In The Mark, a Canadian online forum, yet another professor — this one at the University of Ottawa — states the obvious.
After almost 10 years of teaching undergraduates, I’m through with the internet, at least in my classrooms. No more will I allow students to use laptops or other electronic devices in my classes. In the new attention economy of an always-on, everywhere-available wireless internet, I admit defeat. I cannot compete against the seductive spectacles offered by 1.7 billion internet users. I’m pulling the plug on the wireless classroom.
… [Students are] utterly addicted to the net, largely incapable of exercising discipline over their media use, and extremely uncomfortable at the thought of being offline for a 90-minute lecture.
A simple thought experiment should have made it clear to university IT departments that installing wireless internet in all classrooms without so much as an off switch was inviting trouble. Imagine giving all students a portable television to bring with them to class. Now connect a telephone and a typewriter to the TV. Throw in every available cable channel in the known universe. Add a database of most modern music and movies. Include direct lines to all of their friends, all of their classmates, and 1.7 billion strangers.
… Professors cannot police the laptop use of 60, 80, 200 students or more (nor should they be expected to). Education is not a problem to which technology is the solution…
A crime story out of Canada reminds us (UD likes periodically to remind us) that fake or diploma mill degree holders are often comprehensive, career criminals. Scratch a fake degree, find a world of fraud.
From the Murray State University newspaper:
… Murray State intercollegiate athletics expenses rose by $421,967 from 2008 to 2009 resulting in the highest amount in University history to $4.9 million.
On behalf of the [university Senate Finance] committee, which consists of six faculty members, [Winfield] Rose recommended to the Board of Regents “… we find the size of this subsidy and its growth inappropriate. … We further encourage the President and the Board of Regents to freeze the athletic subsidy at its present level immediately and to eliminate it totally over the next decade.”
… “We are under no illusion that what we have to say will be taken seriously by the Board or by the administration,” Rose said.
… The members of Faculty Senate who voted in favor of the Finance Committee’s recommendation believe there should be a cap on athletic spending.
“How far does it go in these tight financial times?” Rose said. “Does intercollegiate athletics have a virtual blank check on the University’s bank account?”…
Yes. It’s Kentucky, after all.
… is that of Greece. The system there isn’t merely corrupt; it’s quite violent. It has long been an object of contempt on this blog. [The link is to a search on UD of the word “Greece.” It will take you to some relevant and some irrelevant posts. Scroll through.]
As the EU and IMF prepare to bail out the country, an article in the Wall Street Journal explains why it’s money down the drain. The country is profoundly corrupt, and more money will no doubt make it more corrupt.
An update on a recent enormous, long-running theft of funds by the leadership of Panteion University:
The thieving rector, Emilios Metaxopoulous, is already out of prison, a few months into his 25-year sentence. No doubt a fine Greek surgeon (“A U.K. court on Wednesday jailed a former executive of medical-goods supplier DePuy International Ltd., a unit of Johnson & Johnson, for channeling £4.5 million ($7 million) in bribes to Greek surgeons…. [Greek surgeons’] demands for bribes have put operations out of reach for some Greeks. Stents for heart operations, for example, cost up to five times as much in Greece as in Germany…”) was found to attest to his deathly illness.
The vice-rector, serving a 16-year sentence, preceded the rector out of prison, for he also has a deathly illness. The vice-rector seems to have been in jail for twenty minutes or so.
From the Slovenian Press Agency:
Secretary General of the government Milan M. Cvikl is facing allegations from a law expert that he copied an entire section of his book on reforms of EU legislation …
The head of the European law department at the Faculty of Law in Ljubljana, Matej Accetto, said in an article published on the web that the core section of the book “Reformed Law of the European Union” is in many ways a Slovenian translation of the Wikipedia entry on the subject.
“Sentence after sentence of Cvikl’s book follows from the Wikipedia entry. Including the last sentence…which is meant as an example of what has been said,” said Acceto.
He believes that “reasonable doubt has been dispelled” that Cvikl used plagiarism in his book and added that the book should never have been published.
In response Cvikl, who is Slovenia’s candidate for a member of the European Court of Auditors, denied Acceto’s allegations…
… the North Dakota State University football team.
I mean. It paid off for awhile.
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From the Grand Forks Herald.
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A poem about the spring, by Robert Louis Stevenson.
Flower God, God of the Spring
Flower god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful,
Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles,
Here I wander in April
Cold, grey-headed; and still to my
Heart, Spring comes with a bound, Spring the deliverer,
Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant;
Spring, flower-planter in meadows,
Child-conductor in willowy
Fields deep dotted with bloom, daisies and crocuses:
Here that child from his heart drinks of eternity:
O child, happy are children!
