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This sort of stupidity takes talent.

[ 21 ] July 22, 2010 |

Every time I go off the grid for a few days the world I return to seems vastly dumber:

Also, does anyone really believe that Andrew Breitbart would intentionally distort a video clip to make a one-day splash? Risk his growing reputation with a deliberate, easily refutable distortion?

How can someone compose such a stupid rhetorical question? Fine, fine:

Dear Guy Benson,

Everyone who doesn’t believe Barack Obama is a secret Kenyan socialist sent from abroad to further the communist plot hatched by Marxists to control the means of production and fer yer wimmen believes Andrew Breitbart is not only capable of doing that, but that he actually did.

Thank you and have a nice day.

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The Purpose of Higher Education

[ 24 ] July 22, 2010 |

Something that I and other colleagues have noted at institutions similar to my current employer is that there seems to be an omnipresent implied, when not explicit, anti-intellectual current defining the place.  While a bit muddled at times, this CIF entry in The Guardian captures this sense.  I chuckled at this line:

This has undoubtedly led to a mass increase in the population of students in the UK, but with it a rise in degrees in such subjects as sports, human resources and marketing – which may have slender academic perspectives but are in essence vocational.

During the most recent reorganisation of my home institution (where we slimmed down from seven faculties to five and dispersed the social sciences as an organized, going concern in any recognizable form) my “department”, a political science department, was placed into the “School of Management” in the Business School, along with, yes, human resources and marketing, among other intellectually and pedagogically compatible departments (e.g. shipping and logistics).

I was completely unaware of the meaning of “former Poly” when I applied for my present position, being neither British by birth nor culture, and naturally assumed that if the word “university” was in the title, the institution did as it says on the tin.  My initial ignorance of the term “former poly” aside, this entry does seem to capture the ambiguity of the position such institutions find themselves in.  At mine, the current pitch is all about vocation and applied knowledge, period.  We have styled ourselves as “The Enterprise University”, emphasis in original, for the past two or three years, after all.

The budget cuts the sector has only just begun to face in the UK (and it will get a lot worse in the next few years) does beg the question, and not to sound glib or flip, but: what’s the point?  What purpose should a university serve in broader society?  The British have a clear idea, again pointed out by the Guardian entry: “which is why we have the total absurdity of the business secretary, not the education secretary, pronouncing on the future of higher education”.

While pondering this, I’ll return to writing a book proposal . . .

Fatherhood III: Learning to Deal with the Little Monsters

[ 24 ] July 21, 2010 |

For the first few months, I was responsible for more general day-to-day child care than my wife.  She was working full time, and since I was teaching only one course per week, I had a reasonable amount of time to spare.  We were also fortunate enough to be able to hire a couple of nannies, one for three nights a week and one for three days.  Both nannies were fantastic, and we do our best to stay in touch.  Nevertheless, I theoretically had responsibility for four nights and four days a week, although in practice we were able to farm out the girls to relatives often enough that I didn’t usually work that much.  This arrangement allowed me to feel as if I were doing my part in contributing to childcare; I was still quite mindful of the difficulty that Davida had endured during the pregnancy.  Of course, I didn’t have to affix the screechy little parasites to my body, or take the breast pump to work.

During the days, my favorite part of the job was taking the girls for a walk.  They normally went right to sleep as soon as the stroller started moving, so we’d explore the parts of downtown/Inner Harbor Baltimore that were within our radius of action.  The walks were nice because they broke up the tedium, but also because people tended to be really friendly to a guy walking around with newborn twins in a stroller.  You tend to see fewer men pushing strollers, and you don’t tend to see a lot of double strollers.  It soon became clear that people were willing to cut me a lot of slack simply because I was a guy with two babies in a stroller.  Of course, anyone with two babies gets some sympathy, but I was a guy with two babies in a stroller.

This exposed the soft bigotry of low expectations problem. If I pop wheelies with the stroller, I get credit for at least being willing to take care of my kids. If I deliver the babies to day care with mushed-carrot-stained clothes, nobody thinks I’m a bad dad; at least I care enough to deliver them. If I do tricep extensions with a baby at 1pm in a sports bar while drinking a beer with my other hand, people just think it’s cool and funny.  While there’s a certain degree of genuine admiration for the guy who contributes to taking care of the kid, there’s also a fair amount of implicit judgment of the women who’s not doing them.  People judge my wife because she’s not the one changing the poopy diaper, while they think that I’m doing someone a favor by cleaning up after my own offspring. It’s a facet of the old “I’m a fuck up, and it was your fault because you trusted me” problem; my parental inadequacies became her responsibility, because of course what sensible mother would leave the father with such latitude?

