"In many disciplines, for the majority of graduates, the Ph.D. indicates the logical conclusion of an academic career." Marc Bousquet

Thursday, June 30, 2011

A Species That Ought to Go Extinct

Today was the first day of the "Global Warming Is a Myth" conference, the preliminary arrangements for which I blogged about way back here.

A few observations from sitting at the registration booth today:
  • Climate skeptics are overwhelmingly old, white, and male. 
  • Their zealotry is at least as strong as their skepticism.
  • At least some of them have Ph.D.s, and it is important for everyone to know it via their nametags. And to refer to them as "Dr. This" and "Dr. That" even if they do not hold an academic position and/or are not attending the conference as "expert" speakers. 
  • Whereas, of course, there are no recent Ph.D.s in the registration booth! Noooononono! Not even a remote possibility. I become just one of "the girls" handing out badges and programs. All of us "girls" are in our 30s, have college educations at a minimum, and, with one exception, are persons of color.
  • The speakers and attendees assume us "girls" share their beliefs. Not one of us does. We mock them, mostly behind their backs. Sometimes to their faces, but the tone of voice never registers. We are invisible performers. It never occurs to them that we "just work here."
And the polar bears?


Well, their plight is real, but to Climate Skeptics and Global-Warming-Is-a-Myth-Super-Science-Radical-Experts, polar bears merely perform as Endangered Animals. Just another category of losers in the Grand Narrative of Man's Dominance (except, don't forget that "Man" isn't responsible for Global Warming -- only God could manage that!).


Talk about dinosaurs! It's easy to embrace the extinction of others when you -- through some bizarre maneuver of cognitive dissonance, an internalized and never-questioned capacity for mansplanation -- remove yourself categorically from all potentially vulnerable species.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Synechdoche: A Saturday Afternoon in the Park

That's me in the park yesterday. In years past, I would've had a book with me, or two or three, even if I didn't feel like reading. My feet and legs did their thing, walked me along, exercised themselves. My head was somewhere else. And then I'd find a bench or a stump or a rock or a patch of grass and pretend I cared more about the world of words.

Yesterday, I noticed the spiderwebs lacing through the greenery. Gossamer everywhere. I'm sure they've always been there, but I never noticed before. And I looked up, too:

I haven't figured out yet how to reconcile the parts -- body/mind, feeling/thinking, interior/exterior, life/work, eyes-that-read/ears-that-listen/hands-that-write (or is it type?), scholar/secretary/seeker, desirer/consumer/digester, perfectionist/lunatic/lazy fool.

Every day, some other part stands in for the whole.

Academe never seemed like the best place to reconcile them. Academe privileges a certain kind of sense making, but it isn't the only kind or necessarily the best way of making sense of lives that extend beyond the mind -- or beyond the rational capacities of the mind.

But, being a secretary, there isn't really any sense making at all, not as a thing one does day-to-day -- there's order and routine, but those aren't the same. It's hard to imagine anyone living all through a life without ever trying to make sense of things, but I fear that's the part I'm playing for the time being.

Parts -- maybe the whole is always only ever in the parts while we live. As we go through our lives, we assimilate the parts, exchanging one self for another, one truth for another, along a contimuum that engages and disengages -- experiencing and expressing always through synechdoche.

We are whole when we die.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Power Company Blues (Or, a Mystery Concerning Electricity)

I shouldn't be thinking about this on a Saturday since it is work related, but the ongoing billing dispute we've had with the power company -- complicated by crazy and frivolous landlords, the elderly and slightly senile dance teacher who has access to the meters, and the slightly shady chiropractor across the hall who, quite plausibly, has been stealing electricity from other tenants -- has reached the limits of everyone's patience. We've either got to resolve it soon or move to a new office.

Which would be terrible because A) moving sucks generally, B) I like our current office, and C) this is the dumbest reason ever to move. We should be able to resolve our dispute.

