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Saturday, June 30, 2007
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Gallaudet University Now on Probation. Background to this sad story here. 'Gallaudet University has been placed on probation by its accrediting agency. |
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{NOTE: This SOS post has already appeared at UD's branch campus, Inside Higher Education. She reproduces it here in order to add it to her SOS-labeled posts, now all gathered in one place. Just click on SOS at the bottom of this post to get to UD's Scathing Online Schoolmarm collection.} Scathing Online Schoolmarm A vain man struggles with the threat to his self-importance that student evaluations represent. His writing, in the New York Times Magazine, is a good example of something UD's written about on her main campus, in relation to another New York Times writer, Jane Brody: If you're not a very good writer, your writing may reveal unpleasant elements of your character. These elements, which you of course do not wish to reveal, but which your inability to control your writing will out, may fatally distract your reader from the content of your argument. The writer, David Holmberg, a man of the left, has strong political views. A piece he wrote for The Nation elicited a furious letter from someone he interviewed about the Emmett Till case: Holmberg provided misinformation to your readers by not accurately quoting me and, in several instances, by misquoting me regarding my supposed subjects--from conversations that were strictly off the record. One individual erroneously mentioned by name in the troubling piece later contacted me by phone. "This article has ruined my family!" he said. I never identified any individual when speaking to Holmberg, neither confirming nor denying his speculative assumptions. I certainly did not quote any source by name at any time. Holmberg's actions have cast The Nation in a dreadful light. Holmberg's response makes pretty clear that he considers what he pompously calls his responsibility to "history itself" to be a higher moral imperative than niceties like source protection: ... I'm sympathetic with his concerns, but I don't consider it journalistically responsible to indefinitely withhold possibly important information about a historically significant case. And as a practical matter, it's not possible in a competitive journalistic environment.... As for compromising or jeopardizing his sources, that's a risk journalists take every day when they decide to publish a story. It can't be used as a permanent excuse for sitting on information that's vital to the public, and in this case to the possible administration of justice and to history itself. Here's the New York Times piece: We know, aphoristically, about sticks and stones breaking our bones and words being comparatively harmless. But those of us who work with words professionally may be especially susceptible to etymological wounds. [Already a bit strange. Etymology refers to the study of the history of words. UD's been wounded by words, sure, but never by the study of the history of words.] I have been a working journalist and a part-time professor, both of which harbor a verbal vulnerability factor — or should I call it a linguistic punishment index? My heart goes out to the department chair. Here's a paranoid furious man doing personal searches on students who've offended him, practically tearing up evaluation sheets, getting pretty wretched course evaluations again and again... What the hell can she say? She's gotta think fast. Why do his students dislike him? The reasons are as obvious to her as they are to us, but... uh... no, it's suburban bias against the big city! Plus they're clones of their right-wing parents! Calm down, man! Labels: SOS |
Friday, June 29, 2007
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Fax, Fiction As ever, eventually an anonymous tip comes along. This time, it came via fax: 'The longtime director of the Detroit Zoo could lose his $175,000-a-year job after acknowledging that he never received a doctorate in zoology, officials say. ---grand haven tribune--- |
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Snapshots from Home Further Bloodletting I'm not sure how descriptions of my regular donations at the National Institutes of Health's blood bank became a series on University Diaries, but okay. And I mean regular. I looked at my printout while I was waiting to give. I'm what they call a "galloner." It all starts with a phone call from a woman named Sparkle (her real name). She reminds UD that her O positive, CMV negative blood is all the rage, so would UD please come over and give them some. Today, as it happens, UD is having lunch with her friend Karyna in 'thesda, and Karyna's happy to drop her at the big barred security gates of NIH after their meal at Cafe Deluxe. UD has a salade nicoise .Naively, UD begins walking toward the NIH campus at the entrance where Karyna drops her off. An anxious security guard immediately accosts her, and directs her to wait for a perimeter