The night was far less social, and much more challenging.  Managing newborn twins at night is, I suspect, a difficult proposition at the best of times.  Because the girls didn’t always sleep at the same time, it was difficult to sneak naps longer than a few minutes.  Our situation was complicated by the fact that Elisha was small and initially reluctant to gain weight.  We were told to feed her every 2.5 hours, which made it very difficult indeed to schedule any kind of sleep.  Miriam could probably have operated on a slightly longer schedule; she was a bit bigger and generally drank a bit more, but I don’t think that she could have made it to five hours without waking up hungry.  And so we pretty much had to go through the process of feeding every 2.5 hours, for both babies.  With the inevitable diaper change and the difficulty of getting back to sleep, this routine meant that effectively the night time caretaker got zero sleep.

I only got really angry once.  They were about three weeks old, and Elisha had just fallen asleep for the first time in several hours.  Miriam, however, wouldn’t stop screaming.  It was probably 3am, and I’d been awake for quite a while.  I became, quite suddenly, furious with Miriam.  Nothing happened; I managed eventually to get Miriam to quiet down, and at 6am handed her off to Davida with a curt “Take this baby.”  It’s fair to say, though, that it’s impossible for me to view stories of horrific violence against children in quite the same way as I did before that moment.  I don’t mean serial abuse; I think that there’s a big difference between a prolonged campaign of violence and a sudden act brought about by feelings of desperation.  When you’re in one of those moments, anything seems possible.  I should also note that the lack of sleep, the stress, and the general aggravation led me to be angrier in general.  This was the only time I can remember, however, in which the anger was directed at one of the girls rather than (unfairly) at Davida, or the TV, or some blog commenter, or whomever else crossed my path.

And so I had lots of time on my hands.  I watched Dexter, pretty much the entire series.  I also watched a fair number of old movies, and played some Wii. I did some blogging, and found that my capacity to do decent work at 3am without sleep was considerably less that I’d hoped.  Mostly I played Civ IV, which is a pursuit uniquely suited to wasting time while difficult infants try to fall asleep next to you.  It requires enough engagement to keep your head working, but not so much that sleep deprivation prevents you from playing.  Most of all, it uses up time; if you’re lucky, you can sufficiently lose yourself in the pursuit to capture one more city that you don’t mind overmuch the fact that you have to feed the babies in 15 minutes.

Now it’s a lot easier.  They sleep eleven hours a night (certain difficult nights excepted), and nap on a fairly regular schedule.  They’re both still small, but I don’t constantly worry about the number of calories that Elisha is taking in.  They can also entertain themselves to a certain extent.  I don’t know if it’s yet quite right to say that they play with each other, but they do seem more interactive than the “play around each other” construction.  One thing I’ve noticed is that they when they start crawling toward each other, they invariably overlap; each has aimed at where her sister used to be, and hasn’t bothered to course correct along the way.

I was told by several people that you don’t really remember those first few months.  That’s not quite true, as I remember them quite well.  What I have difficulty remembering is the milestones; I don’t quite remember when Elisha started smiling, or when Miriam first slept through the night, or the variety of other moments that herald a transformation in the relationship between a parent and child.  Oddly enough, though, I’m not really bothered that I don’t remember those things.  Maybe because I’m still in the middle of it, I still prefer to think about it in terms of transitions rather than in terms of endpoints.

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Elena Kagan, Barack Obama, and the American Establishment

[ 105 ] July 21, 2010 |

This article addresses what should be a puzzling question: Why did Barack Obama nominate Elena Kagan to the Supreme Court? Not only has Kagan never been a judge, but, far more problematically, she has over the course of a 25-year legal and political career taken almost no public positions on any significant legal or political questions. This latter fact would, at first glance, seem to disqualify her from consideration for a lifetime appointment to one of America’s most powerful political institutions. That it has not tells us a great deal about deep-seated cultural myths regarding the possibility of separating law from politics, and about the elite institutions that have molded Obama, Kagan, and so many other members of America’s contemporary legal, political, and economic establishment. Ultimately, in one sense Kagan remains, on the eve of her confirmation by the Senate, as much of a blank slate as ever. Yet in another we, like Barack Obama, can venture a good guess regarding what sort of Supreme Court justice she will make. That we can do so reflects both the cultural and ideological power wielded by the elite institutions that are producing the contemporary American establishment, and the relatively narrow range of political views those institutions generate among those who go on to become part of that establishment.