But -- I don't know -- I think we might need Nancy Drew or something. Here are the facts:
  • Power Company has been overcharging Think Tank for over a year, since Think Tank moved in. My predecessor finally got them to refund about $5,000 right around the time I started, but then, after a month or two, they started overcharging us again. By a lot.
  • It's hard to agree on what they should be charging us because access to the meters is restricted. They are located in another tenant's space (slightly senile dance teacher), who is never there during normal business hours. Power Company comes to read the meters, but they can't get in and so they estimate. But the estimates are all over the map (literally, ranging from $16.66 to $1,414.87) and seem to have no basis in what you'd expect reality to be (we expect our actual bill should be between $200 and $300 per month).
  • Slightly Senile Dance Teacher, whom I finally met in person the other day, is upset because her power bills have doubled within the last year and she doesn't know why. You'd think this would prompt her to be available to let Power Company do the readings. But no. They only get in every couple months. Do her bills say that her usage has increased, even if she hasn't done anything differently? Not sure. She has to check her bills. Even weirder thing, though, is that her bills aren't all over the place like ours, just consistently about double what they used to be.
  • She tells me, too, although I haven't verified it, that at least one of the other tenants has had increased bills without an increase in usage, and has had an ongoing dispute with Power Company.
  • As if all this weren't bad enough, Shady Chiropractor moved in right around the time everything started. Shady Chiropractor has a state-of-the-art video x-ray machine, which probably makes his electricity consumption per month greater than anyone else's in the building. Yet Shady Chiropractor has never been billed more than the minimum charge of $16.66. Shady Chiropractor is very handy with tools, too. And, Shady Chiropractor has keys to Senile Dance Teacher's studio. Why? Because he asked the landlords for them.
  • Senile Dance Teacher is not happy about this and is not too senile not to start connecting the dots. Not sure why she permitted it in the first place.
  • The landlords are no help whatsoever. They are silly, frivolous creatures who inherited the property and do not take their responsibilities to their tenants seriously. Moreover, tenants are welcome to do whatever they please to their spaces and the common areas, as long as they pay their rent.
And let's not even talk about the unidentified troll with what I think is an AV business who moved into the sub-basement around the same time Shady Chiropractor moved in upstairs. They're pals, I think.

Fun, huh? You'd think a think tank would be able to think its way out of this.

What would you do?

Monday, June 20, 2011

Idealism Gone Wrong

Exactly a year ago, I was deep in the middle of teaching a summer session course.

I'd been offered it last-minute, of course, a week and a half before summer session started. It was an upper-level course -- a survey but restricted to majors. It covered a period of about 400 years, only half of which fell within my field of primary expertise. Hence, I had about a week and a half to cobble together a syllabus, through only half of which I might be able to offer students something resembling the educational experience they deserved. And even when one is working within familiar territory, a week and a half is hardly enough time to put together a truly thoughtful syllabus for a course one has not taught before.

Scheduler of Adjuncts didn't care about quality, though, only about staffing the class. Only seven students enrolled initially, but the department chose to run it anyway (normally such a class would require at least twelve) because six of the seven were paying out-of-state tuition, which meant that one-and-a-half of them covered my adjunct salary and the university could pocket the rest.

I didn't really want to take on the class, but I needed the money. I didn't have a tenure-track job lined up for the fall, didn't know if I'd be offered any classes (or how many) to teach as an adjunct in the fall, and had no other summer work lined up but an SAT prep gig that didn't pay enough to cover my expenses for the summer.

Commencement, at which I newly became "recent Ph.D." was the last week in May. It felt good for a day, upon which family and friends reveled in pomp and circumstance, while I sweated in ridiculous regalia, posed for pictures, and later consumed a ridiculous abundance of good whiskey. Then it was back to prepping for the class that should have just been cancelled -- or at least scheduled a month or two earlier (oh, wait, it was, but the second most highly paid professor in the department decided ze was too busy, well into May, to be bothered with such responsibilities).

 But I digress. I pulled a syllabus together, ordered books, and generally got my shit together in order not to embarrass myself and, at the very least, to offer the students something that made them feel like the class was "worth it."

I shouldn't have worried too much, though. Six of the seven students were there to earn credit they needed to graduate the following year -- and that was pretty much all. They did the readings, wrote the papers, talked more or less enough to fill the time in class, and were more or less glad to get on with their summers when the class ended. They helped a class that should never have been turn out OK, for which I am grateful, but we need say no more about them. They are not my subject.

The seventh person who had initially enrolled already had a college degree. And a law degree. And, ten years since graduating from college, was gainfully employed at a law firm.

And ze thought ze wanted to go to graduate school.

Because ze had Deep Questions that couldn't answered anywhere else. Because Academe represented a Beacon of Light and Hope that cast the Enlightenment that comes through living the Life of the Mind upon the Intellectual Darkness of day-to-day drudgery at the law firm.