She still smiles on their innocence,
She, dear mother in God, fostering violets,
Fills earth full of her scents, voices and violins:
Thus one cunning in music
Wakes old chords in the memory:
Thus fair earth in the Spring leads her performances.
One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal
Green – one more, and my bosom
Feels new life with an ecstasy.
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Flower god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful,
Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles,
I thought at first this was vesicles, and was all ready to find a reason why a “small membrane-enclosed sac that can store or transport substances” made perfect sense in a poem praising the spring… But no – a versicle is a sort of prayer-leader. It’s the first line, usually uttered by a priest, of a call-and-response bit of prayer.
Priest: O Lord, open thou our lips:
People: And our mouth shall shew forth thy praise.
Priest: O God, make speed to save us:
People: O Lord, make haste to help us.
Priest: Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost.
People: As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
Priest: Praise ye the Lord.
People: The Lord’s name be praised.
Like that. The whole idea of the poem is that spring initiates life, and calls us back into life, after the winter. It’s a heavenly versicle that draws from us a very intense response. The flower god reveals itself now in the blue sky shielding us from winter.
Here I wander in April
Cold, grey-headed; and still to my
Heart, Spring comes with a bound, Spring the deliverer,
When I get to Heart, vesicle becomes versicle becomes ventricle … and as I wander in my head, I find icicle and canticle are there too — icicle because the poet has repeated “cold,” and canticle because once I know what versicle means, I’m thinking of song… But anyway, the poet, who walks in a spring wood, feels himself to be unspringlike — old, sad; yet the power of spring is so great that even he feels delivered from age and sorrow by it, brought from gray into a colorful world by it.
Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant;
Spring, flower-planter in meadows,
The poet widens out the versicle idea. Spring is indeed a song-leader, making the trees and wind resound, respond to its leading voice.
Child-conductor in willowy
Fields deep dotted with bloom, daisies and crocuses:
The poet continues to play out his musical metaphor. Leader, conductor of music; and conductor of the children through the woods. Even dotted has musical resonance.
Here that child from his heart drinks of eternity:
O child, happy are children!
She still smiles on their innocence,
She, dear mother in God, fostering violets,
Fills earth full of her scents, voices and violins:
Far from grey-headed, the poet now, under the influence of spring, is a child again, having been led back to a state of eternal youth. Violets, voices, and violins – nature, humanity, and music all quicken under the flower god.
Thus one cunning in music
Wakes old chords in the memory:
Thus fair earth in the Spring leads her performances.
One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal
Green – one more, and my bosom
Feels new life with an ecstasy.
Subtle, cunning, what the earth sings — a warble, swaying branches, a brook in motion. There are choral resonances to all of these sounds together, but they also form personal memory chords. Spring, the poet repeats, leads the earth-performance, the song of the earth, to get Mahlerian about it… And then the poet ends with images that complete his metaphor so beautifully and subtly: All it takes is a touch, a scent, of spring, and the poet feels reborn. The bow of the violin is also the bough of the tree that taps him; the smell of virginal grass is also music from the virginal, a kind of harpsichord.
Oh. Whoops. Too late. You were supposed to read this post while listening to this. Written for virginal.
A professor at the University of Maine looks at the athletics program there and writes a letter to the student newspaper.
I have read the recent articles in The Maine Campus on the Department of Athletics. Overall, I think they were done well, but you let the director of athletics get away with something in your interview.
At the end of Monday’s article, Athletic Director Blake James said: “I don’t think we should be funded like Ohio State, Florida, Penn State or any of the big programs.”
I bet he doesn’t. According to a database of the finances of public university athletic programs available on USA Today’s Web site, both Ohio State and Florida athletics received $0.00 of direct university support in 2008-2009, while University of Maine Athletics received $9,548,688.
It is important to note that the “big programs” are successful at self-sufficiency by large ticket sales, alumni donations, conference guarantees for away games, etc.
In contrast, UMaine provides well over 50 percent of the budget for the athletics program here — money that comes from the same source that should be used to support the mission of the university: education and research.
For the most part, the academic programs generate more than they receive — my own Department of Physics has a budget of $1.9 million and generated $2.5 million in student credit hours.
The bottom line is the academic programs are being forced to support a bloated administration and a not particularly successful athletics program — with the possible exception of hockey. This is unsustainable, and the Academic Program Prioritization Working Group had no chance of “achieving sustainability” since they were directed by administration to focus solely on proposing cuts to academics.
Dean Astumian
Professor of physics
It’s late on an April afternoon, and I’m wondering why drifts of white moths are suddenly floating by my sixth floor window at George Washington University.
Moths? This high up?