shuttle down the block. This shows up in seconds. There's no one on it but UD and the driver, and they have a wide-ranging chat about his love of gambling in Atlantic City; his tall dark and handsome son who's having trouble fighting off women; his inability to give blood because of his diabetes; UD's love of the sun and how if she had it to do all over again she'd be an undergrad at the University of Hawaii; UD's preference for places like Rehoboth over Atlantic City; and how it doesn't matter if you can't give blood, because there are lots of other good things you can do. She's in the Clinical Center now, a gargantuan building in which UD must walk down corridor after corridor to get to the blood bank. They're having computer trouble today. UD is asked to sit tight in the little examination cubicle where they check her iron content and pulse and blood pressure to make sure she's able to give. Idly, UD wanders to the computer in the corner of the room and does some GMAIL chatting with a friend of hers who works at US News. "Hope you don't mind my commandeering your computer," UD says to the nurse who eventually arrives. "Actually, I do. That's government property." UD stops what's she doing immediately, of course. But UD, daughter of a long-serving NIH scientist, is so not impressed by this. Her father, and everyone else, was always bringing home government property... Of course, it was mainly those ugly black pens... ![]() No computers in those days... UD aces her pre-donation tests and walks into an adjacent room to lie down and have the stuff out. As always, before she lies down, UD grabs the stupidest-looking magazine she can find. With her right arm (the veins are better in her left), she holds this aloft and reads it intently -- all in order not to look at the nurse sticking a needle in her arm, and then not to look at her blood in the tube. She finds that things go more smoothly - in this as in so many aspects of her life - when she's in denial. At some point another nurse, with a notepad, comes over to interview UD as part of an experiment about iron content in which UD's been entered as a "control." (That is, UD's part of the group that has no trouble with iron content.) Then it's just a matter of squeezing the little ball they give you to get the blood out faster... doesn't take long at all... And now the nurse is wrapping a bright pink bandage with happy faces on it (would it be rude or snobby to ask for another...? oh, forget it...) around her left arm, and UD's free to go. |
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Bishop Pricked Back in February, UD anticipated that, given general corruption levels in the state of Alabama, specific corruption levels at Bishop State could go on indefinitely. She quoted a local editorial about it: '... [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. The real beauty here was Kennedy's simultaneous appointment as president and state legislator... UD figured this amazing synergy would give her and her buds a free hand as long as she liked... Yet even Alabama has pillage limits, apparently. UD's friend Scott Jaschik, at Inside Higher Ed, reports: Yvonne Kennedy on Wednesday announced plans to resign as president of Bishop State Community College, The Mobile Press-Register reported. The State Board of Education has been facing calls to oust Kennedy as leader of the scandal-plagued Alabama institution. Twenty-seven people, many of them former employees, [face] charges of theft of financial aid and sports funds from the college; state and federal officials are questioning the college’s management of various grants; and the college has been placed on probation by its accreditor, the Southern Association of Colleges and Schools. On Thursday, the state board ordered Kennedy to fire David Thomas, head of the college’s Division of Adult Education and Economic Development, because of his recent impeachment from the Mobile school board over accusations that he used school money to but $9,000 worth of Mardi Gras parade items, and because he pleaded guilty to charges of leaving the scene of an accident after a 2005 incident in which he ran over a 8-year-old girl’s foot. |
Thursday, June 28, 2007
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This is Nicely Written... ...but there's a curious tension in it that has to do with money. 'The Indianapolis Star is reporting that NCAA President Myles Brand was paid $895,000 in salary, benefits and expenses last year. What for? [Okay. So begins by asking a basic and important question: Does Brand deserve the enormously high salary he gets?] ---fanhouse, aol sports--- |