Really, ze was too old and experienced not to have known better. But the Life of the Mind was calling, and ze had signed up for my course as a kind of refresher and also because ze had attended an undergrad program that didn't have traditional majors (actually, an excellent program, but, alas, such consequences!), like English, and so ze was seeking, through my badly planned, half-assed, last-minute excuse for a class, an immersion in the discipline, a true experience of Intellectual Inquiry through the study of Great Literature, an introduction to the Great Gods of Theory, a journey towards Wisdom in the Word. Indeed, ze burned with a hard, gemlike flame.

Our conversation went something like this:
Student (after first class, clearly beneath hir intellectual functioning): "Do you think this is the right course for me?"

Me: "Well, I don't know. You have a college degree already, and a law degree. Why are you taking an undergraduate course?"

Student: "I felt I needed to take an English course to enhance my knowledge of the Discipline before applying to Graduate School. I also feel I need to prove to Admissions Committees that I'm serious. Because, you know, in my program we didn't have majors, and I need to prove that, for sure, Literary Studies is the Right Field. Because I'm working as a lawyer, not doing what an English Major would do. And because I've never taken an English course."

Me: "How can you be so sure you want to get a Ph.D. in English when you've never taken an English course?"

Student: "Because it is in my blood. Because I have burning Intellectual Questions, and I feel that English is the field most suited to answering them. I want to be a Professor."

Me: "Having burning intellectual questions is great, but you already have a career. And you don't need to go to graduate school to pursue your intellectual interests. You already have enough education to know how to learn on your own. And do you know how few professor jobs there are? Most 'professors' just end up doing what I'm doing, teaching semester-by-semester, course-by-course, not having enough time to prep their classes, much less pursue Deep Intellectual Concerns. And never having enough money. I'm pretty sure you're better off as a lawyer."

Student: 'IknowIknowIknow. I've read all the 'stay away' articles. I've read Thomas H. Benton. I've read Marc Bousquet. But I know this is really for me. That I'm meant for it. If there are not jobs when I graduate, I can always go back to lawyering, or I can teach high school. Or I can just be an adjunct, because my spouse is a lawyer, too, and ze makes even more than I do. So, it's just irrelevant, the job market."

Me: "The job market is irrelevant?"

Student: "Well, for me it is."

Me: "For fear of spewing cliches, you do know that 'no man is an island,' right? I mean, the job market may not be relevant to you, but it is for most of the rest of us. And the reason we're having this conversation -- you wanted to know if this summer class is the right one to nurture your intellectual curiosity -- well, the reason I would say it's not the right course for you is that it will not be the kind of intellectually stimulating course you may be expecting. It may not be what you're expecting at all, and the reason is directly tied to the academic job market and, more broadly, the labor structure of higher ed. I wish I could tell you differently, but I'd be lying. Honestly, I'd love to have you in class --and I hope you'll stay -- but you'll be wasting your tuition."

Student: "Oh.................but, you know, I thought so-and-so was teaching this course. Ze has a really impressive scholarly profile. I wanted to Learn from hir..........Why are you teaching this class?"

Me: "An explanation at this point would be futile. I'm telling you these things because I think the next generation of academics has a responsibility to be concerned about the state of the profession they are entering, not just their own Intellectual Interests. I wouldn't say that no one should go to graduate school, but if all you care about is yourself and your own 'interests', well.....what about your future colleagues? What about your future students? Your choices indirectly but ultimately affect their working conditions and quality of education. Those things should matter to all of us, above and beyond our petty individual interests. Because what do those interests matter, if the learning community of which we are a part falls apart?"

Student: "I don't like you. You're scaring me. I'm not taking your class. Who can I talk to in this department that will tell me what I want to hear?"

Me: "Over there. There's the door. Many people here, unfortunately, will tell you exactly what you want to hear."
And so ze withdrew. I was sincere in saying that I would have loved having hir in class -- ze had a lot to contribute. But the class wasn't what ze was looking for, and I felt an obligation to disclose at least a glimpse of how things really are to someone aiming to throw away a career ze already had for a naive ideal.

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I'm not sure there was a course being offered that summer that was what ze was really looking for -- or that graduate school, more generally, would have given hir what ze wanted.

Self-interest, self-absorption, self-aggrandisement, self-deception, self-delusion. Academe encourages these qualities by mislabelling them idealism and commitment to "the life of the mind."

I'm not saying I'm any better than this student. I fell into the same trap a decade ago -- had a career as a high school teacher, had a gainfully employed partner, ignored the signs of a sick sad academic world because my Intellecktaulle Interests took precednece.

Why do so many people keep falling into this trap over and over and over and over again? Doing the same thing over and over and over again and expecting different results? Isn't that the definition of insanity?

Sunday, June 19, 2011

What to do on a Sunday?

