Proselytize

Good news arrived via email this morning from a long-time compadre,
Mike J., who’s freshly on board with a well known political action group for the next
two months.  He just switched coasts in July, too, moving from San Fran to
NYC.  And now, as I understand it, he’s off to Milwaukee where he’ll be
mobilized to one of a series of swing-states to move the
populus.  

It gets better: he set up a blog for the endeavor: …And
You Will Know Me By The Trail
. For me, it was a no-brainer to add to my
blogroll; Mike and I were at the same U. in the early 90’s, so I
wanted to sneak in a plug. As well, I am interested in suggesting his emerging
blog project as a bookmark/fave site for folks who are teaching
election-centered courses this fall.  An on-the-trail voice from hotly
contested states might connect in some way or another.  

Into the Engine

EWM’s been called to service for the following keyphrase searches so far this
September.  It’s no easy job being a connected, searchable blog.

cat leg shake | Cats need exercise too.
kansas city ethiomart | Kansas side, on Shawnee Mission Parkway west of
I-35.  Big bags of injeta.
pizza hut wingstreet | Breaded and gristly and deep-fried.  And no
lemon pepper flavor, like Wingstop has (if you must eat wings).
becoming a licensed psychic | Can you tell what I’m thinking?
moth kansas explode | Time on your hands, eh?
que es plagiarismo | Copying of the most reprehensible kind.
picture his long toenails | Say cheese?
list of 2004 email addresses of members of associations of earth moving
machines in u s a aol.com
| Nothing turned up, did it?
taylorism advantages | Well, there’s efficiency for one.
when i grow up exemplification essay | "When I grow up…"
i wish you good luck | Thanks.  Same to you.
chemicals in wonka nerd rope | Sweet, sugary chemicals.  Chemicals
taste good.  No matter to me how they glue the Nerds to the rope, that’s
some damn fine candy.
stories dentist mouth drill chair | Really, Doc, floss away, hard as you
can.
jeff
rice moth music
| What the heck?  At EWM?

Under Ten Minutes

So if you had to do a ten minutes or less talk on Foucault and
rhetoric as epistemic and it had to push off from The Order of Things,
what would you be sure to mention?  Just curious.

Newer habit: fashionably tippling water from a Diet Pepsi bottle.  Can’t
believe the ugly habits that emerge from being stacked-up busy.  I call it Aqua
Pepsi–free refills at the hallway fountain.

Dodged an Eagleton-Williams one-two on C|culture|s in class this
evening.  RayWill–for good reason–got the hog’s share our attention, but
I left wondering whether Eagleton, in his coup de gras was joshing around
when he says, "It is time, while acknowledging its significance, to put
[culture] back in its place."  Hedging, I say.  Er, or so I
said in hunk of my mini analysis paper.  Note for later:  bask in
Williams’ chunk on "The Structure of Feeling" just a bit more. A warm
feeling in there.

Tomorrow:  Office hours teeming with visiting students (What do you
want, exactly!?); Resnikoff’s NUC-MLC newsletter from 1969, Sondra Perl on
"The Composing Processes of the Unskilled College Writer," C. Wright
Mills, "Letter to the New Left," Jerry Farber and Louis Kampf, and
MaCrorie’s Uptaught; and touching up a few teaching details, as in what
next.

On "snooty
intellectual debate"
(scroll to bottom): check out the letter to the ed
in today’s Post-Standard responding to new chancellor Nancy Cantor’s
invitation to the community for a visit to campus as part of the "Soul of
Syracuse" campaign.

Build-Up and Dispossession

We motored over to the soccer stadium near Manley Fieldhouse around 1:15 p.m.
today, fifteen minutes after the start of the men’s soccer match between SU and
Boston College.  Tied, they were, nil-nil.  It was beautiful, sunny
weather.  Syracuse, I’ve concluded, is a town shrouded in weather
moods.  When it’s sunny, great place.  When it’s cloudy/rainy,
straight pits.

Ph. got in for free b/c it was Youth Day.  B.C. is currently ranked #8
in the nation, it turns out; they were deep in SU’s backfield when we arrived
mid-way through the first half.  