A Woman's Calming Touch... ...is so what's needed in this anxious masculine analysis, by William Deresiewicz in The American Scholar, and Scott McLemee in Inside Higher Ed, of eros in university life. Both men worry at length about the pathetic emasculated male humanities professor, as he's portrayed in popular culture, and as he may well be in real life -- a "pompous, lecherous, alcoholic failure," as Deresiewicz writes, a man who's all about "moral failure and the frustrations of petty ambition."Deresiewicz cites an absolute ton of films and books over many years consistently portraying professors like this -- humanities professors, that is: 'It seems that in the popular imagination, “professor” means “humanities professor.” Of course, there are plenty of science professors in movies and books, but they are understood as scientists, not professors. Social scientists are quoted liberally in the press, but generally under the rubric of “scholar” or “expert.” Stereotypes arise from the partitioning of complex realities — academics play multiple roles — into mutually isolated simplifications. Say the word professor, and the popular mind, now as in the old days, conjures up the image of a quotation-spouting bookworm. And it is that figure who has become an object lesson in the vanity of ambition. Here are a couple of typical observations along these lines. The first is a charming bit of self-awareness from a professor commenting on McLemee's piece in IHE: "I’ve learned to accept that my students tend to see me as some sort of quaint loser, somewhat along the lines of a Disney dwarf. If that’s the price I have to pay for not racing with the rats, no problem — well worth it. I suppose I’m protected from the Viagra thing [McLemee calls these desperate, not-very-impressive lechers "Casaubons on Viagra"] by being fat and jolly." The second is from Gillian Rose's autobiography, Love's Work, in which she describes herself at a faculty meeting one day: "I found myself in a routinely tedious faculty meeting... On this particular occasion, I was aware of an intense aura emanating from someone whom I had never seen before, an intense, sexual aura, aimed precisley and accurately at my vacant being. 'A man,' I wondered, 'could there be a man in this meeting?'" (Of course the room was full of men, all castrati as far as Rose was concerned; she's describing the appearance of a new faculty member, actually recognizable as a real man.) How much of a problem, though, is this, really? We're talking only about male humanities professors who haven't gotten with the program. What program, UD? The program that, later in his essay, Deresiewicz describes in this way: "A single-minded focus on research plus a talent for bureaucratic maneuvering." This is how most academics in all departments, at least at competitive schools, live, as Phillip Rieff long ago explained to one of his graduate students: "[Y]ou had better understand that the profession that you are going into [should be] all about teaching [the student recalls Rieff telling him]. I know many professors who went into this business because they loved writing books and articles and developing a little coterie of admirers. ...Most academics are too narcissistic to be the parental figures that they need to be. They will slam their door on a student just so they can write their next forgettable article or book... These self-involved characters will also turn their wives into secretaries and sacrifice their children to feckless books." Now it's true that in this cohort, as Rieff goes on to say, there will be a few -- a few male humanities professors -- who will get "into their 50s and ... feel the limits of their talents." This sad lot will fall "into very serious despair, because it [is] clear that they [are] never going to become the Kierkegaard that they imagined they were, and they [dread] teaching." But let me be a bit more generous than Deresiewicz or Rieff here and suggest that another reason for lecherous alcoholic despair among certain male humanities professors can be found right inside that Kierkegaard. If, every single semester of your life, you had to descend into fear and loathing and sickness unto death, or had to reread every stanza of Tennyson's In Memoriam, or had to recite "Margaret, are you grieving/ Over Goldengrove unleaving," wouldn't you get a bit down? Serious thought undermines. As one of Saul Bellow's characters says, "Maybe an unexamined life is not worth living. But a man's examined life can make him wish he was dead." A final reason for the glum horny thing we've got going here is what UD'd call a lack of scope for rascality. It's hard to feel you're a real man unless you can occasionally misbehave in gratifying ways, but the only departments where this can be done (aside, obviously, from athletics) are business, economics, engineering, and those hard sciences that attract a lot of funding. This is where Deresiewicz's thing about a talent for bureaucratic maneuvering comes in. You want to feel you're a player in capitalist sport, but there's just no way to play in English departments. No one cares how badly you abuse the little gifts -- the Guggenheim, the weeny grant for two weeks in a room near an Italian lake -- that the humanities offer. If, as Rieff suggests, the humanities professor is not supplementing his goodie bag with a love of teaching, he's on his way down. |
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