It's one of those weekend days where you feel like doing something, but you're not sure what. So instead of doing anything, you just sit around and write a blog post about what you COULD be doing. I could be:
  • Going to the farmers market and picking up luscious, locally grown organic kale and tomatoes and zucchini and beets and mushrooms and sweet onions -- and maybe some strawberries and artisan cheese. But the Sunday farmers market is right near work, so walking there would make it feel too much like a weekday.
  • Going to yoga. I've been neglecting yoga lately, but the teacher I liked for Sunday classes is not longer on the schedule. There's another class a little later in the day that I like, but that teacher's classes are more challenging and I need to ease back into my practice. Better just to skip it.
  • Going shopping. I have plenty of winter "business" and "business casual" type clothes but not much for summer. There's no dress code at work, so no big deal, but sometimes we host events where it'd be sort of unacceptable to look like the slob I usuallly do. There's one on Thursday, but I don't feel like going shopping. I'll just wear my MLA interview suit again. It'll be 95 degrees in the shade, but whatever.
  • Cleaning the house. I fucken HATE cleaning with a passion, so I'm always putting it off. Things usually reach a point of unbearability, at which time, I might do the bare minimum, but I don't think we're there yet. The dishwasher is still functional, so the kitchen's OK, and Peaches took care of the opossum shit (I haven't actually seen the little bastard lately, but ze has clearly been around -- the feral cats don't leave their crap around like that) on the back porch yesterday. The rest can wait another week. Meh, maybe I'll put in a load of laundry.
  • Getting on with my research and the business of remaking myself as an independent scholar. Wait, it's Sunday. Are you kidding? Having weekends that don't entail "work" (unless it's paid!) is one of the good reasons to leave academe! So, yeah, um, no. (I'll give you a research update later, though. Now that I've solved my library access problems, I have a plan and have slowly but surely been making some progress, though we're still at a very early stage.)
Meh, maybe I'll just go for a walk or do a yoga "home practice" or read something "for fun." And then Peaches and I'll go to the hipster wine bar later and sit outside while the sun sets and the day melts away, sipping some vernnaccia or some verdicchio (yes, I'm partial to Italian wine) or maybe a St. Germain cocktail.....

Hope y'all are enjoying your own weekends!

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Bloomsday Today

Everyone always quotes the part about "liverslices fried with crustcrumbs." Which you're supposed to eat, like Mr. Leopold Bloom, for breakfast -- or "grilled mutton kidneys" or "giblet soup" or "nutty gizzards" -- washed down with a Guinness:


I'll take the Guinness and feed the organ meats to the cat, who, says Mr. Joyce,

walked stiffly round a leg of the table with tail on high.
—Mkgnao!
—O, there you are, Mr Bloom said, turning from the fire.
The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the table, mewing. Just how she stalks over my writingtable. Prr. Scratch my head. Prr.
Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form. Clean to see: the gloss of her sleek hide, the white button under the butt of her tail, the green flashing eyes. He bent down to her, his hands on his knees.
—Milk for the pussens, he said.
—Mrkgnao! the cat cried.
They call them stupid. They understand what we say better than we understand them. She understands all she wants to. Vindictive too. Cruel. Her nature. Curious mice never squeal. Seem to like it. Wonder what I look like to her. Height of a tower? No, she can jump me.
—Afraid of the chickens she is, he said mockingly. Afraid of the chookchooks. I never saw such a stupid pussens as the pussens.
Cruel. Her nature. Curious mice never squeal. Seem to like it.
—Mrkrgnao! the cat said loudly.
She blinked up out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing plaintively and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. He watched the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones. Then he went to the dresser, took the jug Hanlon's milkman had just filled for him, poured warmbubbled milk on a saucer and set it slowly on the floor.
—Gurrhr! she cried, running to lap.
He watched the bristles shining wirily in the weak light as she tipped three times and licked lightly. Wonder is it true if you clip them they can't mouse after. Why? They shine in the dark, perhaps, the tips. Or kind of feelers in the dark, perhaps.
He listened to her licking lap. Ham and eggs, no. No good eggs with this drouth. Want pure fresh water. Thursday: not a good day either for a mutton kidney at Buckley's. Fried with butter, a shake of pepper. Better a pork kidney at Dlugacz's. While the kettle is boiling. She lapped slower, then licking the saucer clean. Why are their tongues so rough? To lap better, all porous holes.
Via

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Tenure Is Not The Problem

In an interview with Inside Higher Ed this past Wednesday, Naomi Schaefer Riley discusses her opinion that abolishing tenure would contribute significantly to the reform of higher education. Riley, whose claim to expertise on the subject is that her parents were professors, argues that tenure "leads to  the ideological ossification of faculty members and protects the incompetent."

