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Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Janell's Bachelorette Party

Here are a few pictures from my trip to Arizona two weekends ago for Janell's Bachelorette Party. It was so warm and fun! We went out in downtown Tempe both nights. The first night we went to La Bocca, and the second night we went out to Caffe Boa. Both were sooo good. Then the second night we got all dressed up and went out dancing. It was really fun. I hate coming back from vacations, especially when it's so warm and you have to go back to the cold :(

Anyway, Janell and Burk's wedding is April 16! Yay! Love weddings!

This was the first night outside of La Bocca.
The beginning of second night at Cafe Boa. The rest of the night is as follows...
Brittney, Me, and Janell (the Bride to be)

Thursday, July 9, 2009

An(other) open letter to my neighbours

Dear people who live in our block,

Whilst I sincerely regret that you have not been afforded the opportunity to have a good education - one which teaches not only math, science, and litterature, but which also instills those values essential for the model citizen: proper manners, appropriate behaviour, and a consideration for one's fellow man - I cannot allow for your blatant disregard for the sanctity of public space. Certainly, we already experience enough interference in public spaces in our day to day life: advertising everywhere, newspapers shoving trashy celeb pictures in our faces, noisy construction tearing up our streets.

I appreciate that you think playing your Bollywood music at deafening volumes in the public garden is doing us all some kind of favour. I assure you, it is not. When your children are running around out of doors and behaving inappropriately, engaging in a very loud and very public screaming match with them is frankly enough to make one call the police. It also makes you look like a failure of a human being when the only way you can communicate with your progeny is by screaming: 'you fucking little cunt! don't kick that goddamn ball in this house. so help me!' Some of us are intelligent, considerate, people who have work to do and do not appreciate the constant distraction. I know you may find it impossible to believe that some people actually work at home during the day, but I assure you, it is true.

At least our neighbours in number 6 have the courtesy to listen to their horrid music with the windows closed, even if their prostitute-like-good-for-nothing -fake orgasiming girlfriend has been making a bit more of a pornstar ruckus at 2 in the morning. I'd take fake sex noises over ear-splitting Indian music and screaming, ASBO parents any day of the week.

But what I'm really at a loss to understand, dear neighbours, is your abominable lack of self awareness. Sure a good, courteous, public-space sharing citizen is concerned for the experience of the other people living in the space - he's contentious and wishes to make life pleasant for everyone. Yet even if the idea of being a good neighbour never enters into the equation: have you people no shame!? Do you not care what we think of you? That when it is discovered that three children from the area have been murdered, the first person we suspect is you after witnessing you (for all intents and purposes) beat your children for acting like arseholes even though it's blatantly obvious that you can't be bothered to parent. Are you not embarrassed to be listening to such terrible music or to look like a hyper-terrorist tasmanian devil bitch mother?

I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that life is not simply one long audition for Big Brother.

Ever yours,

Crystal

Monday, June 22, 2009

utility sucks


"To the question 'of what use are the humanities?', the only honest answer is none whatsoever. And it is an answer that brings honor to its subject. Justification, after all, confers value on an activity from a perspective outside its performance. An activity that cannot be justified is an activity that refuses to regard itself as instrumental to some larger good. The humanities are their own good. There is nothing more to say, and anything that is said � even when it takes the form of Kronman�s inspiring cadences � diminishes the object of its supposed praise."
~ Stanley Fish

My least favourite part of modern academia is its continuing commodification: the necessity for an education to mean something, to confer something, to be anything other than what it is and ought to be. And it's not just because I'm a classicist that I lament the demise of the humanistic education. It's because at least then we as a society felt we knew what an education ought to be and what the goal of a good education was. Now, because of the diversification of subjects into mainstream academia - hello film studies and hotel management, surely these things do not belong in modern universities? - we are less sure what should constitute a good modern education.

I'm not entirely sure when utility as a measure of judgement seeped into British Universities, but I'll wager it was sometime after 1970. The advent of the research councils in the late 90s meant the complete death of academic freedom in the UK. A contentious and controversial statement for sure, but look at it this way. Most students in this country do not complete a PhD unless they receive funding - in my case it's the AHRC which provides funding for Humanities students. A student will not even be encouraged by their department to submit an application for funding unless it is likely that the student will actually receive funding, as each department has a limited number of possible funding allocations per year. As the department knows that the AHRC only funds a certain kind of research, this is inevitably the kind of research that gets put forward and funded by the AHRC, and is thus the kind of research carried out in British Universities. Utility is one of those buzzwords greedily devoured by the AHRC and its funding panel - how does this add to the subject, to the canon, to the body of research - they want to know. This means that graduate students rarely get to tackle the big, important, interesting ideas as they're too busy analysing one sentence of an obscure text no one gives a damn about - but at least this obscurity guarantees 'utlity'.

I realise that Universities must find some method by which they can support themselves, whether it's by raising fees or through alumni donations, I certainly don't have an easy answer. But academia has always been about research and big ideas, but most importantly, about providing an environment of freedom and safety in which to carry out research and have these big ideas. As soon as the Universities start putting a price tag on ideas - and utility carries its own price tag, believe me - they quite obviously cease to be free. Learning is exciting, stimulating, and enriching. When did Universities move away from promoting these ideas?

In my second year viva last week, one of the main criticisms of my work was that I wasn't careful enough in 'preserving the conventions of academic presentation.' The marker actually said, 'Crystal must preserve the conventions of academic presentation' and I couldn't help thinking - is this what we've really come to? Are we, as academics, more concerned with the proper citation of footnotes than with the big ideas? Sadly, I think for many the answer is yes. And for the next generation, who may arrive with big ideas, we're browbeaten into submission by the current staff, so that by the end of the process we've just given up. And the saddest thing is that this focus on technicalities only disguises the fact that what's really missing are those very same big ideas. This obsession with utility and convention and presentation only leads us farther away from truly revolutionary thinking - from making those big breakthroughs. You might think that in a field like Classics there aren't really any breakthroughs left to be made. But, for example, most of the old guard are too busy lamenting the death of Greek and Latin teaching in schools to even discuss the merits and possibilities of learning via translations of classical texts. While the rest of the literary world is running away with classical discourse and debate, stealthily stealing it straight out of the classicists hands, Classics dons are getting hung up on the fact that their students are occasionally using poor grammar in their essays or reading from the translation instead of the original. So what!

Academia has become, well ... just so boring. It used to be that the most brilliant minds in all fields came from within the academic tradition: the Cricks and Watsons, the Eliots and Wittgensteins, but none of these people would stand a chance in today's academic culture. First of all, these days a paper without footnotes would get thrown straight in the fire, and forget any sort of academic career if you aren't publishing regularly. It's just all a bit depressing. But thankfully, I've at least least come to one conclusion: this is my PhD. These are three years of my life and my future we're talking about.
I'm not about to let any 'conventions' or ticked boxes get in my way. You can stuff your obsession with utility. I'll take my big ideas any day of the week...

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

an open letter to our neighbours

Dear No. 6,

To those who live in the flat above us. We hate you. You'll probably never read this, but it makes us feel better to get it off our collective chests.

We can't stand the fact that you play a remixed version of 'Last Night a DJ Saved My Life' over and over again. Have you no other music in your record collection? Or your demonstrable fear of being alone - must you always be on the telephone if you're in the house. Don't get me wrong, we love a party. But 3.30am on a Tuesday morning is not the time to piss off your neighbours. And no, we don't get off listening to you shag your numerous lady friends.

So from all of us at no. 4 to all of you at no. 6, this middle finger up is all for you.

Yours sincerely,

No. 4

PS Your girlfriend is faking it.