Dyson, West, and Obama

When I first saw Dyson’s essay about Cornell West in The New Republic, I winced for a bunch of reasons, but I wanted to wait to see what black commentators would say before I formed my opinions. Lots of good writing, but none that I’m fully on board with, even though some of these are favorite, go-to writers of mine. This piece, from Malaika Jabali at For Harriet, is entitled The Audacity of Pettiness: Black Intellectuals Need to Find Something Better to Do. Hers is, essentially, a call to unity, arguing that these arguments are petty. I’ve always admired Jabali, but I think that framing misses a lot. Glen Ford over the Black Agenda report is more critical, arguing that Dyson is trying to curry favor with the Hillary camp by trying to make Obama’s enemies his enemies. I don’t think so, but Ford has some excellent reasons for criticizing Dyson’s actions here, and why unity is not necessarily the right call, to wit:

Black America has plummeted to such economic depths under Obama’s watch that there is no possibility of ever reaching economic parity with whites absent a social revolution, the beginnings of which we may be witnessing in the growing mobilization against brutal police enforcement of the oppressive social order.

Dyson’s essay frankly shocked me. His scholarly work strikes me as much, much better reasoned than his sprawling assessment of West. I wish Dyson hadn’t written his essay, and I really wish TNR hadn’t published it, not because black intellectuals should show unity around either West or Obama, but because there’s no way Dyson speaking on West can ever be anything but screwed up. Dyson has made his career writing about social and cultural meanings of black celebrity and, in particular, black maleness and celebrity. As a black male celebrity academic, West would be a likely object of study for Dyson. But West and Dyson were close; West was a mentor and friend, and that means it’s personal, no matter how hard somebody tries to be objective. And that is not scholarship or grist for TNR because it’s something very unique to scholarship and the academy.

The entire episode is ugly and is predicated on puerile assumptions among most spectators of the controversy:

1) that black people can’t disagree politically about complicated things, and if they do, it’s a petty squabble rather than a genuine disagreement about priorities or how the world works.

To me, the fact that people are losing their shit over the fact that West criticizes Obama, or that Dyson disagrees with West, demonstrates what a ridiculous hothouse the few, annointed black intellectuals we have live in, and TNR exploited it. Nobody penned any calls to unity when Robert Reich went on tears about President Bush. Why not? Because white people are assumed to be grown-ass people who are capable of principled disagreements about complicated things like “how to run the world properly” while black people are assumed to think the same things, and if some of their leaders don’t, then there’s something amiss here instead of, well, the fact that smart men can disagree about difficult things.

West’s (and Smiley’s) criticisms of Obama have been very, very pointed because the issues in play (poverty, mass incarceration) kill people. I think some vehemence is warranted. And nobody promised any president he was going to live in a criticism-free bubble.

2) that a scholar can only be a scholar if he spends all his time producing one scholarly product after another. Yes, West has become a scholar-activist, and to some degree, a performance artist, but most scholars never write a book as fine as Race Matters (Dyson has; he has two very fine books to his credit IMO) and sometimes, all we get is one fantastic book and a collection of middling ones (which is not true of West; he has many fine short-form contributions, too)–particularly in the later stages of a career. I think speaking out against poverty and mass incarceration is at least as important as anything else one might do later in one’s career, which as far as I can see for many full professors involves yammering on about how important their contributions are and silencing everybody around them who isn’t *them*. So Dyson’s “He used to do real scholarship” criticism of West can be spread around liberally in the academy,

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3) people often break with their mentors at some point, and sometimes the relationship straightens out, or it doesn’t, but either way, it’s not the world’s business. Even if a scholar writes about it, it’s really, really difficult for people who are not within the academic context to understand how much influence mentors have simply on the emotional and intellectual lives of the people they teach. I’m sure variants of this are true in other contexts; I’m sure people who bring young people along in law firms or other businesses have special relationships that I don’t understand, either. Usually, people say this to diminish academia (because when isn’t that fun?), but I don’t: academia is an odd place, and intellectual work is intensely, intensely idiosyncratic and personal. If West really was a mentor to Dyson when Dyson was a young scholar, that closeness does not yield better information about who West is. From TNR and celebrity culture’s perspective, it yields juicy information, but it’s not good information, because I think it’s nigh-on-inevitable that academic mentors are always–always–viewed (whether currently or in hindsight) through funhouse mirrors of attachment, anger, and emotion. Being taught and nurtured is exhilarating. It is also, often, painful. Those come in cycles, and you love your mentors, you hate your mentors, you decide they are the smartest people around you, you decide you have outgrown them and are smarter, you realize that they are just human beings and learn to appreciate them for what they do, repeat. Mentors are not perfect. They lose interest in proteges and drop them, too.