This claim isn't particularly new and only ever applies -- as anyone who has actually spent a significant period of time working in higher ed knows -- to a tiny, tiny minority. And it is usually made by those who seek to cut costs by getting rid of the most senior, most highly paid faculty members.

It is a straw man argument that sidesteps the real problem with the current tenure system, which is that the majority of faculty members -- i.e. adjuncts -- aren't even eligible to participate in the process of performance review that leads to tenure.

Instead of eliminating tenure, if you open up the process to more people -- instead of shutting them out too early in their careers -- you ultimately get more competition and thus a higher degree of performance at the senior level. Opening up the process to more people at the start of their careers doesn't make the process any less rigorous. If anything, you end up with more scholar-teachers who have met performance benchmarks and have a higher degree of job satisfaction, instead of a a revolving majority of disgruntled, burnt-out, angry, embittered, and penniless perm-temps, who get no rewards, financial or otherwise, when they do a good job.


So, why not just switch entirely to a system of multi-year renewable contracts, as Riley suggests?

Commenters over at IHE have done a good job of reiterating -- ad nauseam, as tends to happen in these debates -- why tenure is vital to higher ed. Of course, academic freedom tops the list. You simply cannot maintain an environment in which scholars can produce original research without the guaranteed protection to speak and write freely without fear of losing your job.

Riley believes that "Few fields truly require protections to explore controversial ideas," citing vocational fields such as nutrition and security studies. But such fields are hardly at the core of a standard undergraduate education. They are not central to what we think about when we think of "the university." At the core of a university education are the subjects that teach students to think critically and inquire broadly, whatever noncontroversial, vocational subjects they may end up majoring in.

Creative pedagogy -- the kind that promotes critical thinking and inquiry at the same time it develops the "basic skills" Riley emphasizes -- always runs the risk of controversy. Think of your own favorite professors. How many of them were not at least a little bit controversial in either the materials they covered or the methods they used?

Moreover, even leaving aside professors' political views, those who teach in the humanities and sciences know well how hard it can be to break new ground in ways that challenge longstanding assumptions and traditions within a discipline. Yet you have to be able to know that the ten years you spend writing your next book aren't going to lead to your dismissal because the argument you make, the theory you put forth, the evidence you present -- to put it bluntly -- pisses off colleagues or administrators. Professors have to know that at the end of all that work, no matter who disagrees with them, they still have a job.

If you throw in politics, as the recent Bill Cronon kerfluffle in Wisconsin illustrates, tenure becomes even more important. A nontenured faculty member could never have said the things he said and kept hir job. Whatever you think of Cronon's criticism of the Republican Party, the guy had the right to say the things he did in the context he said them without endangering his job. Tenure protects that right. And, no, academe isn't like other industries in this respect, because where you draw the line between speaking as a professor "on the job" and speaking as a public intellectual outside of your job is ambiguous.

So, where does this leave students?


At least part of the reason Riley is able to sidestep the importance of research when she talks about tenure is that she misunderstands what research is and the role it can and should play in how professors, at all different kinds institutions, should use it in teaching undergraduates. She says:
[If} you're an undergraduate student or the parent of one or a taxpayer, I think you should seriously consider that research in most of its forms is not what it's cracked up to be. It's not that I don't think there is ever an interesting humanities or social science paper or monograph that comes out -- I sometimes read them and cite them. It's that these cannot be our priorities.

There are basic skills that students starting college don't have -- hence the growth of remedial education. And there are basic skills and knowledge they are leaving college without. Most employers didn't need Academically Adrift to tell them that, though it's been very useful in explaining the problem to the American public. Maybe people pursuing Ph.D.s in these subjects didn't get into these areas to teach college sophomores how to read and write and give them a survey course on American history or Shakespeare, but that's what these kids (even at the higher-tier universities) need. They don't need a seminar on whatever obscure topic some academic has decided to write a book about.
Does Riley speak from experience of such classes? One has to wonder about her own education:


More seriously, it seems that Riley would like undergraduate education to be a neat packaging up of 13th grade "basic skills" and "age-old truths." Talk about a strategy for producing ideologically AND pedagogically ossified faculty! Age-old truths? Would Riley care to enlighten us as to what these are without putting us to sleep?

