Dear Lost,
All is forgiven. Thank you.
So I had just read a post at Fundies Say the Darnedest Things! in which a list of infantile and trivial (but granted!) wishes had been presented as proof of the power of prayer. One of the commenters suggested the original post had been carved out of a well-circulated chain email, so I decided to check good ol’ trusty Google and find whatever permutations were out there.
For my keywords, I selected three terms from the original post that I thought would likely appear together rarely outside of the purported chain email. I did a search on “hairy butt” +balloon +snow and got…a lot of stuff. And not a single relevant hit on the first page.
My mind truly is boggled. No, really.
Update: If Google is to be trusted, the claims of this being an oft-told tell are at best misguided. A more exacting search on “hairy butt crack” +balloon +snow +texas +prayer yielded only the result that had been quoted in the above-linked FSTDT! post. Fie, I say, fie on thee, slanderous infidel!
As I approached the intersection separating me from campus, I saw a police car parked lengthwise across the road. When I was in clear visual range of the officer, he began giving me unmistakable STAY AWAY signals. I followed his thumb and detoured into the adjoining gas station, which was my immediate destination anyway. Coffee, you know. As I arrived on his side of the road and could see him more clearly, I was glad for my easy compliance: He was not only wearing a long rifle on a band around his neck, he was holding it as if he were looking for an opportunity to use it.
Inside the store, I learned that at about 4AM somebody had holed hirself up in the Engineering Building and threatened to make ill use of anthrax. Further details regarding the identity and motive of this individual were not available, at least not from the check-out woman.
I crossed back over to my side of Route 66 (have I ever mentioned that I live just three blocks off the highway formerly known as Route 66?) and set up my laptop in range of Panera’s free wi-fi. I checked the uni home page and found no announcement, so I dug my supervisor’s contact info out of the directory and phoned him up.
Apparently in the two minutes between my checking the home page and searching the directory, the Chancellor had OKed the announcement that classes would be suspended until 10AM, with a further decision to be made at that time, and that staff and students were to stay home.
This is yet another data point outlining a disturbing trend: When announcements concerning closings are made at this university, they are never actually published until the exact moment they take effect. That is, if the school is to be closed for the morning, we are not informed until spot on 8AM. As very few people live under their office desks, this seems a rather poor way to go about things.
(My supervisor was in the library, as he had somehow managed to break the cordon around campus before the announcement was made. He is very dedicated. Or perhaps he secretly lives under his desk, I dunno.)
So, nutbar with anthrax. What a way to start the day.
From a CNN article on the apparently dreadful Tomb O’ Mr. and Mrs. Christ docco that aired last night:
Most Christians believe Jesus’ body spent three days at the site of the Church of the Holy Sepulcher in Jerusalem’s Old City.
I read that and my BUH?-meter 12000 almost exploded.
I had heard of the Church of the Holy Sepulcher before, but…well, it always seemed a sort of specialized knowledge, you know? Deep in the heart of devout Christendom, growing up a devotee myself, the CotHS wasn’t the sort of thing that ever, you know, came up. While I wouldn’t bat an eye at the suggestion “Most Christians believe Jesus’ body spent three days” in some tomb somewhere, I sincerely doubt that even half have even heard of the CotHS.
So, basically, fie on you, CNN. Fie!
So I’m reading a response thread that twists around to consideration of what language is and is not appropriate in discourse. In this comment Pandagon’s Amanda Marcotte says:
The statement “I don’t believe in god” is, by definition, more profane than “Fuck the fucking fuckers.” So I don’t really get your point.
A subthread emerges in which a commenter says he has no idea what Marcotte is trying to say. Another poster schools hir on the definition of “profane”. The subthread continues with one poster’s continued insistence on being confused and another saying that Marcotte was technically right but was just trying to deflect possibility of criticism through weak humor.
So what we have is a discussion on how language should be used in which most active participants display a thoroughgoing ignorance of basic vocabulary and yet continue to participate. Some days it’s not worth getting out of bed.
OK, so one of the mailing lists I’m on is a discussion space intended for persons new to librarianship. One of the ongoing points of discussion-generating irritation is the surprising difficulty of actually finding a job once one has graduated from library school.