SU’s got a young team this year, and their reputation in soccer is
unremarkable.  Orange soccer, in my regard, is anxious soccer, or so
it was today.  Touch, touch, dispossession.  Touch, dispossession.
Dispossession, dispossession. And while I’m certainly no expert on the finer
points of high-level soccer, I understand one of the basic tenets of
passing-oriented team sports (basketball, soccer, etc.) to be build-up: coordinations
of spacing, angularity, control, and distribution.  In hoops, the gem play
is the give-n-go (well, fine…not to mention the screen-n-roll–an entry for
another day).  In futbol, it’s the give-give-give-give-give-give-n-goal (or
SOG)–all predicated on masterful control and possession, which seems immensely
more complicated because it is hands-free and kept by boundaries.  

Perhaps because the level of Big East soccer is extraordinary, the
build-ups for both teams today were sub-par.  The kick-away style,
characterized by desperate long-balls, was so glaring that Ph. and I started
counting sequences in the second half.  (Of course, it’s not official, but)
SU had a total of two strings with three passes or more; BC had as many as seven
or eight strings of three passes or more, including two strings of five
gives–the best examples of possession and sharing of the last half of the
match.  On one of the three-pass build-ups, BC scored the only goal of the
match. Final: BC 1, SU 0.

SU’s next home match is against Georgetown on October 3, but I don’t know whether we’ll hurry back to the stadium or grow into full-blow Orange soccer fans.  It was Youth Day, after all, and near the end of the match, a frustrated player let loose an f-list curse toward the kid-filled stands.  No jog-over acknowledgements after the match.  And I get it that sports can be frustrating, disappointing, etcetera, and that classy programs tend to be winning programs these days.  If nothing else, it added to a sense of nostalgia about the program at my last U., where vocal cussers, rare as they are, do push-ups on the sidelines and the entire team and coaching staff always–home and away–clap an appreciative gesture, even after a loss.  And so it doesn’t concern me that Ph, for now, has recanted his wish to be a ball boy.  Doesn’t concern me one bit.

Thieves, All

Clicking through the register of my new bloglines
account, I found this bit from Wired News called "Facing
the Copyright Rap."
  A triumvirate of judges in Cincinnati put
their noggins together–clunk!–and ruled that sampling is a violation of
copyright law.  Best part–even if the snippets are unidentifiable as
a re-appropriation of another’s protected works.

"If you cannot pirate the whole sound recording, can you ‘lift’ or
‘sample’ something less than the whole? Our answer to that question is in the
negative," the court said.

"In the negative"?:  Does that mean ‘no’?  Or must we
find different ways to say ‘no’ because it’s been used before in a song or two?
(Aside: Simon Frith showed us the voice is an instrument, too, right?)

And I oughta stop here because it’s too easy to fisk on the statement from the Cincy judges and
because I should be reading Eagleton’s book on culture right about now. But it’s
a problematic ruling for a whole heap of reasons, not the least of which–in my
world–is a workshop I’m arranging on the remix essay later this semester. 
Especially if we want to put students’ work on the web, and especially if
we want their work to re-appropriate copyrighted material in the public sphere,
how should we distinguish between the tried and true rules about attribution
when, as this ruling would have us accept, sampling need "not rise to the
level of legally cognizable appropriation" for it to violate
copyright.  As kindling to the (out)rageous plagiarism debate, particularly
as we venture away from the paper-bound essay.

Giddy-up

How’s my evening going?  Glad you care to know.

Twenty-two adware busts and seven five viruses scrubbed from
the coffers of this ill-behaving PC.  

Gone from Ad-Aware
6.0
to Spybot
S&D 1.3
to AVG. 
Still need a personal firewall from Sygate. 
And my brother recommended www.helponthe.net
rather than wailing at him through my cellphone about this fine tangle.

But I still can’t get a handle on BackDoor.Agent.2.H.  Sneaky trojan
horse, that one.  Two instances of it will have to sit stable for
now.  Behave!  I teach in the morning, and I’m flat out of time for
battling tech villains. Granted, I could have been more careful to see that everything was properly calibrated when the Road Runner folks departed.

It’s Both A Pressure and Privilege To Be Here

Ken MaCrorie’s Uptaught
is funny as hell. We have about seventy pages of it excerpted for Tuesday’s
Curriculum and Pedagogy session.  It’s particularly interesting for how he
pits Percival the computer as essay-reader against the robotic, mechanistic
professorate.  MaCrorie (of I Search notoriety) comes around to a
method of spurring invigorated self-discovery toward students’ notice of voice,
intellect, conscience–blended.  But he’s ingenious for the way he parodies the
field, for the way he cracks on the serious posturing among those who "preach
Engfish."  