Undoubtedly that last bit of writing reveals a lot about me, and maybe there are people out there who have emotionless, functional relationships with their mentors. Good on them. But that’s not what I experienced as either a protege or as a mentor myself, and it’s not what I see happening around me. Learning to do academic work at the level that West and Dyson do it–it’s hard and the relationships that take you there are messy. (Anybody see the movie, Whiplash?) Writing about your mentors is never straightforward; no matter what you do, it’s going to seem fawning or dishing to those outside the relationship.

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The Paper Chase on when meetings go south

While I was frittering away time in Seattle this week, I re-read the Paper Chase, a book that is just as charming as the movie. The character of Susan, actually, is much more interesting in the book than in the movie, where she just comes off as rather neurotic.

Except for that, the movie follows the book rather closely, and anybody who saw the movie with remember the difficult study group, full of competitive law students, that Hart and his friend, Ford, put together. The other members of the group are Kevin Brooks, a student who struggles in law school because of depression; Bell who is obsessed with property law and doesn’t want to outline anything else (and is a bully); and Anderson, who is what the other students call a “robot”–a studying machine who learns everything, but has little love or affinity for the law.

During one of their less-productive meetings, when the insults rage and pettiness ensues, Ford reboots:

Ford rocked back in his chair.

“All right, we’re just going to sit here quietly for the next three minutes. No one is going to say anything. Then after we’ve all enjoyed the silence, we’ll start this meeting over again.”

The movie skips this brilliant bit of dialogue, which is a shame, because all of us who have these kinds of meetings recognize the need to put adults in time-outs.

Here is the movie version:

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Donald Shoup: A scholar who looks at the overlooked

Last night, UCLA and USC hosted a reception in honor of Donald Shoup of UCLA for receiving the American Planning Association’s Pioneer Award. It’s given to those who have transformed the profession.

Donald was one of my teachers from 2000 to 2004 when I was at UCLA. I was not one of his proteges, per se. He had other students at the time that he simply found more interesting than me. That happens. At the time, I took it rather personally, until I began teaching myself and just realized that you have more affinity for some students than you do others, and it’s a matter of fit, not a matter of like or dislike. Regardless of how little we had in common intellectually, Donald was unfailingly kind to me, always urbane, funny, inspiring. He is a marvelous classroom instructor.

The speeches last night focused on Don’s most famous contribution: his writing and thinking about parking. By the time I’d come to UCLA, he had established his reputation as a parking specialist. He was working on his masterpiece, The High Cost of Free Parking, while I was there, and he very kindly let me read it. Donald would pay armies of students to read the book; it was mostly finished by then, but even so, he took nearly 3 more years to polish it. I was always broke, always needed money, and Don’s hourly work allowing me to edit a) bought me a little pizza now and then and b) taught me a lot about the dedicated, disciplined, long-haul creative process that goes into a book that, now that’s it is published and famous, reads as though the writing were effortless. It wasn’t. He wanted that book to be excellent, and it is, but he worked on that sucker to make it shine the way it does.

I was, like many others, confused about Donald’s devotion to the topic. I had noticed in our few conversations that he was a man of clear, obvious, and sparkling intelligence. What was he doing with such a small topic when the rest of the world was talking about globalization? Or major structures, like capitalism? Or culture? Nonetheless, after I read the first two chapters he gave me, it was clear what he was doing: brilliant work on land economics and urban regulation that examined parking, a topic that everybody else had just not thought about sufficiently.

For those of us who knew Donald in his pre-book days, when people rolled their eyes a bit and called him “the parking guy”, watching Donald’s fame explode after the publication of that book was a pleasure unadulterated by professional envy–and for me that is saying a lot, for I get jealous at lot. But Donald had, for so many years, labored on a topic that people told him, over and over, was not important. He had faith, and he had vision. And he was right, and his perseverance paid off for him. I’ve never known an academic who took a more genuine, ample, and good-hearted pleasure in his own success than Donald, and that, too, made me happy. He says, with a twinkle in his eye, that he was, simply, “a late bloomer” in the academy. There is always time to make a contribution.

