial in the Florida International University newspaper, in which the following points are made: 1. Our team sucks so most of us don't care about it and don't go to its games. 2. We already have a stadium for the team to use. 3. The administration is about to raise our student fees to pay for a new stadium. 4. The stadium will feature things like overpriced luxury seats for stupid rich people. 5. It's degrading to be associated with any of this. Leave us alone. |
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"The Increasingly Lawless World of Greek State Universities" The Greek street protesters who are rioting against any reform of the most depraved university system in Europe turn from trashing secular campuses to trashing religious: '[Activists] have caused serious damage to the building of the Theology School of the Thessaloniki university after a week of occupying the premises as part of the student protest against the government. This time around though, [they] have desecrated holy icons -- they scratched off the eyes [of statues] and sprayed Nazi symbols all over them -- and left emetic graffiti against the Orthodox faith all over the walls. This was on top of destroying classrooms and administrative offices and stealing computer equipment [.... ] The government spokesman had no comment on [the] Theology School desecration, but Archbishop Christodoulos issued a strong[ly]-worded statement [see the statement in Greek].' |
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
YOU ARE THERE[My little slide show of daily life at the nation's most expensive university (scroll down) did little to satisfy the curiosity of UD readers, who continue to pester UD with "what's it like to be there" questions. I've therefore decided to introduce a new running feature, which I'll call -- after the old CBS show -- YOU ARE THERE.] The escalator that lifts me from my meticulous car on the Washington Metro to the top of the Foggy Bottom station in the morning is quick and quiet. Street level, I'm greeted by four men with live computer consoles floating above their heads. I don't know what they're selling, or how their computers are attached to them, but the men are fun to look at. Above the consoles floats a mild and cloudless morning. The sky is broken by the khaki and silver of the President's helicopter approaching the White House helipad. Latte at the hospital Starbucks? It's ten paces to my left, through the quiet doors of the lobby, where a security guard will nod at my GW card. I can sit at a big table, stretch out my books and papers, and listen to interns at the next table discuss Senator Johnson's prognosis. I can glance outside at the men with computers on their heads. Latte at the library Starbucks? Its interior is amazing. From 18th Street's mild air, I enter an aromatic den in which students, their fingers clicking out a background to Ella Fitzgerald, stare at laptops. Alpaca coats and pashmina scarves cover armchairs. Everyone's wearing boots, jeans, and turtlenecks. Little smoky vignettes arise as people here and there sip from their cups and replace them on grainy tables. In Academic Center, my office is all windows. Last semester the Defense Department's white security blimp hovered outside for hours. When Presidents visit, we stay away from our windows while, on nearby rooftops, soldiers with machine guns watch us. Pompous motorcades, all fluttering flags and throttled engines, also make good viewing. My before-lunch class, two floors down from my office in a high-tech classroom with floor-to-ceiling windows, is composed of thirty-five young people who have thoughtful things to say about James Baldwin's short story, "Sonny's Blues." The heroin haze of its setting is as far from most of their lives as it is from mine, but Baldwin's theme is existential, and we're more or less getting it. Lunch is a chance to relaunch an old friendship at a restaurant behind the State Department. My friend and I have a couple of years of catching up to do, and as we talk about our lives, we overhear foreign service officers discussing their next assignment in Croatia, daily life in Baghdad's Green Zone, and rumors of high-level resignations. The restaurant is brightly lit, and full of flowers. My after-lunch class, down the hallway from my office, is a discussion of James Joyce's early struggles as a writer. I can see that a number of my students, themselves ambitious to write, are fascinated by Joyce's insane determination. Two of them come up to me after class and want to know more. It's late afternoon, and I'm back in my office, packing up for the day -- which means cradling Joyce's Ulysses and the Norton Anthology of Short Stories against my chest (no briefcases for me), along with a lined notebook, and heading back to the Metro. The men with the computers coming out of their heads are gone; the man who sells tulips and roses is there now. Everyone's holding a Starbucks cup which puffs a little smoke into the air. It's crowded as I descend the escalator, but still quiet, and the Metro car is quiet too, with a few pulsing cellphones. I open Ulysses to Molly Bloom's soliloquy. The woman next to me reads along. |
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
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Scathing Online Schoolmarm Here's a charming article about grad school in the humanities, in the Yale Daily News, by a graduate student there. Excerpts follow, with occasional style suggestions by SOS in parenthesis. It was around this time last year when I got the “Magic Words” [drop quotation marks] from Yale telling me that I had been admitted. I was studying with my best friend at Amer’s café in Ann Arbor when I saw a “203" [drop quotation marks] number call my cell phone. I then peed on myself — just a little. [Drop 'just a little.'] I don’t know if you know this or not, but most schools (in the humanities) call if you’ve been admitted — not to add to your anxiety or anything. [Put "not to add" phrase in the middle of the sentence. Remember: You want to end sentences with your strongest stuff, which in this case is "call if you've been admitted."] And you’ll think I’m a total dork when I tell you that I actually [drop "you'll think I'm a total dork when I tell you that I actually"] memorized the area codes for the 11 schools I applied to: When Yale called, I knew before I even picked up the phone [drop "the phone."] . And the congratulations conversation went a little something like this: [Drop "And." Drop "a little something." Getting the idea? Less is more. Trust me.] |