PUBLICIZE THEIR ERRORS

Engfish teachers pass around to each other what they call
"bloopers" made by students in their papers.  They post them on
bulletin boards.  They send them to teachers’ magazines , which publish
them as humorous material to fill empty spaces in their pages.  Three of
the commonest slips are:

1.  His parents were having martial trouble.
2.  He took it for granite.
3. The boys were studing in the lounge of the girls’ dormitory.

In the column heading of a recent issue of an English teachers’ state
association newsletter appeared the words CALENDER. In the graduate school I
attended the English Department distributed to faculty and students a notice
containing the word GRAMMER. These bloopers were not posted or printed in
magazines as filler. (72)

Okay, so MaCrorie’s a hoot.  WTF’s the point?  We’re reading this
as a lens on the compositional redirect–stuff in the early sixties that carved
out a space for composition as the modern behemoth spillway in higher ed–the
conditions (Dartmouth Conference and NCTE’s The National Interest and the
Teaching of English) as the incubus for what’s since taken root.  And in
another class, it’s Sharon Crowley’s Comp
in the University
that takes up the stance (through polemicals and historicals…mostly
excessive historicals!) that we oughta cut the FY course loose. Perhaps. We.
Should.  To the sea.

I find the National Interest rationale especially interesting in light of the
resulting material strains felt by teachers who were by and large destroyed
(critically) in the NCTE’s report.  Stop it!  Material conditions suck
(onward).  That’s clear.  That hasn’t changed.  Teacher shortages,
class sizes, resources, technologies ("Composition, literature, and
language are taught more effectively in rooms which permit the storage of books
and papers, as well as the use of recordings, tape recorders, and other
audio-visual aids," goes the NTCE doc.) all were named in 1961 as musts for the bedding of
National Interest and the Teaching of English.  The whole "send it in
motion" pretense makes me think about the Russian space program,
particularly all of the animals that went, unknowing, into the beyond. 
Poor Laika.
Poor comp.

But material strains and abominable labor practices–it seems to me–are only
a few of the problems deserving attention (and leading us to seriously
consider Crowley’s plan–note, I’m only halfway through b/c the book hasn’t
arrived yet…only a six-chapter tease), and in the mini-paper (called Crowley:
A Response
) I’m about to write, I plan to call out the top-down tenure and
promotion meritocracy as one more of the fundamental constraints defining the
field as we know it.  In a field so notably self-conscious about its legacy
of inferiorities in English Departments and plodding with the cement shoes of a
broadly perceived service ethic, burdened additionally by what Donna Strickland
dubs the managerial unconscious , composition–of all fields (and, why not?,
others too)–needs ways to re-imagine the safeguarded meritocracies , especially in an era
where over-stocked archives and gobs of peer-reviewed information (spilling far
and wide, disciplinarily vast) make entrance into the field drowningly ominous
for all who approach.

No Amount of Pepper

Question:  How watery can it be and still classify as chili?

water, meat, beans, tomatoes

I boiled up some bland, bland chili for dinner tonight.  Not used to
concocting with fresh tomatoes (a gift!).  Upside:  My chili’s always
more savory on the second night. The key ingredient is time spent
together.

What’s in your bag?

What I thought yesterday was a good idea has me struggling over the whole
revelatory ethic.  This entry proves the struggle’s status for now. 
For a few months, I’ve been fielding questions from family and friends who ask,
"Now what exactly will you be doing at Syracuse?". 
Teaching, reading, writing, thinking, walking, biking and so on.  And maybe
the better question is what I’ll be carrying around with me while I’m doing all
of that other stuff.  So the meme goes: What’s in your bag for these
sixteen weeks?
(Fine.  It’s not a meme until somebody else does
it, too, but this is by all means memable.) And so

I’m toting around lime Tic-Tacs, a small bottle of Advil, a 64MB jump drive
(in need of upsizing, I think), a few electronic gadgets, a Sharpie marker, a
Guadalupe charm, office and house keys (but no car keys!…wait, what’s
this?…a valet key for the Honda in my bag? Wha?), a file thick with collected
papers relating to this and that, a piece of chalk, two dry-erase markers, a
legal pad, (for one day only) a pile of 40 syllabi for two sections of WRT105,
and a shifting array of articles to accompany what follows for the semester of
study: 