In fact, truth changes as we acquire new knowledge. And the ways we talk about books, historical events, cultural phenomena, empirical data, human behavior, scientific theories -- you name it -- change, too. Even "truths" about nutrition aren't the same as they were in the past (does anyone still say red meat 'n potatoes is the healthiest way to eat?).

Whether Riley thinks "there is ever an interesting humanities or social science paper or monograph" is beside the point. Although they are certainly welcome to read them (and we are glad when they like them), nonacademics are not the intended audience for academic texts and are not qualified to judge them. That's why we have peer review.


But if undergraduates aren't the primary audience for most of these texts, either, what role exactly does research play in the classroom?

Professors, contrary to the "lazy," "incompetent," "unstable" people Riley sees, are the creators of new knowledge. To a greater or lesser extent, depending on institutional requirements and personal goals for research and publication, professors actively participate in the production of knowledge. And this makes them, arguably, fundamentally different from K-12 teachers. Not better. Not worse. Just different in their relationship to the content they teach.

And college students, whatever their level of basic skills, as young adults continuing their educations, should be exposed to such people and their research because learning the critical thinking skills that lead to producing new knowledge -- even if you don't end up doing it yourself as a part of your profession -- is the logical next step in the development of a maturing mind. Critical thinking is the source of innovation of all kinds, and we need it in the nonacademic workforce as much as we need workers with basic skills.

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I do agree with Riley that there is a greater role for renewable, multi-year contracts, but it is not to have them replace tenure and turn everyone into a long-term adjunct. Rather, we should eliminate what is currently the position of assistant professor altogether and instead offer multi-year, renewable contracts that would give everyone with a Ph.D. employed to teach at a given institution the opportunity to pursue tenure (in essence, everyone starts out as an assistant professor). Such contracts would offer salaries comparable to assistant professors, would vary by institution in terms of teaching vs. research expectations, and would allow individuals to decide whether they wanted to continue to teach under such contracts -- pending good performance -- or undergo the more rigorous review process that would lead to promotion and tenure.

Ultimately, such a system would cut back on the number of opportunities for graduate students to teach (although there'd still be some), which would cut back on the number of graduate students and new Ph.D.s over time -- which, in turn, would eventually end the "oversupply" problem we're now dealing with.

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Tenure itself is not primarily what's ailing higher ed today. But conscientiously and effectively reforming the currently outdated and exploitative tenure-track system would cost money, and that's something Riley and other right-of-center education "experts" need to confront.

Friday, June 10, 2011

An Article About Adjuncts Readers Should Read

A few posts back, I posed the question to readers of whether the Ph.D. was worth it. Most of you that commented said no.

The author of an article out today answers more or less how I would:

No one pursues a career as a college professor in order to become rich. Professors do what they do because they are passionate about research and teaching. And if you recently earned a Ph.D., you know well that the years you devoted to inquiry, research, writing, and sharing your knowledge in the classroom weren’t wasted.
At the same time, passion doesn’t put food on the table, and a middle-class wage is a very reasonable expectation.
A decade ago, it was possible to say that persistence and a year or two on the adjunct track would pay off. “Stick it out,” advisers would say, “You’ll get a job eventually,” and they were right. But that advice is outdated: “Since that time, faculty work has become more fragmented, unsupported, and destabilized,” and “the proportion of faculty who are appointed each year to tenure-line positions is declining at an alarming rate.”
If you are a prospective or current graduate student today wondering if completing the Ph.D. is worth it, the answer in 2011 is almost unequivocally no—not unless you are independently wealthy and can afford to live “the life of the mind” without ever having to worry about how to support yourself or feed your family.
In other words, whether or not the Ph.D. is "worth it" depends on whether you currently are at the beginning of graduate school or at the end, already with Ph.D. in hand. 

The noneconomic value of doing the Ph.D. is not negligible, but advisers need to do a better job of emphasizing the economic realities. And graduate programs need to do a better job of preparing graduate students -- those who want to give it a shot in spite of the job prospects -- for those realities, so that they can hit the ground running in the nonacademic job world if they don't want to or can't afford to work as adjuncts once they're finished.

Like, at my Grad U for example, in addition to the useless certificates in teaching and critical theory offered, they might have offered Ph.D. students the opportunity to earn a certificate in professional writing. Graduate students in English acquire strong writing skills inevitably, but it's hard to convince nonacademic human resources people without some documentation, like a certificate and/or a portfolio of some kind that demonstrates you can not only teach writing but write all the dumb stuff (fact sheets, press releases, summaries, reports, etc.) they want proof you have "experience" writing.

