How to do things with boxes

Rather than diving into John Austin’s How To Do Things With Words
tonight, I’m refueling.  Presented on Foucault–again–tonight; that
went well.  Tomorrow I carry on about Ways of Reading in an online
distance curric. for FYC–talk and talk until folks are yawning or fifteen
minutes passes, whichever comes first.

And to restore my creative groove tonight, I knew what I’d do at the moment
D. pulled the last Puffs tissue from the box here in the office: box
bot
.  I’m ashamed to say I can’t remember the sequence of links that
led me to this the other day (Metafilter?  Slashdot?  Some kind,
unattributed blogger on my roll or one degree removed?).  Shameful, but I’m
filled with gratitude if it’s worth anything.

Here’s the bot.  Unremarkable, perhaps, but carved, scissor notch by
scissor notch, from a drab, empty Puffs box–a box pulled empty of its puffy
softness by the whole family’s first cold in Syracuse. 

Box bot

You really should try one–even especially if it
turns into something you never imagined.

Through Drawring

I’m giving another 5-10 minute spiel on Foucault Monday evening (bc Barthes:
canned).  This time, I’ve committed to map-charting the model(s) spelled
out in the last chapter of TOOT.  I’m fairly satisfied with what I
have so far, but a few cues in the last parts of the chapter still have me
scratching my head.  I’m not sure how best to represent history as a
concept that pre-existed the modern human sciences; I have no idea how to fold
the strict ethnology-psychoanalysis model into the countersciences scheme
I have here; and, I haven’t decided what to do with the problem of
linguistics
–the grand dilemma of the whole book. 


"The domain of the modern episteme should be represented rather as a volume
of space open in three dimensions" (346).

"In relation to biology, to economics, to the sciences of
language, [the human sciences as configured] are not, therefore, lacking in
exactitude and rigour; they are rather like sciences of duplication, in a ‘meta-epistemological’
position" (355).

"But when one follows the movement of psychoanalysis as
it progresses, or when one traverses the epistemological space as whole, one
sees that these figures are in fact–though imaginary no doubt to the myopic
gaze–the very forms of finitude, as it is analyzed in modern thought"
(375).

Please let me know if you see anything disastrously wrong with
any of the models. My renderings are best guesses, and my expectation is that
we’ll process ’em into distortion through the group-fueled critique machine
Monday night.  In case you think my day was a total waste (if this is all
I have to show for it), I’ll have you know I assembled a kitchen countertop
island thing’mabob with wheels *and* watched a few minutes of SU’s impressive
win over the Rutgers Scarlet Knights *and* hanged a fresh clothes bar in Ph.’s
closet.  The old bar just wouldn’t bear his weight when he climbed for
something way up on the top shelf–rather than asking for a hand–last
night.  Like the modern episteme spelled out by Foucault, it all crashed, a
structure-less rubble-heap of fabric and debris.

Archisemiotics, To Critiques of Space

Like Chuck,
I started my FY writing class early this morning with a teaser about the debates
last night:
who watched?  next-day gut-level impressions?  

The first comment in my 8:30 a.m. section: "George Bush came off as
really likable and genuine.  He was angry at times, but he was real, like
somebody you’d meet at a bar.  His vocabulary seemed more everyday. 
He came right out and said ‘You can’t do that.  The president can’t lead
that way.’"

Mm-hmm.  Okay.  The barstool intellectual stumble-de-do is exactly
the thing that worries some folks (although I won’t name specific names).
<loop> It’s a lot of work.  You can’t say wrong war, wrong place,
wrong time.  What message does that send?  It’s a lot of work. 
Six-party talks…if ever we ever needed China, now.
</loop>

Students had great insights on the debates; they recognized nuance between
the candidates, articulated them with conviction that this election matters to
them.  We shifted our attention after several minutes, even though some
students preferred a sustained conversation about the event over the other plans
for the hour.  The connection, for us, came from the debate’s framed
emphases: foreign policy and homeland security.  Homeland security
is particularly timely in these classes–the two I teach every MWF.  The
courses are organized around questions involving spatial analysis–geographies
of exclusion, socio-spatial critiques of the campus and of hometown spaces, and
arguments about surveillance, privatization of public spaces, neighborhood
watches and localized security poses, perceptions of threat, and so on.  In
fact, the second assignment is called, "Homeland (In)Securities." 
So I wanted to move from the debates–how would we understand homeland
security if we could read the notion through last night’s debates alone?
–to
our current, in-progress projects on hometown spaces, memory work, strangers and
safety, contested zones, etc.–how can we extend the idea of a controlled
surrounds (in the debates, taken to the limits of the globe,
empirically
exhaustive) to the material-spatial patterns of policing, security,
"known" threats and deliberate municipal designs aimed at thwarting
risk?