The Elena Kagan story, as presented by both the White House and her supporters throughout the legal world, is that of a brilliant academic and administrative career, whose trajectory has been ever-upward, until it has placed her on the doorstep of the Supreme Court a few months after her 50th birthday. This story is actually a serious oversimplification: Kagan has gotten to her present position despite a series of early career reversals, which culminated in the loss of her position on the University of Chicago faculty, and a brief period in which she was almost frantically scrambling for a job. Her rather abrupt transformation from a soon-to-be unemployed former law professor to dean of the Harvard Law School, and her subsequent ambiguous track record in that position, is a tale that reveals academic politics at their most byzantine. The real story, in other words, is more interesting than the narrative being put forth for public consumption. In some ways it makes Kagan a more attractive figure than the almost robotic paragon of flawless professional advancement concocted by the public relations machine. Over the last few weeks I’ve spoken to a number of former colleagues of Kagan’s in Chicago, Washington, and Cambridge. On the basis of those conversations, as well as the public record, the following story emerges.*

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Hacktacular!

[ 11 ] July 21, 2010 |

Glenn Reynolds, breathlessly touting the latest in a series of pathetic no-there-there stories about JournoList at Tucker Carlson’s web rag, buys the claim that “journalists called for Fox News to be shut down” and then asserts:

Stalinist by instinct, aren’t they?

Obvious problem: the story quotes no journalist calling for the closing of Fox News. It did feature a law professor asking a question, which apparently generated not a single response indicating that shutting down Fox News would be a good idea. Heckuva job, Glennie!  Really, Tucker needs to fold up shop; Reynolds has long elevated hackery to an art form.

US and Israel To Avoid Burning (and Mock-Burning) Civilians in Conflict Zones

[ 5 ] July 21, 2010 |

Two good-news stories in the area of compliance with humanitarian norms this week:

First, the US military has revoked the deployment of the Active Denial System, a “less-than-lethal” weapon designed for crowd control, from the Afghan theater. The weapon works by vibrating the molecules below its targets’ skin, inducing the perception of being on fire. Not so surprisingly, the deployment of ADS has been opposed by various people, not least of which were the founders of Wired Magazine. While the DOD’s Joint Non-Lethal Weapons Directorate continues to tout the military utility of its pain beam in stability operations, other members of the defense establishment – notably those who must actually interface with the civilian population in Afghanistan – have a different sense of military necessity and proportionality.

Relatedly, BBC is reporting that Israel has agreed to restrict the use of white phosphorus in future conflicts:

The weapon has been used on battlefields to create cover for advancing troops and to flush infantry out of their positions, but human rights groups say international law bans its use in civilian areas. Burning phosphorus sticks to skin and will continue to burn flesh until the supply of oxygen is cut off.

The Israel Defense Forces used weapons containing white phosphorus during a 22-day assault on Gaza which began in December 2008. In its report to the UN, the IDF said steps would be taken in future to avoid civilian casualties.

The actual report, which I’ve not yet read, is here.

Both these developments are very good signs from a laws of war perspective. Read more…

Fatherhood II: A Couple of Thoughts on Pregnancy

[ 23 ] July 20, 2010 |

Brief note before we continue: No part of this series should be thought of as an authoritative statement about pregnancy, parenthood, or anything else.  Rather, it should be understood as expressive of my own personal reactions to the birth of our children, with associated vague thoughts about those reactions.  With that out of the way…

Before my wife’s pregnancy, I had never been in close proximity with a pregnant woman for an extended period of time. While I had a certain intellectual understanding of what pregnancy entailed, I had no direct, sustained experience of being around a pregnant woman.  Thus, while I had heard of morning sickness and the variety of other ills, I had no sense of the magnitude of disruption that pregnancy itself, as opposed to having actual children, posed.  To be sure, I never doubted the difficulty of pregnancy, but I lacked even second hand experience of its overall impact on a person and on a family.

During the thirty-eight weeks of that experience I learned an overwhelming but profoundly simple truth: Pregnancy sucks. Maybe not all pregnancies suck equally (obviously, Davida was carrying twins), and maybe it’s worth it, but in general I think that the proposition holds. The body expands in a series of different directions, nausea ensues, parts move and never move back, and a variety of pains, aches, discomforts, and inconveniences manifest themselves at various times during the course of the term. Pregnancy presents a tremendous medical problem, the more so because it is apparent that medical professionals do not view the health and comfort of the mother as their central priority. The concerns aren’t ignored, but they’re certainly sacrificed to preserve the health of the fetus. Our doctor explained this to us in blunt terms; I didn’t blame him personally, as he was clearly conveying the profession’s understanding of its responsibilities.  This understanding reaches its unfortunate apogee in extraordinarily appalling cases like this. Pregnancy also takes an inevitable toll on a woman’s professional life (not the least of which results from discrimination, although we were spared any overt discrimination). The time missed is important, but it goes beyond that; pregnancy itself is a time-consuming project, what with the variety of visits to the doctor, planning requirements, and so forth. Moreover, pregnancy often makes other work more difficult by draining energy and focus. We were fortunate enough to know several other pregnant women during the course of my wife’s pregnancy, and the discussions we had tended to confirm the deep unpleasantness of the experience. Most frustrating of all, there seems to be a widespread societal need to deny or ignore the fact that pregnancy tends to be pretty awful; roughly a million people told us how we needed to “save up on sleep, because you won’t get any once the babies are here,” which was deeply frustrating given that Davida was largely unable to sleep for the last month and a half of the pregnancy.  Allowing that many women aren’t really offered much of a choice, I don’t understand why anyone would want to have such an experience a second time.  This shouldn’t be understood as a critique of women who do decide to have two (or three, or four) children, merely astonishment at the willingness to sacrifice.