The Recent Rash'A Samford University football player has taken the recent rash of off-field arrests to new heights - by robbing a bank. It's the total shock that gets UD. How totally shocked do you think the head coach really was? Even if he was first-year? It's like this poor guy Akey at the University of Idaho. (UD thanks Dave, a reader, for sending her the following, from The Idaho Statesman.) 'Next month, Idaho football coach Robb Akey will head to Wallowa Lake in Joseph, Ore., for an annual fly-fishing getaway with friends. |
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Blogoscopy / SOS A lot of guys find blogs threatening. I don't know why. We've seen Robert Samuelson growl at them. We've seen Michael Kinsley whine about them. Now there's Paul F. Campos. I once asked a friend of mine, a novelist, why so many writers have drinking problems. "A better question is why so many drinkers have writing problems," he replied. [This is amusing, but what's the connection between the sally and the point coming up about there being a lot of law bloggers?] Labels: SOS |
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More on French Universities... ...from an American currently teaching in one. (For UD's own impressions of a semester teaching at the University of Toulouse, go here.) My students are surprised that school curricula and funding varies according to state, whereas I still have difficulty getting my head around centralized National Education; my students are intrigued by the idea of "autonomous" American universities and I openly advocate for universities in France to be liberated from the grip of the State; my students are impressed that American students can take time off from university and come back when they want; my students are shocked at the cost of higher education in America and yet at their French university they cannot find a computer, much less a printer, on which to type up or print out their final papers. There is little to no infrastructure in place for the students-- no student newspaper, no career services, a minimally-equipped library open very few hours of the day and not at all on the weekend, a student cafeteria open only for lunch, and they still refuse to pay any more than 400 euros a year. "Studying is a right, not a privilege," is the slogan they repeat, and this slogan prevents French universities from instituting a selection process or charging tuition. ---huffington post--- |
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
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From the Santa Clara University Media Relations Office 'School’s out, summer is here, and it’s time for the Ethics and Leadership Camp for Public Officials at Santa Clara University. |
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I Guess Length Does Count. Headline, today's Chronicle of Higher Education: 'Private-Colleges Group Proposes Template to Foster Comparisons of Members' |
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UD's Proud to Say... ...that The American Scene, "an ongoing review of politics and culture," now links to University Diaries. |
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Cries and Whispers This morning, SOS shifts her ancient glittering eyes to higher level problems in prose, problems that can convey a kind of whispery weakness to an essay. She considers an okay piece in Inside Higher Education that would be much better if the writer stopped overusing to be verbs. First, here's the deal on to be verbs, from the South Dakota State Writing Center's webpage: To be verbs are all the various forms of that verb: am, is, are, was, were, has or have been, had been, will have been, being, and to be. They are used to link a subject with a noun or adjective complement, to precede the ing-form of an action verb to form continuous tenses, and to precede the past participle of a transitive verb to form the passive. All of the following examples are correct, but many of them are boring. Changing them to the actor-action sentence pattern normally makes the sentences more interesting and concise. Let us see how to be or not to be plays out at greater length. This month I finished my first full year of teaching as a tenure-track professor. I’ve learned a lot this year [redundancy of "year...year" not a great idea], much of it an odd amalgam [odd amalgam's nice] of the practical and philosophical: I’ve reflected on the nature of education. I’ve pondered the ultimate existential importance [drop ultimate -- already the reader's getting a general sense of wordiness] of education for the development of the individual. I’ve also mastered the overhead projector in my classroom and learned how to make two-sided hand outs on the office photcopier. [This is supposed to be funny, the absurd disproportion between grandly existential values and the trivial business of two-sided handouts. It could be funny. But it's not, because the writer's prose isn't sharp and lean enough to let the humor out. Again, it's the wordiness problem.] But the one thing that I learned this year that I did not expect to learn was the value — and inevitability — of intimacy. One of the commenters on this piece at IHE writes "Get an editor. Brevity is the soul of...oh, never mind." This person is noticing... er, notices, what UD has noticed: Although in fact a short essay, it reads long because of its writing style. Labels: SOS |