That, I would argue, is not strictly true, simply because there is way more than “a contribution” here. Donald has a lot more work that attests to his considerable gifts as a scholar. Two of those stand out. One is his work with two of his most accomplished students, Jeff Brown, now at FSU, and Daniel Baldwin Hess, at SUNY Buffalo on universal access to transit for students here:

Jeffrey Brown, Daniel Hess, and Donald Shoup, “Fare-Free Public Transit at Universities: An Evaluation,” Journal of Planning Education and Research, Vol. 23, No. 1, Fall 2003, pp. 69–82.

That article doesn’t have the world’s most rigorous evaluation in it, but the idea of marketing, promoting, making transit free to students is brilliant. It was an insight on cultivating transit customers when relatively young, long before people really started to understand that you really do need to market public services.

The other papers I have always thought brilliant, and I am not alone, are:

Donald Shoup, “Graduated Density Zoning,” Journal of Planning Education and Research, Vol. 28, No. 2, Winter 2008, pp. 161–179.

and

Donald Shoup, “Regulating Land Use at Sale,” Journal of the American Planning Association, Vol. 62, No. 3, Summer 1996, pp. 354–372.

The first of these won the Chester Rapkin award for the best paper in JPER, and with good reason: once again, Donald had his land economist hat on, pointing out a policy change that that, if implemented, alters the incentives so that holdouts become less of a problem in land assembly for infill. Holdouts are a major problem that everybody complains about, and nobody had a fix for. Until Donald.

Donald is retiring from UCLA, which means I suspect that he will just go to fewer meetings, and, as he said last night, he can disobey his chair with impunity. He’ll keep writing, he’ll keep teaching, and he’ll keep delighting us with his magnificent explorations of what everybody else overlooks. In honor of his retirement, the Luskin School is creating the the Donald and Pat Shoup Endowed Fellowship in Urban Planning. From the website:

The Donald and Pat Shoup Endowed Fellowship will support students at UCLA Luskin in perpetuity, lowering the costs of attending graduate school and making advanced study possible for those who might otherwise not be able to attend.

Professor and Mrs. Shoup have generously offered to match each donation to the fellowship endowment 2-to-1. For every $100 you give, the Shoups will give an additional $200.

The man understands incentives. ;-)

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Maybe white people should stop writing about Los Angeles for a bit

I am going to pick on Rebecca Tuhus-Dubrow’s piece from Slate because it crossed my desk this morning. I’m sure she’s a wonderful journalist, and she’s clearly a good wordsmith, but this piece pretty much exemplifies why I’m tired of tired screeds about bad-old, bad-old Los Angeles. Her overtures to trying to confront the “myths” of Los Angeles (because she’s so different than all the snotty urbanists who wrote before her about the wicked, wicked Gehenna known as LA) don’t work as she then goes on trade on the myths, and I’m just not in the mood.

Her thesis: the sustainability plan is a gloss for an unsustainable lifestyle, but is it a sign of change? Sure. Sustainability is pretty much that, everywhere. (Note: In New York, people who control capital flows that are completely and utterly destroying world environments take the subway to work. Is that sustainable because people aren’t driving?) Sustainability is aspirational,; it’s always aspirational, and I’m tired of having that discussion, too. Yes, LA is a problem. And yes it tries to fix itself and fails. But it still tries. Like everywhere else, even cities that urbanists love.

She drops a lot of names in the LA Pantheon of Writers (leaving aside Jane Jacobs): all white, all male: Kevin Starr (whom I admire madly); William Fulton; Christopher Hawthorne (wonderful writer), and of course, Mike Davis.

But Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. These are good writers. But. They are limited.

When I read white people’s writing about Los Angeles, it makes me grate my teeth. When I read people of color writing about Los Angeles, for the most part, the writing strikes me as much more relevant and believable. Now, maybe I’m overly hard on my fellow white people, but I don’t think so. I think it has to do with the presumptions about who can know what about what kind of city Los Angeles is, and what places and their archetypes represent LA.

To wit: White people write about Los Angeles like it’s all one place, and that place is the Westside, where relatively affluent white people live. There, maybe–maybe–you have people living in fortresses and cars and only stepping out in public for Ciclivia. Maybe. The partial–as long as it is white–gets to represent the whole.

But people in East Los Angeles have been conserving for years. They’ve been doubling up in homes, carpooling, taking the bus, etc. All the stuff the wealthy and privileged in LA don’t do and that, for reasons beyond me, is always used to represent the whole of life lived in LA. You can go to any Central American neighborhood just east of USC and you will find people all over the sidewalks, on their porches, chatting on street corners, carpooling, and conserving their plastic bags (and not jumping into their Hummers.) They have street life, and it’s not just on Ciclivia days.