Reading this ongoing, multifaceted, free-form discussion over time, I’ve identified what seem to be some unchanging themes and positions. It will come as no surprise to many of you that the cases I find most interesting are those in which people come to violent disagreement despite using words and premises that should mark them as allies. That is, all factions in the controversies I find most interesting use the same signifiers to represent their positions, but it becomes clear under analysis that the meanings they assign to those signifiers, and the related notions arising from those meanings, are in severe opposition.
As this list is supposed to be a nurturing, helpful environment, various issues are often addressed in advice-giving terms. Controversy arises, naturally, as people on one side of the rhetorical divide find the advice given to be (when judged from their own understanding of the signifiers in play) either irrelevant or outright false.
The specific case I am going to talk about here is the tendency for discussion of non-traditional opportunities available for MLS-holders, of the availability of jobs outside actual (public, academic, special, or corporate) libraries. This is a frequent locus from which optimistic advice proceeds, and the controversy surrounding such advice has erupted spectacularly this weekend.
It had been obvious before this eruption that the discourse on-list is controlled, or at least very heavily shaped, by persons promoting two notions: that the MLS has some inherent worth, and that hiring committees outside of libraries are likely to recognize that worth. The exact meaning of the former notion had never been addressed with any specificity, and the latter notion was simply presented as a received truth.
When a demand for specifics supporting the worth of the degree arose, the elitist biases held by the primary shapers of discourse were revealed. It weren’t pretty.
The specific crisis arose when posters began insisting that the skills learned and developed during the pursuit of a degree would be desirable by companies in the knowledge/information industry. Pressed for specifics, the cheerleaders waved their hands toward the development of information management and database architecture skills.
Two paths resulted from that claim. Both were cut pretty short as the dominant biases were laid bare.
The first, more robust path resulted as some dissenting posters argued that hiring committees at information-industry firms (Google was used as shorthand, which unfortunately allowed the dominant parties to use a nasty rhetorical trick). There was a bit of chasing around the bush, and finally the pro-MLS parties admitted that of course the MLS alone wouldn’t qualify anyone for the jobs they were talking about, but that people who had already been professionals working in that sector before pursuing their MLS would have a definite leg-up when looking for a new job in the field. In other words, the optimistic advice they had been long promoting, their justification for the value of degree, carried the implicit acknowledgment that the MLS was actually neither necessary nor sufficient for attainment of the possibilities they were holding out.
This is where the really tasty elitist stuff gets revealed. Some of the people who had been grousing about the lack of available positions, who had been chafing under the advice offered by the cheerleaders, and who had sparked the current eruption called foul. The cheerleaders responded with a fairly haughty declaration that of course it should have been understood all along that the advice they were given was intended only for people with appropriate backgrounds.
It is important to note here that there was a divergent sub-discussion in which cheerleaders began actively berating–even outright insulting–people who had the nerve to speak up and claim they didn’t have the backgrounds necessary, who had entered librarianship without having first spent years in the corporate or technology world. Yes, there was actual name-calling.
I mentioned above that there were two paths emerging from the claim that MLS programs provided people with desirable job skills. I was personally responsible for that one. I spoke up and said, plainly, that my program is ranked exactly in the middle of the pack of accredited programs. There was no such instruction in or opportunities for development of such skills available in my program, and it seems likely that any program ranked equally to or lower than mine would provide such. Graduates of at least half the programs in the country, then, and so would not find the advice being given at all useful.
The cheerleaders responded that, yes, that’s true. And moved on, and kept repeating their claims and advice.
And so here’s the analysis: The giving of job-seeking advice is not an act of beneficence, it is instead a means of establishing and maintaining an unrealistic normative notion of what the profession should be. While purporting to be an outreach effort to draw people into librarianship, it instead serves as a means of actively excluding and pushing away those persons who do not fit into the idealized notion. I must note here that I have no reason to believe that this is conscious or intentional behavior on the cheerleaders’ part; it is likely instead a result of the special sort of blindness inherent among members of an institutional elite.
Those persons who have thus far successfully maintained control of the discourse are also those persons who do not seem to realize that the advice they offer is inapplicable to every single person who has been seeking advice. They work, as humans do, from the assumption that other people are pretty much like them; the fact that the great majority of persons struggling to enter the profession are very much unlike them may register, but it is not internalized. Advice useful only to a very small number of persons is offered to the entire group, and then is defended and justified as if it should be applicable to all.
