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The University In The Information Age

11 Thursday Jul 2019

Posted by David in Politics

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#Universities, freedom

Do people still call our current time by this pompous name? Putting a binary coding (not binary that way, different rant) on all that can be seen, heard and recorded gives you information, of sorts. I’m not deriding that classification and organisation of the world. But it requires people who need the world organized in such a way. Suppose you have no need of a binary universe, like a Kalahari bushman, or a Mongolian goat herder? But with the ever expanding digitized universe comes control and power. It follows that autonomy from the digital world creates gaps in the control of the digital masters. Now I’m neither a Luddite nor do I advocate an unrealistic primitivism, but what institutions exist to counterbalance the tech giants? These businesses appear motivated at their core by money and the evermore sinister megalomania of their founders, owners, and top executives.

I’m not really interested in giving the tech plutocrats any more power than they have already. But with every election, this is taking place. High technology tycoons have ready partners with politicians, also blatantly hungry for power. They also have ready accomplices with the officials of the university establishments, both public or private (with a few exceptions). The modern university’s need for ever more money makes the university little more than a satrapy, the academic bureaucrats and professors, the vassals, of the government agencies(through grants), tech companies,and individuals who give them money. The legislature, through its appropriations has devolved into merely another funder. President Ryan, at the University of Virginia, recently unveiled plans for a digital, information science college. Directly, it will produce more qualified workers for the technology field. It will also produce yet another dependent class of workers, perhaps more affluent and better educated than a nineteenth century millhand, but still carrying the risk of being dependent on the fortunes, whims and vicissitudes of an industry. The textile manufacturers of the past or high tech digital industries of the present day suggest merely a distinction with no difference.

Thomas Jefferson is being vilified these days because he owned slaves. His position around slavery is more complex than what his detractors suggest. I suspect the real reason he is “ungood”, in Newspeak terms, goes beyond his slaveholding, but in his social and economic vision.

Jefferson had a vision of a self-sufficient yeoman class, who were independent of the monied interests and their political allies. The powerful could control the independent factions by manipulating their economic environment. Look at a railroad setting freight rates in the nineteenth century, with no free market alternatives to curb their power.*

Senator Kaine and Senator Warner, in Virginia, can scare the civil servants, uniformed service members or federal contractors with the specter of a conservative or libertarian out to eliminate their job, military mission, or contract. They use code phrases like “strong defense” or “supporting military families”, undoubtedly worthy purposes, to maintain both their own power and the size of government. Other worthy and necessary purposes keeping government big are highways and education. The administrative state needs government employees and government contractors, who will always fall prey to the political bully boy/girl. I’m not suggesting merely derailing the gravy train. Rather, I’m saying take up the track, just as railroads abandon obsolete, disused, and,therefore, expensive lines. Thriving economies have a dynamism to them. Shackling them to government or to privileged industries with the risk of ossification and obsolescence hinders that dynamism. The counter balance demands citizens who see beyond a job or an industry. And it is a delicate balance, requiring the discerning skills of a broadly educated citizenry, unfettered to any potentially stifling industry.

At its core is a conflict. Politicians and their financial backers want the economy and the government to grow, Thus the university has morphed into a trade school. Some new graduates will get jobs in government. Alternatively, the prospective college graduate/ employee finds work in an industry (often “high tech”), whose owners regularly and overwhelmingly support politicians who advocate for their agendas. They conflate the needs and values of, say, an Amazon, with the greater public good. The tech giants have shown with increasing frequency that their corporate “cultures” are monolithically authoritarian and leftist, holding political, social or religious conservatives in disdain, if not outright contempt. An employee who must conform to the corporate culture to practice their skill is not free.

All this “education” for work in the administrative state or private sector behemoth creates a dependent or subservient class that would be anathema to visionaries of a free society, people like Jefferson. Higher education has the challenge of educating a free people, not evermore sophisticated serfs. And this challenge to educate independent critical thinkers is not new. Paradigms of conformity have always existed, and always it is necessary to assess the value of these paradigms. Transcendent standards and ideals must be studied.The studies comprise the liberal arts and sciences. It would do well to study tbese disciplines independent of a Marxist analysis.