Sunday, June 24, 2007
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SOS: Page A1, Sunday New York Times This morning, Scathing Online Schoolmarm considers a very well-written, high-profile news article on the front page of the Sunday New York Times -- arguably the most prominent, most-read, front-page in the world. UD has already noted on this blog occasional lapses of news-sense on the part of her beloved newspaper, moments when this impressively international publication loses the bigger picture and betrays a certain parochialism. Here's an example. HEADLINE: A Fairway View, But the Window is Often Broken Intriguing. What's it mean? What's it about? Golf, I guess. A good headline -- makes you want to read on. Let's do that. When she moved into her retirement condominium on a golf course, Eleanor Weiner admired the lush, pristine views of the fairways and greens, a landscape she never had to mow or maintain. Not long after, as she prepared dinner, a golf ball shattered the kitchen window, whistled past her head and crashed through the glass on her oven door. Ms. Weiner retrieved the ball from her oven and stalked outside to confront the golfer who had launched the missile. Starts with narrative. A very good idea. But the writer clearly means this story to generate sympathy for poor Ms. Weiner, shattered by the evil golf ball. And we're going to have trouble sympathizing, aren't we? “He told me that’s what I get for living on a golf course,” said Ms. Weiner, who has lived for a dozen years alongside Rancho Las Palmas Country Club near Palm Springs, Calif. “That was the first time I heard that, but it surely hasn’t been the last.” Damn straight. Live on a golf course, get golf balls. UD's with all the guys telling her off. So the story's already a bit broken. Also, UD's beginning to wonder why the editorial staff of the New York Times thinks golf balls in your windows is a subject, let alone a Sunday A1 subject. Has Ms. Weiner has been hit in the head by so many golf balls that she's become a demented invalid? If UD doesn't read something like this in the next few paragraphs, she's going to wonder even more why an international newspaper has put a non-story on its front page. The intersection of errant golf shots and private property is not a new phenomenon. But with new gear that enables average golfers to hit a ball 250 yards, and with golf communities sprouting nationwide — 70 percent of new courses include housing — it is becoming an increasingly prominent problem. Most homes built near this country’s 16,000 golf courses may not be in the cross hairs of slicing duffers, but thousands are. Already the note of desperation. The writer knows how microscopically trivial his assignment -- the dueling interests of the rich, the battle royale between lush-living retirees and state of the art golf gear owners -- is, so he struggles to beef it up with words like "prominent" and "cross hairs." Plus look at that statistic! Thousands of people just like Ms. Weiner all over this country are being shattered by golf balls... And listen to this! Before buying a five-bedroom house in Maricopa, Ariz., Jenny Robertson scrutinized it, with her mother’s help, according to feng shui principles to assess its harmony with its surroundings. Mrs. Robertson, who is not a golfer, barely looked at the tee box 150 yards from her backyard. Abu Gharib nothing! Look what people right here in this country are going through! And this woman did everything right -- she feng shuied for Chrissake! And the havoc! Dented cars! But there's a solution. There's a happy ending. Which also makes UD wonder why the Times ran this piece. Ms. Weiner ... turned to Screenmobile, a company that specializes in heavy-duty screens for doors and windows. Screenmobile said it received more than 400 calls from homeowners last year. Four hundred calls just last year. Labels: SOS |
Saturday, June 23, 2007
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Medildo Meltdown You already know, if you've been paying attention, that UD attended the Medill School of Journalism at Northwestern University for one year (Medill students called themselves Medildoes when UD was there) before transferring to NU's English department. She was not happy at Medill. Now it turns out that "a series of internal and external audits in recent years [has] judged Medill -- which enjoys seeing itself as a journalism school without equal -- as an academic basket case." The Chicago Reader story that reports this doesn't say exactly how Medill's a basket case, but I'd guess this means it's losing students to other J-schools, isn't getting good jobs for its graduates, has an incoherent curriculum, has high levels of student discontent, etc. Because of the crisis, NU's president has appointed a new head of the school who's all about technology, online venues, and consumers rather than writing style, newspapers, and readers. Inside