I grumbled about Mike Davis’s "Fortress L.A." article (from City
of Quartz
), earlier in the week, but I’m doubling back on those doubts now
that the classes read the chapter.  Davis adopts a term I’m growing ever
more fond of as we move ahead with spatial analysis–archisemiotics. 
Basically, Davis argues that L.A.’s architectural development implies
unambiguous messages about social homogeneity in the urban center.  If we
accept the latency of meaning in the city-scape (buildings, barriers), reading
spaces becomes a process of seeing significance in spatial design as it
determines who can go where, when, for how long, etc., and imposes a character
on the peopling of the space, its social flows–viscocities.  It makes
structures rhetorically significant, inscribing them to their perimeters with a
sentience–not unlike, according to Davis, the eerie, systematized conscience of
the building in Die Hard. 

I suppose there’s a whole lot more to it than I can exhaust here and now–or
than I’d even care to considering I have one helluva cold.  I just wanted
to register an few thoughts about teaching at SU this semester–because I
haven’t yet–and, too, comment on last night’s debate.  The cross-over this
morning, even though I’m not teaching courses with an explicit focus on the
election, was striking–even exciting; it was a pleasant reminder that I’ll
never be too busy to savor moments when students are brilliantly conversant with
each other over hard questions.

Practice-Oriented Education and Biro

In the latest Atlantic Monthly‘s "College Admissions 2004"
section, Richard Freeland, president of Northeastern University, lightly
historicizes the tensions between vocationalism and liberal arts, then, deriving
an "I pick grey" gradient, tabs a new, emergent, blended plan as
"The Third Way"–an interdisciplinary conflation of lib-intellectual
inquiry and market readiness, buttressed by off-campus practica.  

Gradually taking shape is a curricular "third way" that
systematically integrates liberal education, professional education, and
off-campus experience to produce college graduates who are both well educated
and well prepared for the workplace.

If not earth-shaking, it is at least interesting because the case for a
practical orientation doesn’t attach to any particular discipline, nor does it
reconcile itself with the methods loosely associated with critical pedagogy in
composition, particularly.  

But another response to the trends of the 1970s and 1980s, which received
much less attention, may be of greater long-term importance.  Some
educators recognized that higher education had been permanently democratized,
and that many students–including some of the most talented–had a legitimate
interest in preparing themselves for the workplace.

It does, however, pat the back of UMaryland’s "World Courses" gen-ed
core where there’s a course "focused on the damming of the Nile River […]
taught by members of the departments of civil engineering, microbiology, and
government politics."  And the article eventually suggests that
"some preliminary version[s]" of practice-oriented education have, in
various guises, already coalesced over the last thirty years, stopping just
short of formal edu-trend nomenclature. .  I agree that such a plan (if we
must formally call it a plan, rather than seeing it as a manifestation of
students’ desires to customize programs of study and to do education)
deserves our attention.  Particularly, it deserves our attention in
composition because "The Third Way," as presented here, doesn’t
mention the universal requirement.  More notably, perhaps, on the work of
teaching, it says

[I]mplementing a practice-oriented curriculum is not easy.  It
requires faculties to collaborate across lines of professional separation that
have been in place for generations.  It requires colleges and
universities to provide more than token support for off-campus programs. 
And it requires a level of attention to undergraduate learning that many
university professors will find difficult to muster.

How, then, does it reconcile with dependencies on part-time labor?  I
won’t pretend to have a clear perspective on the inner-workings of instructor
hiring and teaching assignments at any institution, but at first glance it looks
like Northeastern U. relies on part-timers to staff its FY writing course along
with several other gen-ed requirements in the School
of General Studies
.  I see 2FT:6PT writing instructors in the SGS. 
Whether or not it’s the case that adjuncts bear a considerable share of the U.’s
overall teaching labor, it undoubtedly holds true at many schools. 