(Ciclivic a wonderful event and I wholly support it, but that is your harbinger of change?)

Maybe I just have very good taste in Los Angeles writers of color and in neighborhoods, but…in some respects, it’s white supremacy that actually leads us here. Because the way the world is set up, people of color and their experiences…well, those can’t be representative of the whole, can they? They just can’t be. They are other. So writers of color, writing about Los Angeles, write about the Los Angeles they know (as does everybody) but nobody expects that to stand for the whole of Los Angeles. Instead, these writers write about the way life in Los Angeles is lived in my experience (a lot like I think life is lived in all these mega-regions); in neighborhood spaces, in districts, in parts of the region, rather than the region as a whole. Of course George Sanchez writes brilliantly about certain neighborhoods because a Mexican-American historian would, wouldn’t he? Ditto with Laura Pulido. And Walter Mosley. And so on, and so forth. Their work is expected to be partial, to show a slice of life in a world that is different from “the world.” As it turns out, empirically, these assumptions about partiality actually work out well in trying to represent Los Angeles, which is way too complicated to speak of as one place.

Whereas white writers have both the hubris and the societal approval to represent white Los Angeles as Los Angeles. And that’s not even remotely accurate, and it has never been accurate.

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For my beloved friends at Virginia Tech, April 16, 2007

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When does all the trickling down start? It would be good if it started to trickle soon

My feed came with this piece from the Raw Story this morning: America leads the developed world in child poverty. Yay, us. Here’s a quote:

The U.S. has one of the highest relative child poverty rates in the developed world. As UNICEF reports, “[Children’s] material well-being is highest in the Netherlands and in the four Nordic countries and lowest in Latvia, Lithuania, Romania and the United States.”

Our peer country is Romania.

I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m ready for all the Greg Mankiw-approved bullshit econ ideology to start paying off for poor kids. A timetable for delivering on all that trickling would be appreciated.

Frederich Hayek once thought he dealt a damning blow to the concept of social justice by penning The Mirage of Social Justice. He makes a fair point: given that what many look for in justice concerns the betterment of life for those who are impoverished, any gain in standard of living for those who are wealthy means that any progress for those who are impoverished seems diminished. People can always be made better off as along as any inequality exists. Hence, social justice is an insoluble, chimerical concept.

Sure. He’s right. I don’t see any real problems with the basic logic. Social conditions, and what is good and what is right, are always under deliberation. That’s news somehow?

But lots of life is enmeshed in these types of concepts. If I have to answer the question “How much justice is enough” then those who demand I answer it, in turn, have to answer the following for me: “How much wealth is enough?” and “How much economic growth is enough?”

Yeah, I didn’t think so.

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Do not look up your h-index

after you have looked up the h-index of a Nobel Prize Winner.

It would be most depressing to do that.

I just did.

D’oh.

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De’Londa Brice: one of the Wire’s most misunderstood characters

We are finishing up our discussion of The Wire this week in the Urban Planning and Social Policy class. I’ve been urging students to watch the female characters in the Wire, most of whom get pretty short shrift. I can’t think of any female character treated worse in the commentariat than De’Londa Brice, played brilliantly by Sandi McCree, who I think deserved much more attention than she got for her performances here. (It was hard to stand out in this cast of thousands, particularly with some of the other brilliant acting.)

It’s also hard to drop into discussions about the Wire, as the story lines are complex and interweaving. But let’s start with some build-up to Season 4. De’Londa has a child, Namond (one of Season 4’s main protagonists) by Roland (Wee-Bey) Brice. We-Bey was a “soldier” for the Barksdale organization who, once caught, agreed to cop to several serious crimes he didn’t commit (in addition to one they had him for) under the assumption that Barksdales will care for his family.

De’Londa is kept in pretty good style in this arrangement: she owns her house and keeps herself dressed up and looking sharp. For De’Londa, Wee-Bay is a role model for Namond; the use of the word “soldier” suggests a position of honor, bravery, and loyalty that people “in the game” associate with men who enforce kingpins’/generals’ orders. Wee-Bey and De’Londa both remember the time when the powerful men that surround them–Stringer Bell and Avon Barksdale, in particular–were just kids, building up their trade.