Higher Ed reported on the shift last year: Further integrating media management into the journalism education is now essential for a well-rounded education [said the new head of the school]. In a statement, [he] referred to much of the media’s inability to keep up with technology and consumer preferences. [There's a] growing need for media outlets to increase their marketing savvy... [The school also needs] to help students understand trends in how people consume media. [Another person involved in the change said that these changes will] certainly make marketing a larger part of the average journalism student’s experience. [He said that] marketing knowledge doesn’t necessarily “infect” journalistic content, but that if journalists want readers, they need to know how to produce good work, but also “how the audience wants to get it, and who they are.” The bottom line, as a commenter on the IHE thread put it, is that "traditional print news publishers haven’t figured how to make money at new methods of electronic publishing." In an NU alumni magazine article, Medill's new leader says that The use of technology is another area that will be beefed up.... UD's ambivalent about these changes. She needs to know more about them. She certainly remembers a very unimpressive Medill School of Journalism, but she suspects that all schools of journalism are unimpressive because they're schools of journalism. Anyway, Northwestern's faculty has decided it's royally pissed: The faculty senate at Northwestern University has formally accused NU’s administration of abolishing democracy at the Medill School of Journalism. A resolution passed unanimously June 6 by the General Faculty Committee says it found NU’s “suspension of faculty governance at [Medill] to be unacceptable and in violation of the University’s Statutes.” The resolution predicts “curricular changes that are ill considered . . . the demoralization and enmity of the faculty . . . damage to the national reputation of the School . . . the loss of and the inability to hire faculty who believe that the faculty’s role in governance is important for students, faculty and the public.” Again, UD would have to know a great deal more to say whether the faculty's right to be outraged. You don't want to mess with faculty governance unless you've got very good reasons for doing so. Some good reasons for doing so would be a school within your university that's mired in the past, that can't govern itself or evolve intellectually, whose faculty is so internally riven that it can't make appointments, etc. Assuming some of this was going on at Medill, the university might have been justified in moving unilaterally. |
Friday, June 22, 2007
I GOTTA CROW!The Arizona Board of Regents on Thursday gave a 25 percent raise in pay and benefits to Arizona State University President Michael Crow. ---the arizona republic--- |
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A Slap on the Wrist Florida A&M University, a national disgrace that UD has argued should be shut down, rehabilitated, and reopened, has now been placed on probation, reports the Chronicle of Higher Ed: ... The decision on Thursday by the Southern Association of Colleges and Schools is the latest blow for Florida A&M, which has been reeling from financial turmoil, turnover, and infighting. Note that they can't even pull themselves together to say something like we regret but understand this action; we pledge to whatever... They had to have known probation was likely to occur. This university has so far misappropriated around forty million dollars of state funds. It's a huge scandal, against which six months of probation looks puny. Criminal proceedings will come, of course. What should also come is an acknowledgment that a university this foul no longer serves its students. Operations there should cease. |
Thursday, June 21, 2007
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More Students = MORE MONEY!! 'Paul Ciesielski, [University of Florida] associate professor of geology, developed a book with Faulkner Press that he uses in a large lecture class on dinosaurs that draws about 3,000 students each year. Yessiree, more students in a classroom benefits everyone; classes with three thousand students are going to be much better for students than classes with forty; and when the professor gets royalties on each book sold to them, well, it's win-win! Even this fantastic outcome can be improved upon, however. A professor can own his or her own publishing company! 'Seigfred Fagerberg, a professor in UF's College of Health and Human Performance, has formed his own company to market his materials. |
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Old English in New York... ...is the wonderful name of a blog kept by a grad student/medievalist in the big city. Here are some of her Bloomsday thoughts: Ah Yes, Now I Remember |