I open the window and lean out, listening to police sirens screaming away at the site of the nuclear summit, and they’re petals. They’re thousands of dogwood petals pulled up to the sixth floor by the wind.
They seem in no hurry to settle back to the ground, so I lean against the window sill and consider the cloud suspended at the level of my eye.
Usually what you see flying by here are helicopters and airplanes. Also white birds. Some sort of gull, I think.
Down at ground level, ambulances quietly enter and exit the hospital driveway. The middle of UD‘s view is all about the new skyscraper where the old hospital used to be. The university’s engineering department, down the hall from UD‘s office, follows the construction with great excitement, stapling onto a bulletin board an array of photographs chronicling each stage of the building.
Having taught her classes, UD prepares to walk to the Foggy Bottom metro and go home. She takes her soft black leather notebook in which she will continue to chronicle not the streamlined evolution of skyscrapers but the faltering progression of her life. She’s kept a diary – not University Diaries, just a diary – since she was thirteen.
She calls Mr UD from Metro Center. He doesn’t teach today and will meet her at Grosvenor, the stop closest to their house.
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And there he is, in their bright red car, the car they’ve named Walentynka (Valentine). UD washed Walentynka last weekend, and she’s looking insanely bright red at the moment.
“So David says they’re getting family physician recruitment calls from all sorts of places around the country where they wouldn’t want to live,” UD says, bringing Mr UD up to date on a friend of theirs whose wife has finished a residency. “Quoting David: Some east-bumfuck-back-of-nowhere place where I wouldn’t even want to see healthy people… But it’s a theory of mine [Mr UD cringes in preparation for one of UD‘s theories.] that there are, strictly speaking, no uninteresting places in the world. There are:
1. interesting places;
2. uninteresting places NEAR interesting places; and
3. places interesting by virtue of being uninteresting.”
“Tell me more about the third one.”
“Take Bismarck, North Dakota. Say you had to move to Bismarck, North Dakota. Flat. Underpopulated. Bad weather. Conveniently located just to the north of South Dakota. And yet its very nothingness has inspired, for instance, all those Kathleen Norris books – very interesting books, as it turns out – about the spiritual fascination of nothingness.”
“Let’s buy a house in Bismarck. I’ll check it out on the web. We know absolutely nothing about Bismarck. Right? Absolutely nothing.”
“Absolutely nothing.”
So after dinner at a new Japanese place on the Rockville Pike, we drive home and Mr UD gets to work.
I’m sitting up in bed, gazing at the rather threatening wall of green outside our picture windows (I don’t garden or even cut back very much this part of our acre – it’s the dog’s playground – and the wildlife is really encroaching.), when Mr UD bustles in with the Bismarck results.
“It’s on a river! The Missouri I think. For seven hundred thousand dollars you can get a beautiful house set right on the riverbank. We’re retiring to Bismarck.”
… comments on the DUI arrest of a University of Kentucky basketball coach. It’s the coach’s fourth DUI arrest.
Enough has to be enough — even for a Kentucky basketball coach.
Emily Harnden, University of Illinois:
[Many of our classes post] lecture notes, labs, assignments, paper topics, vocabulary lists, extra credit opportunities and even online office hours …
[Although we all laugh] at what a “joke of a class” these technologically inclined classes may seem, in reality [it’s not] that funny. Because guess what? We’re all paying for that “joke of a class.” Whether it is you personally or your parents, sooner or later, we’re going to realize the joke’s on us. For even though I love to joke around about how easy some of my classes have been, the fact of the matter is the only thing it is helping is my GPA…
… By forfeiting their right to teach students face-to-face, professors who rely heavily on online-based coursework are giving us an easy out for our education…
On the bright side — it’s a step up from a diploma mill. It’s accredited.
… the Poles will be leaning – very visibly – in the next few weeks of masses and memorials make the most recent New York Times column by Stanley Fish particularly topical.
He’s reviewing a book by Jurgen Habermas, titled An Awareness of What is Missing, in which Habermas — long associated with the view that “the authority of the holy,” is in the process of being successfully replaced, in modern, secular culture with “the authority of an achieved consensus” — seems to change his mind. Fish writes:
In recent years … Habermas’s stance toward religion has changed. First, he now believes that religion is not going away and that it will continue to play a large and indispensable part in many societies and social movements. And second, he believes that in a post-secular age — an age that recognizes the inability of the secular to go it alone — some form of interaction with religion is necessary: “Among the modern societies, only those that are able to introduce into the secular domain the essential contents of their religious traditions which point beyond the merely human realm will also be able to rescue the substance of the human.”