Undoubtedly, De’Londa has real problems as a mother: she conflates material things with status, comfort, and protection, and she has the tendency to talk to her son as if he is just an extension of Wee-Bay and herself. However, we should note, conflating things with status, security and even love is hardly unique in American life, nor is parental narcissism. She clearly loves him; you can see it on her face even in that clip. And even when she pushes him into the game, she has no intention of letting him drop out of school.

With De’Londa, the Wire is stepping into dangerous territory with black motherhood, where America Has Opinions, most of them stupid and racist, and if the comments are any indicator, there’s puh-lenty of judging of this woman’s shortcomings as mother, particularly when Brianna Barksdale, who could care less if Wee-Bey starts to sing and keeps her brother inside forever, cuts De’Londa and Namond off.

When she is cut off from the Barksdale money, De’Londa decides to “put Namond out” on the corner. “Putting out” is a specific term: it means Namond works a corner selling, and De’Londa wants to make her son hard–and she’s willing to be horrible to him to make him that way. Here she is, trying to force him to fear her more than he fears street violence, dissing his manhood, and comparing him unfavorably to his father. It’s a horrible scene to witness, and it’s acted beautifully by both actors. (Equally hard to watch is when Namond takes Michael to recover the stash from Kenard, who is a little kid, and Michael, already a soldier due to his own miserable circumstances, beats Kenard’s face in for mouthing off to Namond. When Michael discovers his power, it’s utterly terrifying.)

What I think McKee does here as an actress is amazing because you can see both the fury and the fear, the fear channeled into fury. She’s scared for her son, and she’s scared for herself because she knows how piss mean her world is when you are soft.

Namond has a chance to get out, and it becomes clearer and clearer to him that he can’t be what people expect him to be. He starts to break down more and more.

A former police officer, Bunny Colvin, encounters Namond in a special school program and sees that Namond might be able to do something else with his life. (It’s telling; of all the boys, only Namond has any real choices, and it’s due to his comparative affluence. I say comparative because it’s important not to conflate what De’Londa has with real money. Namond isn’t really special: he’s not smarter than Dukie or Randy; he’s not more loyal or more decent than Michael. He just has more to lose, lucks into opportunities, and sometimes shows a bit of his heart–something that as often as not gets treated badly.)

This is De’Londa after Namond gets picked up after being warned off the corner, when Colvin and she first meet. She can’t conceive of any man showing generosity he doesn’t expect to see paid back, and she’s as nasty as she can be to Colvin, instead of grateful, and she chews out Namond for being afraid to go to “baby booking.”

Much internet ink has been spilled calling De’Londa every name in book and exulting over the way Wee-Bey, eventually, “puts her in her place.” It’s annoying because it deliberately misunderstands what happens. Wee-Bey doesn’t have any special insights, either, not a first. His world is his world, and he’s expecting Namond to live in it as well.

Here, for example, is Wee-Bay with Namond early Season 4. Wee-Bey and De’Londa *both* ride on Namond about his pony tail and about “being real” and working the corner for Bodie. “Everybody has to start somewhere.” Wee-Bey chides him. This is the family business, and this could be any family with mom and dad ragging on a sulky teen who would rather hang out with his friends instead of work.

It’s only after the Barksdales forget about him that he is confronted with the possibilities for choice that Wee-Bey begins to question the world he lives in. Those questions come into hard relief when Colvin comes to visit Wee-Bey to discuss the possibility that Namond might come live with Colvin and his wife.

Colvin’s persuasion is brilliant. It’s a combination of place-based and time-based appeals to a common culture. The world has changed; the drug trade has changed; policing has changed. Baltimore has changed. The Barksdales, bad as they were in many respects, had norms and values that guided what they did until that organization changed in Season 3.

The new organizations stepping in are all young, bare-knuckles businessmen-killers who don’t observe any real niceties. “[Namond] ain’t made for those corners, not the way we was…” Colvin says.

Eventually Wee-Bey comes to see it.He tells De’Londa that he wants to let Namond go with Colvin. She resists; Namond is, after all, her son. And this is where , again, you see the raw fear in De’Londa’s character. She retains the language: “soldier” and “he needs to get hard.” He notes that being a soldier didn’t get him as much as they always thought. And Wee-Bey does stand by her, at least.

But peel back this scene: it’s the threat of physical violence that enforces Wee-Bey’s decision. De’Londa loses her son, not because she believes there is more for him out there, but because she is, for all practical purposes, powerless to stop it. And she knows it.