601 Introduction to Scholarship in Composition and Rhetoric
Handa, Carolyn, ed. Visual Rhetoric in a Digital World: A Critical
Sourcebook
( 2004)
Crowley, Sharon. Composition in the University: Historical and Polemical
Essays
(1998)
Wiley, Mark, Barbara Gleason, and Louise Phelps, eds. Composition in Four Keys: Inquiring into the
Field
(1996)
Marable, Manning. The Great Wells of Democracy: The Meaning of Race in
America
(2003)
Gilyard, Keith and Vorris Nunley, eds. Rhetoric and Ethnicity (2004)
Smitherman, Geneva and Victor Villanueva, eds. Language Diversity in the Classroom: from Intention to
Practice
(2003)
Selfe, Cynthia L. Technology and Literacy in the Twenty First Century: the Importance of Paying
Attention
(1999)

631 Twentieth Century Rhetorical Studies
J.L. Austin, How to Do Things With Words ( 1975)
R. Barthes, Mythologies ( 1973)
Judith Butler, Excitable Speech : A Politics of the Performative ( 1997)
Terry Eagleton, Idea of Culture ( 2000)
Frantz Fanon , Black Skin, White Masks ( 1991)
Michel Foucault, Order of Things : An Archaeology of the Human Sciences
( 1994)
Rosemary Hennessy, Materialist Feminism and the Politics of Difference
(1993)
Lakoff, George, Moral Politics: What Conservatives Know That Liberals Don’t
( 1996)
Chela Sandoval, Methodology of the Oppressed ( 2000)
Raymond Williams, Marxism and Literature ( 1985)

732 Critical Studies in Writing Curriculum
Ira Shor, Critical Teaching and Everyday Life (1987) 
A. Suresh Canagarajah, A Geopolitics of Academic Writing (2002)
Andrea Lunsford, Crossing Borderlands: Composition and Postcolonial Studies (2004)
Arjuna Parakrama, Language and Rebellion : Discursive Unities and the Possibility of Protest
(1990)
[??] Lyons, Espejos y Ventanas
Gil Ott, No Restraints : An Anthology of Disability Culture in Philadelphia
(2002)
Antonio Gramsci, Selections from the Prison Notebooks (1971) 
Ellen Cushman, Literacy : A Critical Sourcebook (2001)
[??] Deans, Writing Partnership

Note to sore back:  We won’t be carrying everything at once. 

What’s in your bag?

Drink Up

For some time now, I’ve had a casual interest in water policy. 
Huh?  Right, I know, I know.  Where’d that come from?  

I’m thinking about that very question this morning–where’d that come from.
It started with something I read in my MA program–probably Silko–about the
desert Southwest, battles over subdivisions in places where land is cheap and
water is invaluable (really valuable, that is).  Folks in the
Southwestern U.S., as I think of them, have been jockeying for aquifers since
the Hoover Dam "stabilized" the Colorado River in 1935. Seems to me Silko
mentions the art of fountain placement–of decorating the gates to new
subdivisions with trickling or bubbling statuettes–as a kind of deeply
persuasive appeal: you’ll be fine on this parcel of land; there’s water
here. 

This morning’s water news comes from an article in the New
Scientist
–one of the feedlines I set up a looong time ago (in July),
back when I had leisure time for reading stuff on the web, blogging–called
"Asian farmers sucking the continent dry."  It’s an interesting
report on the water crisis in Asia, the stakes for China and India,
particularly.  Carrying forward from the Stockholm
Water Summit
are moderate (and none-too-Doomsday, I say) concerns about the
inevitability of water crises resulting from drilling, tapping, pumping, 
irrigating, and self-regulated use.  The article cites details about urgent
zones or "hot spots," such as Gujarat, "where water tables are dropping by 6 metres or more each year, according to Rajiv Gupta, a state water official." 
It also suggests–to no surprise–the problem of shifting governmental stances
on large-scale resource management initiatives such as the River
Interlinking
Project in India.

The last Indian government proposed a massive $200 billion River Interlinking Project designed to redistribute water around the country. But the new government elected earlier this year has gone cool on the idea. In any case, the water supplied would probably come too late.

Much of this wraps together my casual interest, old conversations about
alternative energies, matters such as the role of petro-fired water pumps in
deep-reaching wells (vital for keeping Kansas uniformly arable, for example),
and dry places, diasporic exile (as in give ’em that hunk of
land
).  It also reverberates with some of the things I’ve been hearing
this week about SU’s program in cultural geography, projects such as mapping
hunger in Onondaga County (and surrounds?), for one.