What’s missing, then, is the “substance of the human,” “normative guidance” …
[The] modern Liberal state, … Habermas reminds us, maintains “a neutrality . . . towards world views,” that is, toward comprehensive visions (like religious visions) of what life means, where it is going and what we should be doing to help it get there. The problem is that a political structure that welcomes all worldviews into the marketplace of ideas, but holds itself aloof from any and all of them, will have no basis for judging the outcomes its procedures yield. Worldviews bring with them substantive long-term goals that serve as a check against local desires. Worldviews furnish those who live within them with reasons that are more than merely prudential or strategic for acting in one way rather than another.
The Liberal state, resting on a base of procedural rationality, delivers no such goals or reasons and thus suffers, Habermas says, from a “motivational weakness”; it cannot inspire its citizens to virtuous (as opposed to self-interested) acts because it has lost “its grip on the images, preserved by religion, of the moral whole” and is unable to formulate “collectively binding ideals.”
The liberal citizen is taught that he is the possessor of rights and that the state exists to protect those rights, chief among which is his right to choose. The content of what he chooses — the direction in which he points his life — is a matter of indifference to the state which guarantees his right to go there just as it guarantees the corresponding rights of his neighbors (“different strokes for different folks”). Enlightenment rational morality, Habermas concludes, “is aimed at the insight of individuals, and does not foster any impulse toward solidarity, that is, toward morally guided collective action.”
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You see the moral paralysis Habermas has in mind in a recent interview about the burqa with historian Joan Wallach Scott in Salon.
Scott insists that “One can’t assume …that [the burqa] signifies oppression.”
Why then, her interviewer asks, “does the [burqa] so dominate conversations about the rights of Muslim women?”
Well, that’s an interesting question. I think it is a way of avoiding talking about the discrimination Muslims (men and women) face in Western societies, a way of indicating “our” superiority to “them,” of blaming “them” for the discrimination they suffer, a way of depicting “them” as less modern, less enlightened than “us.”
There are, that is, no standards of enlightenment or modernity among us. As Scott’s quotation marks suggest, there’s no us. There are only bunches of people making choices and suffering discrimination as a result of some of those choices.
Muslim women, Scott says, must be choosing the burqa. Some of them must be choosing it. Enough of them for our liberal states to honor their choice.
We’re forced into this assumption because we have no general moral point of view from which we could assume otherwise, or, more importantly, from which we could put aside questions of the motivation of these women and instead defend our own set of collective moral principles.
Scott seems unable to perceive, in other words, the evisceration of “the substance of the human” that the burqa makes visible to pretty much everyone else.
On a deeper level, defending our own set of collective moral principles would be, for Scott, a logical absurdity, since we don’t exist (only individual choosers or groups of choosers exist). And its realization would be an abomination, since acting collectively on behalf of what can only be, as she describes it, a self-aggrandizing myth, would make us savage bigots.
… comments, in the Princeton University paper, on the Smolensk crash:
Peter Bogucki, the associate dean for undergraduate affairs at the School of Engineering and Applied Sciences, expressed faith in Polish democracy and said he believes that the country’s transition to a new president will be smooth.
“They have normal democratic institutions that have orderly plans of succession and clear ways of sorting things out,” he said, contrasting the succession process to the intrigues that marked transfers of power in the Soviet Union. “I think they’ll realize some form of national resiliency that they might not have known that they had.”
Bogucki has done archaeological research in Poland and is of Polish descent. His cousin’s father-in-law was on the plane.
… begins to emerge as their friends remember them. David Harris of the American Jewish Committee recalls:
Mariusz Handzlik was [a] … diplomat whom I first met in Washington years ago, [when] he was serving as undersecretary of state in the office of Poland’s president.
Mariusz and I shared a deep admiration for Jan Karski, the Polish wartime hero who later joined the faculty of Georgetown University. While serving in the United States, Mariusz befriended Karski, becoming his regular chess partner. They were playing chess when Karski suddenly felt ill and died shortly afterward. Together, Mariusz and I cried for this man who, at repeated risk to his own life, had tried to alert a largely deaf world to the Nazi’s Final Solution.
… Andrzej Przewoźnik was secretary-general of the Council for the Protection of Struggle and Martyrdom Sites.
I first met him when the Polish government and the American Jewish Committee joined together to demarcate, protect, and memorialize the site of the Nazi death camp in Belzec, located in southeastern Poland. In less than a year, more than 500,000 Jews were killed in an area barely the size of a few football fields. Only two Jews survived.
In June 2004, after years of planning and construction, the site was inaugurated. As the late Miles Lerman said at that solemn ceremony, “No place of martyrdom anywhere is today as well protected and memorialized as Belzec.”
That could not have occurred without Andrzej’s pivotal role. He helped make it happen, overcoming the multiple hurdles along the way. By doing so, he ensured that what took place at Belzec, long neglected by the Communists, would never be forgotten…