That last clause is where the charges of elitism emerge, and are justified, and are destructive to the well-being of the majority. It is excusable to offer advice from a position of blindness regarding its universal applicability; it is sheer cussedness to defend that position, and to insist on its universality, once it is demonstrated as being of narrow applicability.
Wow, I’ve used a lot of words already, and I’m dying from lack of organization. I feel I’m not really approaching my point, just dancing around it. Grr. Maybe I’ll approach this again, later, from another standpoint. There’s something very important here, I feel, but I can’t quite express it. Of course I’d appreciate any advice.
Another cheerleading post has come in while I’ve been typing, and it really does seem to be a good exemplar of both the problem and its crushing effect on those who need career advice. The post reproduces a recent job-advice column from the author’s local newspaper, and the advice given is several bullet points that boil down to “if you want to break into a new field, you need to get to know people already in that field socially and professionally.”
See the assumption there? It’s not expressed at all in the article, and may not even be realized by the article’s author. But it is there, and it wholly informs what is written. The column, like the cheerleaders, assumes that anyone seeking career advice is interested in a horizontal move, that they have the time and money and kinds of resources available to someone already established in that field. It assumes the seeker possesses the social standing (or the resources to fake it) of somebody already there. It assumes the seeker possesses the material resources to join professional societies associated with the destination field, and it also assumes (this is critical) that the seeker knows how to successfully navigate and exploit the opportunities afforded by membership in a professional society.
While I am sure many people are interested in moving horizontally across fields, it is my experience (and it seems a fair assumption) that the great, vast, huge majority of persons seeking career advice are interested in vertical moves. These seekers are invisible to those providing advice, which might be understandable. In the case of the mailing list under discussion, though, these persons are actively berated when they dare make themselves known and try to establish a voice. And then they’re fed more advice useful only to horizontal movers, and they’re expected to be grateful for it.
Called this morning. Offering me a very small sum at a very large interest rate, the full sum being repayable over 36 (instead of the typical 48) months.
The offer also comes with restrictions on what kind of car can be purchased. It must be model year 2001 or newer, and it must have under 85K miles. Taking their offer together with the amount of cash I have saved, I think there may be as many as three vehicles in the continental United States I might be able to purchase.
Grump.
Applied for pre-approval on a car loan yesterday, am now waiting to hear back from the bank.
I hate, hate, hate, hate waiting.
First off, I have to say I’m really enjoying Willingham’s book. My library buys the collections as they’re published, which is how I’ve read it thus far. As such, I’m only up through the Wolves TPB.
In the last batch of stories I’ve read, though, there has emerged a political metaphor (well, if you can call it a metaphor–one of the central characters makes it an unambiguous and explicit parallel) that just seems off to me.
Here’s the deal: In the Fableverse, a hegemon has risen and, through violent conquest, taken control of territory that had previously been controlled by a variety of local authorities. The representatives of those authorities, along with those who refuse to abandon their previous culture and adopt the hegemon’s new imperial culture, have been largely slain; those who survive have fled and taken refuge in a tightly cordoned zone at the new empire’s periphery.
The refugees are resentful toward the hegemon, naturally, but mostly allow their rage to simmer inside their (temporary, they continue to believe) home-in-exile. The hegemon eventually sends his troops into the refugee zone, however, in an attempt to extend his control even further.
The refugees violently resist the invading army, beating back the bulk of the forces with guerilla tactics and holding the survivors in tortuous captivity. (They behead all the enemy soldiers, which I think should be significant.) Realizing they will never be safe and also having found a weakness in the hegemon, the refugees step up their response from what had been a sporadic campaign of espionage and small-scale sorties and bring an attack directly to the hegemon’s door.
Their plan of attack? A lone refugee goes on a suicide mission. (He survives, but, hey, fiction.) The refugee plants a number of bombs, ready to be destroyed by the blast or by the hegemon’s soldiers, and blows up a vital portion of the hegemon’s infrastructure.
While confronting the hegemon in person (because, hey, fiction), the lone refugee informs his adversary that the refugees will continue to meet institutional violence with escalating retaliatory attacks. He also informs the hegemon that the refugees have been inspired by, and see themselves as parallel to, the state of Israel.
Judging from comments I’ve seen by and about the story’s author, this is intended unironically. This makes a little piece of my brain go ping! and start smoking.
So what, exactly, am I missing here?