That’s all I really wanted to get at here: it’s fine to have schemes for
revolutionizing education, but they often go bust when they don’t reconcile with
labor practices. 

Note: The article’s full
text
is available via subscription only, but that should life once the
edition ages.

***

For fun, I want to build one of these. 
[via Metafilter]

Oil y Automatons

Ontology, fua, fua…
Ontology, fua, fua, fua…

[This is the sound of my brain-motor oiled with too much reading.]

Looking one day ahead–all critical pedagogy: Shor on why vocationalism
spells r-u-i-n and what he was doing in his classroom in 1979 (hamburgers as
objects of inquiry, wedding contracts, so on); Thelin & Bertoncino on the
plight of comp-teaching Kroger clerk who was assailed by Dr. Jones, the crank
observer; good ole Freire–conscientization.

Looking to next Monday–We’re spending another week on Foucault’s The
Order of [Words and] Things
, too. But we voted on it; I lost. We need
another week to map episteme shifts since the Baroke Breaque
17th c.  But I get the project, more or less (fine…perhaps
less), and I feel ready to move on.  So I voted ‘nay’ on continuing with
more ruminations. Others: ‘yey.’  Democratic.  But I don’t want to
explain here what it means for Barthes (who sat in the week where a third bout
of Foucault now sits).  Dammit! ‘Course Barthes will remain in my
project.  And, in protest, I’m referring to Foucault’s book acronymically
as TOOT for a while. 

Have  you ever read something you put on the schedule for a class you’re
teaching, just before you’re about to work with it, and think,
"What?"  Wednesday morning: Mike Davis’s c. 4 from City of
Quartz
: "Fortress L.A."  What? fua…fua…

Lose and Lose and

Philadelphia Eagles (3-0) def. Detroit Lions (2-1), 30-13

But I didn’t watch much because, instead, I was piling word by carefully
chosen word through a summary of the last chapter from The Order of Things
for class tomorrow night. I’ll post it in the extended entry area since I
wouldn’t want to misrepresent this as aToo Orangey
academic blog exactly.  Not yet.  Plus, the summary is
terminologically hip-boots marshy; it gets by on borrowed terms, awkwardly
jumbled, squishy.  But it’ll do the trick, I think, and I was just so
Fouc-ing relieved to be at the end of The Order of Things that a bit of
disorderliness was due.  Seriously, though, I hope we will sort out whether
F.’s rhetoric as epistemic tags him as a sophist (au wisdom) or a skeptic
(au infinite regress)…or neither.  Both?

***

When I clicked on the slogan
generator
this morning, it brought up "Too Orangey For Braddock
Essays."  A’right!  However, I’d never heard the slogan. 
Found it gets play in this fun advertisement (mpg,
4.2mb
) for Kia-ora.  Is it orange soda?  

***

Eating baked potatoes for tonight’s meal when Andy
Rooney
came on the tube.  I haven’t watched 60 Minutes in a long
time, and tonight, having caught only the end, it was 5 Minutes. 
The guru crabster was carrying on about disingenuous efforts to mobilize the
votary public.  Get out and vote campaigns, he grumbled, are a crock; they
stir disinterested, uninformed dummies, rustle the lethargic from civic
slumber….  Like-always Rooney.  Pure crust.  But then he
said, 

I’d be willing to bet that it’s the dumbest people among us who are least
likely to vote too, and that’s fine with me. I don’t want anyone dumber than I
am voting.

[…]

If you’re a new citizen, wait another four years until you understand
English well enough to know what the candidates are talking about before you
vote.

Way to go, CBS.  How completely asinine does it have to be before you
relieve his crotchety-ness from making a total, hateful fool of himself? 
At once I felt a tinge of pity because he’s so confused and a wave of
shock because he spoke in such unapologetic and  irrevocable seriousness to hundreds of thousands of viewers saying, insomanywords, that non-English speakers, despite U.S. citizenship, ought to learn English before voting.  

