… on the financial crisis at Yeshiva University. If any of her pungent commentary makes it into the article, she’ll link you to it.
… on the financial crisis at Yeshiva University. If any of her pungent commentary makes it into the article, she’ll link you to it.
Really? Well, shut ma mouth.
Corrupted? Corrupted? Corrupted by the big bad hedgie!
Young Sidney who lived at the foot of the hill
Whose fame every virgin with envy doth fill…
How far the delicate lassie has fallen – caught in the clutches of SAC.
… is the chorus to Paul Simon’s The Boxer; it’s also how the University of North Carolina is responding to reports that some of its highest-profile, most-celebrated athletes over the years have been illiterate, or semi-literate. In the wake of the Nyang-oro scandal, UNC’s chancellor ran away; its faculty lay low (which is what faculty at sports factories almost always do); and the school shoved its admissions director onstage to lie for it.
[W]e do not admit students who we believe cannot read or write.
Inept, hotheaded Jehuda Reinharz, during his tenure as president of Brandeis University, threatened to sue a magazine for writing something he didn’t like, tried to shut down the campus museum, and presided over an alarming shrinkage in the university’s endowment.
Brandeis believes that advice from this sort of person – part-time advice – is worth $1.2 million to a cash-strapped university.
…it’s been hacked. I’ve cancelled the account. Meanwhile, if you’ve gotten strange messages from it, ignore.
… you don’t know what you’re going to find.
… Mr. Martoma changed some of his first-year [Harvard] law school grades from B’s to A’s, including one in criminal law. He then sent the forged transcript to 23 judges when he applied for federal clerkships.
… After Harvard expelled him, Mr. Martoma, who at the time was known as Ajai Mathew Thomas, legally changed his name to Mathew Martoma in 2001, the same year he entered Stanford. It is not known what name Mr. Martoma used on his Stanford application.
Three years after graduating from Stanford [who knew Stanford had an eye for forgers?], Mr. Martoma landed a job as health care stock portfolio manager at SAC Capital. Jonathan Gasthalter, an SAC spokesman, has declined to comment about whether Mr. Cohen’s hedge fund was aware of the Harvard incident when it hired Mr. Martoma.
Why not be honest and say We not only knew about it; it made him a shoo-in…
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Details, in case you want to give it a go.
In late 1998, Martoma, a graduate of Duke, altered the transcript of his first-year law school grades: He gave himself A’s in Civil Procedure, Contracts, and Criminal Law, rather than the B, B+, and B he’d earned, according to a Harvard Administrative Board report. He applied for clerkships with 23 judges using the altered transcripts. Weeks later, someone in the school’s registrar’s office discovered that the transcript had been changed. Martoma then withdrew the clerkship applications and told Harvard that the doctored transcripts had been sent out by mistake.
In a classic example of how the coverup is usually worse than the crime, Martoma appealed his dismissal from Harvard by arguing that he’d withdrawn the applications before he was caught and that the improper transcripts had been submitted accidentally. His efforts apparently involved creating a fake computer data forensics company, complete with a professional-looking marketing flyer, to corroborate the time stamps of his e-mails.
Chicago’s most scandalous university (see earlier posts about it by typing Chicago State University in my search engine) boasts a provost who allegedly plagiarized significant portions of her dissertation.
While he said it seems unlikely that [Angela Henderson] was “trying to pull a fast one,” the work shows that she does not have “a full and complete understanding of academic protocols and scholarly expectations.”
“That is a problem if that person is provost of a university,” [Daniel] Wueste said.
With its risible graduation rate (around 10%), its disappearing student body, its constantly shifting but always inept and crony-ridden administration, and its useless board of trustees, Chicago State boasts virtually every attribute of a truly terrible university. As its own faculty rebels, Chicago State’s paranoia grows out of control. The university’s spokesman, asked to comment about the plagiarism allegations, said “[W]e are talking about a series of claims made by some individuals who have shown they will go to great lengths to undermine any member of this administration in any way they can.”
Too right. The claims have been openly made by CSU faculty members who want legitimate people running the university. These faculty members are indeed trying to undermine the administration. It ought to be undermined.
