Not amuth’d

EducationGuardian.co.uk | comment | We are not amuth’d
Here’s a lovely piece by the always entertaining John Sutherland. It is distressing that so much unintelligible gibberish gets passed off as learned criticism these days. I always pass on to students the words of Nobel-winning scientist Peter Medawar:
No-one who sincerely believes he has something important to say will willingly run the risk of being misunderstood.”
If only they all followed that advice…


The cheating epidemic

Telegraph | Education | I cheat us all by doing my pupils’ work
Most people who work in education are aware of the situation described here. It’s now reaching epidemic proportions. I’m coming across more and more undergraduates with apparently good A levels who flounder hopelessly when asked to take part in any kind of academic discourse. What’s worse, the culture of target setting and league tables is creeping into HE. Already there are worrying signs of declining standards, and increasingly bizarre methods of coping with the Google generation, who just don’t “get” plagiarism.
We may just have to rethink the whole process of assessment before grades become utterly meaningless.



Little things for which I have an irrational loathing. Number 1

…of what I expect will be a very long series. First up, then – personalised number plates. I remember explaining the British number plate system to a German friend, and almost causing him to choke on his beer when I revealed how much people will pay for a particularly apt plate. I suppose if you could get AB 1, assuming your initials were AB, then it might be worth a bob or two, but actually, who cares? Well, quite a lot of people it seems, judging by the lengths people go to in order to have something approximating to a name on their plate.
The worst kind are the ones which have no discernible meaning, but which have to be imaginatively reinterpreted to yield some kind of name. You know the ones – a B can kind of be fashioned by putting a 1 and a 3 close together, or a 5 stands duty for an S. Really desperate ones also use a strategically placed screw with a black cap to sort of make a 1 into an L. I saw one recently where J2NNE was supposed to spell Jenny. How do I know? Because of the most tragic aspect of the enterprise, in which the owner has to put what the plate is supposed to spell in very small letters under the actual registration number.
My all time favourite was one such, although this was not on a personalised plate. No, under a perfectly ordinary plate, someone had seen fit to have added “Jeanina Topping BSc (Hons) QTS”. Maybe the car was a graduation present from Mummy and Daddy Topping…


A real pea-souper, and no mistake, guv’nor…

For reasons which are actually mundane, but which I won’t reveal in order to maintain an air of spurious mystery, I have to visit Birmingham twice a year. Once again this time, I stayed at Jonathan’s, and it is a strange experience. Jonathan’s presents itself as a Victorian “experience”- and it is – but far from some country park setting, it is actually located on an unprepossessing roundabout (is there any other kind?) in a rather down at heel suburb.
So it’s odd to be resident in a room which might have served as Sherlock Holmes’s study – dark maroon wallpaper, mahogony furniture, cushions, knick-knacks and ornaments in abundance – not in Baker Street but in darkest Brum. My room didn’t feature correspondence fixed to the mantlepiece with a knife, but did have a bowler-hatted and union jack-waistcoated Teddy Bear. Possibly that belonged to Watson…
Apart from its intense Victoriana, Jonathan’s is quirky because of its system of naming rather than numbering rooms. I was in Whiteheath. The labyrinthine interior is navigated by means of coloured lines on the ceiling which correspond to the tube map design on the “passport” they give you when you check in. It is actually quite good fun, but the drawback is the location. For my purposes, it’s fine – it’s a few minutes’ drive from where I need to be – but it seems odd where it is. You expect a Travel Lodge and you get number 221b.



Exterminate all the brutes

Those pesky detainees, eh? What to do when they insist on pulling publicity stunts? I have a modest proposal. We all know these are very dangerous men, locked up for years because they are terrorists conducting a secret war against America – so secret in fact, that we can’t possibly allow any of the evidence into the public domain. But if they were terrorists in, say, Fallujah, the US wouldn’t be arresting them – they’d be killing them. So, why not ship them to Iraq, and, er, treat them like other insurgents. Problem solved!



Sting 0 Dowland 6

As I write this, I’m listening to Jacob Heringman playing Dowland. It’s sublime. Dowland is, to me, the greatest. His Lachrimae Antiquae Novae will accompany my body when it’s consigned to the earth or the flames. So, I was a little startled when ‘er indoors alerted me to this. With that marvellous gift for oversimplification that he honed by airing ideas such as the one about love saving the rainforest, Mr Sumner suggests that Dowland was the first singer-songwriter. Well, I’m sorry, but equating Dowland with Cat Stevens or James Taylor is like suggesting Dan Brown is a modern Shakespeare. I dread to think what Sting will do to the vocal parts, quite apart from what he’ll do with the complex lute lines – does he know a lute has more strings than a bass? I see that, in a move replicating Elvis Costello’s excellent North, the album will be issued on Deutsche Grammophon. Declan won a little battle with Mr Sting some years ago when Gordon accused him of affecting an American accent in his singing. EC’s reply was contemptuous, and homed in on the fake Jamaican of the Geordie Stingster. I fully expect a reggae beat to “Now O Now I needs must part”…
This is an opportunity to plug the excellent Magnatune.com – this is a growing collection of music available to download for much less than you’d pay in the shops. It gives the artists a very good deal. Worth a look.


NATFHE’s last act

BBC NEWS | Education | Lecturers call for Israel boycott
Following this ridiculous motion, which is NATFHE’s last significant act before the merger with AUT, I have resigned my membership. It is grotesque to require people to, in effect, declare their non-allegiance to their government before being accepted in the academic community. What’s proposed here is nothing less than institutionalised discrimination based on nationality.
The backlash has, predictably, already begun. One reason that many academics, including me, put forward in opposition to this boycott is that it singles out Israeli academics whilst leaving academics in countries with much more repressive regimes alone – China, Zimbabwe, Sudan come immediately to mind. A letter in yesterday’s Guardian by Sabby Sagall, a leading light in the Socialist Workers Party, puts forward a wonderfully barmy reason for picking out Israel: “Israel is not a “normal” democratic society in which the rulers have had to accept that far-reaching political dissent or class conflict be part of the state’s ideological framework. It is a settler-colonial society with a much greater degree of social cohesion. Therefore the question why Israeli academic institutions should be boycotted and not necessarily those of other societies with poor human rights records is wide of the mark. In most such societies, there are usually many dissident intellectuals who tend to suffer the same repression meted out to ethnic or political minorities. Not in Israel. There, academic institutions are part of the structure of the illegal, colonial occupation. It is right that the boycott should go ahead until Israeli universities decide to support the campaign for an end to the occupation.” Brilliant, Sabby – so presumably you’ll also be supporting a ban on US and British universities until their academics declare their anti-war stance? Australia and Canada too, presumably? How twisted is this logic? We should attack Israeli academics because they’re not repressed?
Get a grip.


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