Go read the whole article here.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

"Men Dumber Than Women" (Er, Google Only As Dumb As Users)

*Updated below

Why is it that when I type the phrase "men dumber than women" into Google (thanks, Think Tank Boss, for a research task way more fun than "insurance credit scoring"), the results that turn up turn the phrase around to "women dumber than men"?

That, in and of itself, is worthy of some research.

Or, maybe not.

Human technology merely parrots back the predictable a$$-backwards stereotypes that warp human psychology.

*Updated: And yet, as it turns out, while women and men score equally on IQ tests, men get more DUIs, commit more crimes of both the violent (e.g. 88% of all homicides) and nonviolent (61% of all fraud) varieties, and end up going to jail way more often than women.

Go figure. Of course they need to TELL themselves they're smarter. Facts tell us otherwise.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Grilled Veggies Poolside, with an Extra Helping of Melodramatic Bullshit

I haven't been posting about things in band land lately, because, well, putting the album together, in some ways, brought out the worst in certain members of the group.

And the damned thing is so close to being finished, I do wish certain parties had tried harder to work out their differences and keep things together. As if, in the "real world" of day jobs we all have, we'd ever get away with A) making excuses about getting a top priority project done week after week after week, B) letting individual egos sabotage team projects, and C) getting revenge on the person who fucked up your work in a way that fucks up everyone else's, too.

Long story short, here's what's happened over the last few months: As of early December, Sound Engineer/Bass Player had recorded all parts for all songs, except vocals, and had begun to work on mixing. Singer/Songwriter was supposed to record vocals by the end of December, early January, so that Sound Engineer/Bass Player could finish the mixing and get the thing mastered before ze got busy with a bunch of other paid projects that were coming up later in the month. But Singer/Songwriter, dealing with a series of misfortunes (getting sick and losing hir voice for a week -- thus unable to record, losing hir job, possibly getting kicked out of hir apartment) was unable to live up to this commitment.

Now, Sound Engineer/Bass Player, along with Drummer (who put up a bunch of money for studio time, since we didn't have much in the show fund), might have been able to deal better with the delay if Singer/Songwriter hadn't pissed them off in other ways, like talking shit about multi-city tours and Grammy nominations before the album was even finished -- even as ze kept making excuses about not recording vocals.

Eventually, Singer/Songwriter did finish the vocals, but by that time, Sound Engineer/Bass Player had other commitments -- paying commitments -- and couldn't put in the time to finish mixing and mastering

What really pushed them over the edge, though, was when Singer/Songwriter, who also hadn't been producing any new material (because, of course, the album wasn't finished!), unequivocally vetoed the prospect of the band learning new songs that Drummer and Sound Engineer/Bass Player were working on.

I suppose this was when I started to get frustrated, too, because it really is hard to keep a group together when everybody is tired of the same old songs.

A badly publicized daytime show in April was the last straw. The group split, technically unofficially, but Drummer and Sound Engineer/Bass Player are convinced Singer/Songwriter is mentally unstable and want nothing more to do with hir.

Plus, they actually have been writing music.

And so, last night, at Drummer's rich parents' McMansion out in the suburbs, a smaller group of us got together to play through some new material.

Finally.

All instrumental. No vocals. And it was good, although, personally, I do miss the people who weren't there, including Singer/Songwriter.

Then, after we played, we had beer and grilled veggies and roasted corn and potatoes and hot dogs (well, I didn't have any hot dogs, being a vegetarian) by the ridiculously large pool in the ridiculously large backyard, as we tried to convince Sound Engineer/Bass Player that ze should finish mixing and mastering the album for us, for all the hard work we'd put into it, and forget about Singer/Songwriter.
The veggie skewers before they went on the grill.
But all ze kept saying was how Singer/Songwriter would take all the credit -- and that, at this point, ze was so sick of Singer/Songwriter's voice that ze didn't think ze could stand listening to it long enough to finish what needed to be done.

Ze did mellow a little with beer and food.

I suppose we'll just have to keep working on hir with more combo rehearsals/pool parties.

And who could complain about that?

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Popular Past Posts

According to my stats, it appears that a couple of posts I wrote a while ago are getting an increase in traffic of late. Not sure why. But whatever. For readers who may have missed them, those two posts are:

Random Observations from Inside the Belly of the Beast, in which I talk about, during my first few weeks as Think Tank Secretary, being undercover, so-to-speak, at a right-wing shindig here in Crapitol City.