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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Whoring After Money As Florida Atlantic University demonstrates, there's always the temptation for universities to prostitute themselves for cash. A couple of articles appeared today on the subject. The Gazette, a Canadian newspaper, notes that The worst kind of controversy that could affect our universities is the suggestion our degrees are for sale, that foreign students can simply fork over enough money and get a piece of paper attesting to proficiency. The Chronicle of Higher Ed discusses rising anxiety among serious university people about the proliferation of Ph.D.'s lite: [S]ince there are no standards defining the professional doctorate [that is, a doctorate that tends to be about brushing up job skills for people already employed full-time], they say, there is a tendency to use the term "doctorate" very loosely. While a Ph.D. takes on average about 12 years to complete from the start of college, the new degrees, sometimes mocked as a "Ph.D. lite," typically take six or seven years. (The occupational-therapy degree is often completed in five and a half years, though new standards will require six years as of January.) Generally the new degrees do not require a major research project. |
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UD's Only Quibble... ...with this study (which she discovered via Andrew Sullivan) is that it leaves out the reason for the yelling. A woman assumes the seat will be down. When she sits on it and it's up, she experiences an unpleasant shock, and must save herself from falling somewhat into the toilet. |
BYU Athlete Bats Cleanup'A star runner at Brigham Young University was arrested after getting out of his car and striking a pedestrian with a mop, police said. ---espn--- |
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
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Your Medical Education on Drugs All cultures, I guess (let me put on my anthropologist's cap here) have what might be called sacred corrupt spaces. I pay a lot of attention to one such space on this blog: Mega-corporate university sports programs. We all know how foul they are; but most Americans worship them, and wouldn't think of laying a finger on the Elmer Gantrys who run them. Our cheatin' hearts love their cheatin' hearts... A recent opinion piece in the New York Times discusses another well-established sacred American corrupt space: Continuing medical education. The writer points out that legitimate medical schools have abdicated their responsibility to teach doctors, having handed this task over to drug companies, with predictable results: ...The chore of teaching doctors how to practice medicine has been handed to the pharmaceutical industry. As a result, dangerous side effects are rarely on the curriculum. ... Most states require that doctors obtain a minimum number of credit hours of continuing medical education each year to maintain their medical licenses. Not so long ago, most of these courses were produced and paid for by universities and medical associations. ... [But] drug-industry financing of continuing medical education has nearly quadrupled since 1998, from $302 million to $1.12 billion. Half of all continuing medical education courses in the United States are now paid for by drug companies, up from a third a decade ago. Because pharmaceutical companies now set much of the agenda for what doctors learn about drugs, crucial information about potential drug dangers is played down, to the detriment of patient care.... Education that doubles as advertising for drug companies occurs in all branches of medicine. How did this happen? Drug companies should never have been allowed to become the primary educator for America’s doctors. The Accreditation Council for Continuing Medical Education, a nonprofit organization composed of the major medical associations, establishes the rules that govern continuing medical education. According to the guidelines, companies are forbidden from directly paying doctors who teach continuing medical education courses. Something in our culture worships the rascals who engineered this scam, worships the money they dispense in order to corrupt people and institutions. We have more difficulty focusing on the unpleasant outcome of this set-up: The promotion of drugs that may be dangerous, and the neglect of drugs that may be life-saving. As with bigtime university sports, we have a curious reverence for people whose team wins at any cost. |
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Aye, 'tis a sad day indeed... ...when even salespeople poop 'pon PowerPoint: If you present for a living – whether you're a CEO selling your ideas to the board, a department manager trying to get funding from corporate for a capital project or a salesperson trying to win new business – your job is tougher than ever. You face relentless competition. People are bombarded with messages from the media, the Internet and other sources. It's getting harder and harder to break through the clutter, yet that's what you must do in order to persuade your audience. And ironically, in a time when you most need to hit your prospects with a powerful pitch, you're likely to fall back on an ineffective crutch: PowerPoint. |