*** 

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Moore: Whenever I can, I prefer to do nothing

Michael Moore was on campus Wednesday evening speaking in rotation as part of
SU’s fall lineup on humor.  Doonesbury’s Garry Trudeau spoke just one night
earlier, I think.  I missed both events;  too damn much going on.

A colleague and new friend in the writing program, knowing I was sorry to
miss the event, hit me with a brief review of Moore’s talk along with this link
to the report in the Daily Orange: "Filmaker
rehashes politics in Dome speech."

[Oh yeah and: Requires login: use ewm@ewm.com to gain access to the full article.]

I would like to have observed some of the call and response interactions between Moore and the audience, but other than that, the coverage suggests this visit was what
you’d expect from M.M.–provocation, flippancy, and polemics sweetened with
rhetorics of humor.

Though the crowd seemed to be mostly in support of Moore, he
didn’t escape occasional heckling. After Moore finished calling Bush an ATM
for the rich, one person yelled, "Why don’t you give back some of your
money?" When he told the audience that it was best to turn off the TV for
everything other than "The Daily Show," another person called out,
"How much did you get for that one?"

Tempo

I plunked out a long lamentation about workload, strain and self-pity, then
blew it off the monitor with an Elbovian wisp: ‘DEL’.  This looks
like it’s going to take a lot of work.  With a few small
exceptions–nothing shocking or out of the ordinary–I’m getting exactly what I
bargained for.  My only immediate concern is reconciling rhythm with tempo.
Thinking +/- 250 BPM.

So after class tonight I wedged in another mini-span for family
time–frozen (then baked) pizzas and an hour straight of The Family Guy. 
Probably could’ve found tickets to hear Michael Moore talk about humor at the
Carrier Dome, but running between classes and colloquia and office hours from
8:30 a.m. this morning until 7:15 p.m. this evening had me feeling like enough
was enough. Figure, as well, that anything remarkable from the talk will hover
over campus for the next few days.

And the final bit, I suppose, is common enough.  When I try to write
anything lately, I feel over-stimulated–jammed. I record reading notes, even
post them to my  other tinderblog (mostly unlinked scraps, fragments,
orts…or the new fave word of the week: melange).  And I’ve been
typing a whole bunch of stuff–response papers and so on.  But when I try
to write, I struggle.  Ebb?

C-Fair and Prep

D. insisted I turn off the computer, stow the books, momentarily look away
from the huge stack of essays I collected on Friday and get out of the
house.  Walk around.

2004 Westcott Cultural Fair, E. Syracuse, NY

So we headed two blocks over to the 2004 Westcott Cultural Fair, a one-day brouha
with streetitude, activism, performance. Phenomenally hep.  We could have
picked up enough "Bush Must Go" yard signs to winterize the apartment,
cover the windows, tile the floor, which is really on my mind b/c the outdoors
dipped to 41 F last night, and the indoors weren’t far from it. Scarf? And those
signs, they’re everywhere.  Pleasant relief, So. Platte County (Mo.) with
its strict ban on eclecticism this is not.

But we didn’t collect any stuff in Westcott, as such.  Instead, we each
gulped a cheeseburger (it really was gulpably drippy, greasewet).  I’m back
home now:  touching up my Fouctastic handout
(PDF)
for tomorrow evening’s ten minutes on The Order of Things and,
too, flipping through the Nature section in Composition in Four Keys for
Wednesday, planning a drive to Kinkos and thinking about how I’m going to fit
ten hours of work into the six hours I have before bedtime.

Lines

Reading Foucault today, I got sloppy with the underlining and found I was
marking through whole lines of text.  Then I thought, well, that’s
okay.  Maybe it’s better to simply draw lines through the non-essential
bits. Tonight, just going to register a glimpse of my unconventional
reading/annotation method:

Everything would be manifest and immediately knowable if the
hermeneutics of resemblance and the semiology of signatures coincided
without the slightest
parallax. But because the similitudes
that form the graphics of the world are one
‘cog’ out of
alignment with those that form its discourse, knowledge and the infinite labour
it involves find here the space that is proper to them: it is their task to
weave their ways across this distance, pursuing
an endless zigzag
course from resemblance to what it resembles.