And then, there's this one, Oppression: A New Definition, in which I respond to the rantings of a "delusional anti-government Randite fuckebagge" (thanks for that one CPP. I'll be quoting it for a loooong time!) if ever there was one. And the motherfucker's not only delusional but obsessive-compulsive about Googling his own name. Crazy bastard, who publishes in the WSJ no less, left a comment mere moments after I put the post up. On MY humble, smart-ass, stupid blog! (yeah, go read that one, and feel free to leave a belated comment of your own that puts him in his place!).

If you liked either of those two posts, you might also like this one, Saga of the Letter -- Or, a Lesson in Rhetoric, which hasn't been getting any traffic at all but which made Think Tank Boss laugh out loud at the time because it so truly illustrates how things work around here sometimes.

And if none of those makes you laugh out loud yourselves, go over and check out this hilarious piece in The Onion: Fiscally I'm A Right-Wing Nutjob, But On Social Issues I'm Fucking Insanely Liberal. Pretty much sums things up.

Ah, paradox. How I do thrive on thee!

Friday, June 3, 2011

Access to Knowledge Is a Privilege of Affiliation. Should It Always Be?

After getting over my initial irritation yesterday at being cut off from remote access to Grad U's subscription databases, I have a few more thoughts on what "affiliation" means -- on what it preserves and protects and who benefits:
  • It protects access to knowledge as an institutional (and institutionalized) privilege.
  • It restricts the production of new knowledge by limiting access to the resources necessary to produce it.
  • It thereby preserves boundaries of inclusion and exclusion that serve the interests of the institution but not necessarily those of knowledge workers, Knowledge itself, or society at large.
Now, I speak from a privileged position myself. Because Crapitol City where I live is also host not only to Grad U Library but to The Greatest Library in the World, the only barrier to my access to these subscription databases is my own lazy a$$, just as the only real obstacle to reinventing myself as an independent scholar is, likewise, my own laziness.

But, what about those who aren't so geographically fortunate? What about someone living in a remoter place who says "fuck it" to working as an adjunct but, like me, aspires to reinvent hirself as a sometime independent scholar? Such a person might move away from an adjunct job in remote Grad U town to somewhere ze can earn a a decent living doing something outside academe. That place is probably not Crapitol City. More likely, it's Hometown, where ze can live rent free while making up for lost wages as a grad student and adjunct by living with hir parents for a while. Or, maybe it's going somewhere ze knows someone who can offer hir a job.

In either case,  it isn't likely that the nearest public library also happens to be The Greatest Library in the World.

Most postacademics who say "fuck it" to institutional employment also say "fuck it" to being a scholar. So, there's no problem being cut off. But what about those who don't? Isn't it in the interests of the Pursuit of Knowledge more generally that access to knowledge NOT be restricted exclusively by affiliation?

Instead, would-be independent scholars -- alumni, former adjuncts, perhaps others -- ought to have the option of retaining remote access (and maybe interlibrary loan) through one of the following means:
  • Pay for it. I'd be willing to. Heck, I'd be willing to pay a couple hundred bucks a year for remote access -- and that's just because I'm lazy. I cannot fathom why Grad U doesn't offer this as an option. What have they got to lose?
  • Have an approved research project (like, say, turning your dissertation into a book). The library could have some sort of formal process for applying for the privilege of "non-affiliated" access.This raises some of the same questions as institutional privilege more generally does but would make access to knowledge available to people who, arguably, should have it but don't because they are "unaffiliated." Indeed, there's a class factor here, too, as I imagine there must be people who would like to remain within academe and continue with their scholarship but cannot afford to feed their families on an adjunct's salary.
  • Some combination of the first two suggestions.
But I am deluding myself in entertaining these fantasies. Institutional privileges preserves institutional systems.

(So, come on all you would-be independent scholars who are afraid to quit your adjunct jobs! Go ahead and quit and move on over here to Crapitol City, where you, too, can work as a Think Tank Secretary and, during your lunch break, hop a bus, incognito, over to The Greatest Library in the World -- where you can pick up where you left off after your defense.)

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Fuck You, Grad U!

Fuckers cut off my remote library access as of yesterday.

It would be worse if I didn't live in the same town, because, living here, I can still go there in person and use the subscription databases. And I can still check books out.

But Goddamnit! This pisses me off. It's inconvenient to go there just for, say, one or two articles.

I worked there since 2003. If they're not gonna pay adjuncts, the least they could do is offer lifetime library privileges.

Fuckers.

(and, no, I don't apologize for the profanity.)