… runs a CUNY program which makes its money the Trump way — by renting out its precious New York City space.
Of course, you could say that the space the program’s in is meant for the program.
And you could say that Wilson didn’t have permission to rent out the premises.
I mean, now that it’s figured out what Wilson’s doing, this is what CUNY is saying. Plus it’s really trying to get rid of the guy, since the rental thing is only one way, reportedly, in which he’s been, er, profiting from the center he runs.
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In response to the charges against him, Wilson’s doing far-left high-dudgeon.
“There is a long history of political persecution in the US, (and CUNY/BC) including the government frame-up of Angela Davis, the Black Panthers, Julius and Ethel Rosenberg, W. E. B. DuBois prosecution, the frame-up of countless civil rights and labor leaders, and mass firings of CUNY faculty during the McCarthy era. This attack is part of that detestable history.”
It might work.
[Mary] Willingham … has said in interviews that she has received death threats and hate mail. [University of North Carolina Chapel Hill] police spokesman Randy Young said investigators have contacted her and “are responding appropriately.”
Why must Willingham die? Because she said this.
… Willingham said her research of 183 football or basketball players at UNC from 2004-12 found 60 percent reading at fourth- to eighth-grade levels and roughly 10 percent below a third-grade level. She said she worked with one men’s basketball player early in her 10-year tenure who couldn’t read or write.
UD finds the best writing – so far – on Francois Hollande.
It’s all good, but the writer has in particular a way with phrases:
While still a student at the Ecole Nationale d’Admininstration, the elite college that turns out France’s bureaucrats, Hollande met Ségolène Royal, a glossily-coiffed fellow political obsessive…
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wobbly-chopped socialist… glossily-coiffed fellow political obsessive…
Wonderfully pithy. But the whole thing is good.
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A side-note on all this: UD argues that the photo of Hollande wearing a big macho motorcycle helmet (in order to hide his identity as he enters his love nest) is the functional equivalent of the photo of Michael Dukakis wearing a big macho military helmet during his presidential election. Not a good look for them.
… over the great plains has the word “bountiful” buzzing in UD‘s brain. This obviously bountiful land, even under patches of snow.
Bountiful Chicago, where a glowing plaid-clad Burberry store appeared in UD‘s hotel window – and behind the Burberry was the lake, ice-blue, iced-in, beautifully silent behind the city noise. How can it be said that UD still knows this city, so generous to her with adventure and love many years ago? This is America, bountiful and changeable, and you can walk down Michigan Avenue and gaze at the ice chunks in the Chicago River, and, except for the Trib Tower, you can find the streetscape entirely strange.
The strangeness is fine with me – it does me good to feel the nervy vitality Saul Bellow described… And didn’t I once find myself driving next to him (I still drove then), north from Hyde Park on Lake Shore Drive? He was in a derelict little BMW – green, as I recall – and I kept glancing over at his thin white hair, his hard-set lips. A Chicago moment – chronicling my life in that city while racing next to perhaps its greatest chronicler. That was sweet.
… is a great blog written by someone rather like UD – a Washington-area English professor. Marilee Lindemann was in the audience last night at UD‘s MLA panel and afterwards we got to talking. She lives in Garrett Park’s sister city, Takoma Park (both are Nuclear Free Zones) and teaches at the University of Maryland, where Mr UD (himself just back from a conference in New Orleans, where he talked about civic studies) teaches. So they had a lot to talk about, and it was a pleasure.
Altogether, the small tight nuclear Les UDs unit has been out and about lately – La Kid is here in Chicago with UD (she spent time yesterday with friends in Ukrainian Village), and Mr UD is just back in Garrett Park from the “almost uncomfortably hot” streets of New Orleans.
She’s at National Airport (she’s too ancient a Washingtonian to use its new name) on a drippy dreary morning. Her flight to Chicago leaves soon.
La Kid slumps in a chair next to her (UD‘s taking part in an MLA panel; La Kid‘s visiting a friend at the University of Chicago).
Airports make UD morbid. They make her spiritual in a tedious and neurotic way.
For the last half hour, with deep melancholy sighs, she’s been humming Panis Angelicus to herself.
She will blog from Chicago, of course.