I had an intellectual sense of all this, but experiencing it first (second) hand really brought the issue into stark relief.  Neither of the following points will be terribly revelatory for any reader of this blog, or indeed for anyone who has gone through such an experience themselves, but nevertheless:

  1. It is deeply troubling that, after enduring nine month of pregnancy, women are still more often than not expected to bear the brunt of child-rearing duties. For women with partners this varies a great deal from marriage to marriage, but there’s no question that, on average, the work of raising children falls more heavily on women than on men. At best, we seem to accept this as a grim reality, and endeavor to develop a division of partnership labor that is as egalitarian as possible. Considered from an original position, however, I suspect that even the most egalitarian of partnerships is shockingly unequal.  A bit more on that tomorrow.
  2. I was resolutely, vigorously pro-choice before this pregnancy, and I am even more vigorously pro-choice now that the girls are born. The freaks outside the local Planned Parenthood typically display (alongside the picture of the aborted fetus) several posters that say “Adopt!” That’s all fine and well, but of course adoption and abortion aren’t equal; the first is deeply disruptive of a women’s life and health, and the second not so much. If anyone ever tries to explain to me that Planned Parenthood is concealing the health risks of abortion, I suspect I’ll punch them in the face. The “emotional damage” argument, in addition to infantilizing women and generally being downright stupid, suffers from a similar flaw; pregnancy itself, not to mention the process of raising children (even if those children are given up) is emotionally quite costly.  Moreover, from what I witnessed the third trimester of a pregnancy is particularly damaging and disruptive, a fact that is rarely if ever discussed in the context of late term abortion.

“Everybody wants something for nothing…I’m old! Gimme gimme gimme!”

[ 84 ] July 20, 2010 |

Although we often focus on what divides us, it’s important to remember that the “we demand Swedish level of social services with Mississippi levels of taxation and we could get it if it wasn’t for all of the waste, fraud and abuse at the state capital!” ethos that dominates American’s suburbs can also be found in the heartland:

Judy Graves of Ypsilanti, N.D., voted against the measure to raise taxes for roads. But she says she and others nonetheless wrote to Gov. John Hoeven and asked him to stop Old 10 from being ground up because it still carries traffic to a Cargill Inc. malting plant. She says the county has mismanaged its finances and badly neglected roads.

Just because I wouldn’t pay for road maintenance doesn’t mean I don’t want magic pixies to provide us with perfectly maintained roads. Damn those bureaucrats in Bismarck!

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“You may run like Hayes, but you hit like shit.”

[ 12 ] July 20, 2010 |

James Gammon, R.I.P.

And since I forgot, allow me also to note the passing of Bob Probert.

What I Ended Up Reading In Between World Cup Matches Abroad

[ 22 ] July 19, 2010 |

Last month during the Greece/South Korea World Cup game, my eight-year-old son noticed the players speaking to one another in English, and asked me: “Mom, is English the official language of soccer?” As with so many of his astute little queries, I didn’t know the answer at the time. But while in Asia, I read three fabulous books that kept bringing me back to this question and finally not only answered it, but helped me see why it matters.

First: How Soccer Explains the World: An Unlikely Theory of Globalization by Franklin Foer: sort of an empirical, if anecdotal, validation of FIFA’s claim that the world’s language is not English, but soccer itself.

This is a great read, if a bit simplistic. I know professors who have their students read this book freshman year, and Jon Western’s discussion of traveling in the Middle East over the past few weeks of WC finals echoes some of Foer’s insights. But Foer doesn’t actually explore the relationship between the English language and the globalization of soccer. Read more…

For What It’s Worth

[ 1 ] July 19, 2010 |

It appears while I was away, my earlier post on shift breaks and human rights was regrettably interpreted by some local readers as a critique of Amherst Coffee, rather than of the absence of federal legislation on shift breaks and its potential connection to smoking habits.

I’ve updated the original post to make my meaning clearer. Read more…

God Doesn’t Want Me to Get Tenure…

[ 10 ] July 19, 2010 |

How can I expect to prevail in the face of this?