In the political realm, I would urge voters to make university funding and overview priority issues in the upcoming election cycles. That means seriously looking at just what colleges are up to. That means using funding and the student loan programs to maintain universities as institutions dedicated to the free exchange of ideas. Demand the college presidents go before the legislative bodies to justify their institutions’ existence. The legislatures, while they still can exert a modicum of restraint on the public college, should demand full disclosure of the “partnerships” between the University and contemporary tech companies. If they are reticent to disclose, use the subpoena power. Have tbe University presidents explain why they turn a blind eye to the leftist gangs and their excesses. Have them explain why cronies of Democratic politicians get teaching jobs and conservatives working in Republican Administrations don’t. Have them justify the tenure systems that keeps Marxist ideologues employed in perpetuity, all in the name of “academic freedom”, while, at the same time, they seek to repress dissent. Look no further than the academic monoculture that decries “white male privilege” and villifies Jefferson, to name just one of their bête noir.

The voters can stop this impending dystopia. The politicians and academic officials won’t.

* The exorbitant unchecked rates (power) of the railroads was counterbalanced by a robust government response at the time. So I’m not advocating a toothless lion for government.

Twenty-five Years

10 Wednesday Jul 2019

Posted by David in alcoholism, Sobriety, Uncategorized

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#25 yrs, #AA, recovery

On July 9, 1994, I drank a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer after I mowed the lawn. The next day I drove to Havre de Grace, Maryland with my six year old son to visit my then wife and his mother. She had just been admitted to a top tier alcoholism rehabilitation facility. That was the last drink I ever had.

I have had very vivid drinking dreams during this time of recovery, but I didn’t drink. I have worked the 12 Steps of Recovery. More than that, I have had the desire to stay sober above all else.

A lot of selfishness has melted away. A lot of compassion has come to fill that void created. I’m not perfect, not even close. I’m just glad that nightmare has been over for the last twenty five years.

Carousel of Consciousness

09 Tuesday Jul 2019

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It is another morning, early. I tried to fall asleep, but could not. The lie I tell myself that things are not all that important, is shown for what it is. I am the person who trivializes the importance of people and institutions, because I see myself as impotent to change things. Therefore I neither challenge nor engage. Marriage, politics, sex, religion, sports are merely horses on the carousel of my consciousness. They whirl around, with me mounted on one or the other. The move up and down as they rotate on the axis. There is motion , I think I am going somewhere, but the experience is like swimming laps. I finish in the same place I started.

I did try to sleep. But J snores in between nightmares. And my brain is still focused on one thing or another. Pain in my jaw or shoulder or neck will remind me of my limitations.

So I come back down. I watch the Ashland scene, thinking a freight may pass. Perhaps I should switch to England where the sun is up. There was a town on the Devonshire coast that had a railcam set up. Maybe the Blackpool trams are running. Put I am gradually dozing off.

I will make the effort to leave the house in the morning. But wait, New Zealand and India play tomorrow morning, later this morning really, in the first semifinal match. I must go out. Reality is losing to cable TV and satellites and images on a screen.

Yes. I am sleepy now. I Love Lucy is no longer playing on the DVD. This could be my big chance.

Loneliness sucks.

Note To Self: Get Up

09 Tuesday Jul 2019

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I’ve been sitting around a lot when I haven’t been sleeping. I don’t really want to do much.

The palpable negativity in the country takes its toll. For example, I know the U.S. Women’s Soccer Team won the World Cup. I also know 1) they have a complaint about money (this is America, after all), 2) they don’t like Donald Trump (again, no surprise), and 3) those who are lesbian on the team don’t hide their sexual orientation (least surprising of all, given it’s 2019).

Think about this. To the casual observer, the U.S. Women’s Soccer Team is as famous for its complaints as it is its triumph.

So there is all this excitement. I feel no excitement. I have felt no excitement about a sports championship since 1996, when the Yankees won the World Series after a long dry spell. The Cricket World Cup is somewhat exciting, given I am a new fan. But I will be impressed with whomever wins.

So sports frenzy is met with lethargic indifference on my part. My level of excitement needs to escalate.

As George Costanza once (many times, actually) famously said, “It’s not you, it’s me.”

Monday Sounds

08 Monday Jul 2019

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It is Monday in Ashland. I hear the sound of a train horn, next the crossing gate’s alarm , now the bell and screech of brakes as #86 Northbound pulls in to pick up passengers on its way to Washington and ultimately New York City.