De’Londa takes work to understand. She takes work to see. But to start with, she’s not more than 30, which means she and Wee-Bey had Namond when she was in her teens. She was a baby herself.

The scraps of security she has were provided by her attachment to a violent man, a man who makes it obvious he can turn his violence on her any time she doesn’t do what he wants.

When the Barkdales cut her off, she’s supposed to do what? Go out and get a job? With what skills? Go out and work a corner herself? There, she’s incapable; she has a marginal knowledge of the actual trade even if she does understand the street. If she really knew the business, she wouldn’t have made the awful mistake of intervening on Namond’s behalf with another man in the hypermasculinized world of the street (and the cops, and, to no small degree, the politicians.)

De’Londa is a tragic character, not a villain. She doesn’t even see chances or choices because she doesn’t actually have many. When chances come up for her son, she can’t recognize them for what they are. Her shopping represents one of the few places she actually does have agency and choice. She lives in one world, and it’s her whole world, and she doesn’t see any other, and by end of Season 4, she’s lost everything in it but the things she’s bought. She’s an aging girlfriend of a man who no longer matters in the new world order of the streets.

BTW, anybody who doesn’t see the exact parallels between De’Londa and Brianna Barksdale in earlier seasons is not paying attention.

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Performance measurement and social goals: Onoro O’Neil and The Wire

The next two weeks we are discussing Season 4 of the Wire, and one of the things I wanted students to notice throughout concerns how performance measurement is used as currency within the institutions, their employees, and their service populations. There are 2 important instances just in the first part of the season.

1) the “September day” scenes, when truant officers just pick up the kids who need their “September Day”…because funding organizations are counting whether a child was there in September and October for one day at least, so that, essentially, the truant staff and the kids have a vocabulary around meeting just that requirement, and no more, in attendance;

2) the Major Crimes Unit encountering the “new broom” captain who is obsessed with his statistics: all he cares about are checking boxes. He micromanages; he steps on the entrepreneurial, risk-taking, and successful detectives in major crimes and promises to change the focus of the department. And he does. This is a group that had been able to make long-term commitments to arresting and convicting Avon Barkdale.

Our discussions prompted one of my students to share this essay on a middle school cheating scandal from the New Yorker. There is so much here that will make you want to throw your computer in a fury, but this paragraph takes the cake:

Every fall, the district held a convocation ceremony, which was usually in the Georgia Dome, where the Atlanta Falcons play. Schools that met their performance targets were seated on the field, while schools that fell short were relegated to the bleachers. Teachers spoke nervously all year about whether they would “make the floor.” At Waller’s first convocation, in 2005, he was humiliated by his seat in the bleachers. “It’s almost like having leprosy in the Bible,” he told me. “No one wants to associate with failure.

How #@#$@# petty can you get? Really? You think the other teachers are going to get failure cooties or something, if they all sit together as a group with common goals? Grrrrrrrrrrr!

This discussion has got me asking my students: are we doing more harm than good with performance metrics in service provision? Philosopher Onora O’Neil has devoted quite some time on working on issues of trust and metrics, so I sent this around:

I love the idea of intelligent accountability.

It takes them awhile to get started. She hots up about 8 minutes in.

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What if academic conferences occurred biennially?

There are different kinds of academics: there are good networkers that schmooze their way into things. These are academics who are great believers in going to conferences.

Then there are people like me, who are terrible in most interpersonal situations, find conferences paralyzing, and who, to the degree we have an academic reputation at all, have it because we write things that interest people. I am always being shoved into going to conferences, and I really don’t know why.

ACSP allows us 15 minutes to give our papers. 15 minutes. Have you ever tried to deliver a theory paper in 15 minutes?

The year-by-year duty of going to conferences is a money free-for-all; few universities cover enough travel for more than one conference, so people wind up paying for a bunch of travel out of their own pockets (because networking! Community!) and young scholars, in particular, can’t really afford it. It’s all done to maintain the coffers of a credentialing organization.

Then there’s the year-to-year drag of presenting bits, which tempts people to present work that isn’t fully mature (and how would you know, based on your 15 minutes of air time.) You spend a lot of time in the shallows.

I wonder if having conferences less frequently would be a good idea. You wouldn’t be able to get through as many papers, which might actually be a good thing if we thought the process would cull in favor of fewer papers with greater quality and higher impact.

Of course, I say that being an established scholar would likely be able to get my papers in that club now, but not when I was a younger, unpopular scholar. (Now I’m an old, unpopular scholar.)

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