There are people who commute to Washington on this train, bureaucrats, contract emloyees or contractors’ emloyees. Perhaps a tourist is making a day trip to Washington. A day trip to New York isn’t out of the question, but that is a stretch.

I miss both big cities. I miss the museums of both cities. I miss the excitement, the noise and the smells of Manhattan. The adventure, for me, starts by climbing aboard the train.

Other sounds for Monday bring me back. The hum of traffic on England Street where street crosses tracks. It is not yet 6:30. The tradesmen, electricians, plumbers and mechanics are headed to work, maybe some doctors, definitely nurses, headed in for the shift change. And there is another train horn, most likely a freight. Here it comes. Not a freight this hour, but Northbound #52 Autotrain, headed to Lorton, VA on its nonstop run from Sanford Florida. The train carries passengers and their cars, or trucks, or motorcycles.

We have reverted to quiet again. Now I hear the refrigerator in the house and not much else.

Truth be told, I’m cold this morning. I guess I should turn up the air conditioning.

I wonder what the sounds of an inefficient world were, with steam locomotives that had whistles, rather than air horns. There were horse-drawn wagons once that delivered ice in summer, coal in winter. That meant the sound of shod hooves on cobblestone pavements. And we can close our eyes and imagine the sound of the town band performing in the bandstand in the park, Perhaps Sinclair Lewis, John dos Passos, Edgar Lee Masters, or Sherwood Anderson wrote of such a moment. Maybe Samuel Barber, Charles Ives, or Aaron Copeland gave that musical moment music of his own.

We listen to America going about its business. I fight the sleep returning. I watch this day begin. I hear the throaty diesel of the refuse truck. Later a train will pass, hauling giant green containers, filled with Washingtonian refuse. Refuse, picked up compacted, hauled and dumped, only to be loaded hauled and dumped again. What strange effluvia of progress is our waste!

I wonder if I just heard the sounds of progress or simply more noise.

Later! Later! Later! On Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!

08 Monday Jul 2019

Posted by David in British Empire, Civilization, cooking, Uncategorized

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#Manchester. #Martin_Zero #YouTube

As our story left off, I was jonesing for a real meal. I fixed huevos rancheros from my existing inventory, using some Cuban-style black beans from a canner named Teasdale.

They are very nicely seasoned. Unfortunately, Publix had them on clearance, so finding them again is gonna be sketchy. I’ll just fix my own frijoles negros in the pressure cooker, which is what I usually do.

I took another nap, then J and I had an antipasto salad at a locally owned Italian restaurant. When I came home, I emptied then loaded the dishwasher. I threw out some plastic I could have recycled. It was dirty, and washing it to recycle would have wasted water and energy.

Now I’m watching my favorite Manchester You Tuber, Martin Zero tour around the surrounding counties looking for abandoned industrial sites. Half of the fun is trying to comprehend his Midlands accent, so thick, you must cut it with a Sheffield steel knife.

These urban explorers do valuable work, often recording sites facing demolition. Sadly, not all buildings can be repurposed. Manchester was one of the premier industrial cities of England. The British Labour Movement had its origin there. The Manchester Guardian was Labour’s flagship paper.

Now we know Manchester for the football team Manchester United, the Old Trafford Cricket Stadium. Its industrial heritage is disappearing. The industrial fortunes made in this part of England were instrumental in giving us the modern world. Friedrich Engels’ documentation of urban poverty is critical to Marxist thought.

Martin emphasizes the architectural and engineering artifacts, buildings, bridges, canals, culverts and viaducts. These inspired amateurs are so enriching our world.

Teasdale Simply Especial

Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!

07 Sunday Jul 2019

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Those of us of a certain age will remember how the local drag strip promoted their lineup of Sunday races. Sorry to disappoint but this post has nothing to do with either automobiles or crossdressers racing. It is simply about my Sunday so far.

I decided to go to the 8:30 AM Mass, since I was awake and had no idea how I would feel later in the day.

This was the first Sunday in the parish for our new priest, Father John David. He seems like a good priest, a quiet, soft spoken man who gave a thoughtful homily about the Mass itself. His approach to The Sacred Liturgy emphasizes traditional settings, no guitars or “hootenanny” service music and hymns.

A friend told me that I looked like I was in pain. I was in pain, so I got home and lay down as soon as I could.

Now after a nap, all that “holiness” from the Mass has worn off and I feel lazy and lustful again, my usual operational state.

I’m trainspotting, reading blogs, waiting for J to get back home. She went to lunch with a friend. I need more coffee and probably a real meal.

Later.

About Me

06 Saturday Jul 2019

Posted by David in Uncategorized

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Dear World,

I try very hard to transcend the limitless number of petty opinions I have about the world and the people who live in it.

It’s hard work.

If I upset you today, I will try harder tomorrow to be the Sunbeam for Jesus He wants me to be.

Cordially,

Dave.

Holy Hour. Mother’s Birthday

06 Saturday Jul 2019

Posted by David in Catholic Life, Family

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Those of you who follow my blog know that I participate in the Catholic tradition of Nocturnal Adoration on the first Friday of every month. We pray and meditate in the presence of the Precious Body of Christ in the form of the consecrated bread.

I think I’m a better Catholic and a better person because of the time I spend with Jesus. I’m a better person, because I’m a little more compassionate and understanding of people, after I give up an hour of my time in the silence and darkness of a Saturday morning.

This morning was special because July 6, 2019 marks my mother’s 100th birthday. She probably hated being a stay at home mother, but I think she was good at it. She was there for us. And maybe that’s why we all turned out more or less OK. There were plenty of times she was bored out of her skull. She was a bright woman, who didn’t get a chance to go to college. She got a good job during a time when any kind of a job for anybody were hard to come by.

And she had some jobs that sucked too. One job was turning Bull Durham bags. Bull Durham was cigarette tobacco that was loose, for those intrepid souls who rolled their own cigarettes. Remember Humphrey Bogart as Sam Spade in The Maltese Falcon?

The tobacco came in a white cotton bag, a cheap muslin, with a yellow drawstring.. The bags had to be “turned”. They were sewn inside out and people were paid at a piecework rate for turning them, Mother and her sister, Lizzie, and their mother, whom everyone called Tootsie, turned the bags. There was a little wire tool they used to get the job done. This was The Depression, y’all. And I suspect a lot of my readers may not have heard how hard things were.

So when Reynolds Metals, (think Reynolds Wrap) relocated to Richmond around 1940, Mother stood on line to apply for a secretarial job and was hired. She worked for a VP in the International Department, named Mr Zick, because she was fluent in Spanish and he needed a translator. She took Spanish at John Marshall High School. Imagine eighty years ago, one could do quite a lot with a high school diploma.

So she had this job, married my Dad. He went off to war and came back in one piece. Eventually she left work because of family demands. Mom and Dad had four children. I am number two.

Mother sang in the choir, taught Sunday School at Third Presbyterian Church. She would tell us that her neighbors on one side were Catholics, the Carrols, and on the other were Orthodox Jews, the Cohens. I have not vetted my mother’s recollections for accuracy, but her point was about getting along with others who aren’t like you.

And she made friends with African Americans, or as she respectfully called them “Colored People”. It wasn’t hard, we found, when we went about making friends. Our high school integrated in the Sixties and we made friends with the African-American kids. She and my father welcomed them into our home. In a way, it wasn’t a big deal. In another way, these simple acts of friendship and hospitality were revolutionary.

So the family is getting together to celebrate The Fourth and to remember Marian Maude ( cool name, huh?) on her birthday.

Between now and 1:00 PM, I hope to get in some more sleep. My surviving siblings (sister, younger brother) will be at the party. (My elder brother died in 2014). My sons, daughter-in-law, nephews, niece, her husband and great niece will be there too.

There will be food, general cuteness from my great niece, age 3, and fun.

Sitting Here

06 Saturday Jul 2019

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That is what I am doing right now. I am tired and I wish I wasn’t so conscious of my lower jaw at this moment.

We went to Cheesecake Factory for dinner. I had some very nice chicken samosas, plus the salad J got with her dinner that she didn’t want.

After we ate, we walked around our open mall, noting that, at around 6:30 pm, there were few people there. Any of you other Americanos notice a drop off in crowds at your local malls? We have only one financially viable enclosed mall around here. The rest are open air.

I’m watching Paul and Rebecca Whitewick walk around England looking for abandoned railway stations. Their YouTube channel is Whitewick’s Abandoned Railways. It is fascinating. This couple is so cool together, just fun to watch. They are so engaged with this project. They are worth a look.

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