Today, I had to talk to my class about plagiarism.
This is what I wore.
For the first hour, we finished up with Metaphysics, as I told them I would. And then we did something Different. As I told them we would.
The first thing I did was read them the Academic Honesty Statement on the syllabus, telling them that, from this point on, I would want their citations all in the Same Style. That, if whole paragraphs went uncited, if there were no references to the works used as resources, then that That Paper Would Fail. The next time it happened, that Student would fail.
I told them that it would take longer to get papers back, now, because of the things I would have to do to check their papers. How I’d have to run it through Turnitin. Or Plagiarism.org. Or even just Google.
I paused. I looked down at the floor and I said, “‘Academic Dishonesty’… is a Hollow Phrase. Plagiarism is… betrayal of trust.” I told them about Dr Herman and the talks he used to have to give, and I told them about how the dynamic had now changed, between us.
"Before this, we could get along, we could talk, have a conversation. We liked each other." I smiled.
The smile fell away. “Now. Now there’s mistrust. Now there’s worry. Now there’s suspicion. And not just from Me, but also, for you. Because now you are going to be Freaking. Out. about whether you cited your sources correctly.
"And I didn’t want that."
I told them, “You are all paying money to be here. You have all made the Choice to be here. (There’s that word again);” (we’d been talking about free will, earlier). “If you aren’t going to do the work… Then there’s the door. Go somewhere else. Do Something Else.
"But if you’re going to be here, then you better do the work. Because if I’m going to be here, then you can be damn sure I’m going to do the work. And if you Waste My Time with this… Well. With these “mistakes” that I’ve encountered. Then I’m going to be displeased.
"If you don’t want to be here, you can go, right now. I don’t want to waste your time. I don’t want you to waste my time. And I DAMN sure don’t want you wasting your classmates’ time.
"Now! We have about five minutes left: Who’s got questions about the test?"
And that was my plagiarism talk.
The two culprits looked suitably abashed, and the entire class looked really uncomfortable. Afterward, several people came up to me to ask me about the method of their citations, thus far.
I rate this “I am both seethingly angry and vastly disappointed in you” lecture a success.
'For Questions __-__, refer to the following example: ‘Roy’s father asks him why he wants to go to the store. Roy responds, “I Want More Life Cereal, Father.” When Roy’s father explains that he can’t have more Life, because they don’t make it anymore, Roy throws a tantrum and destroys his father’s favourite chess set. Roy storms out of the house to go play with his friend Rick. Rick asks Roy why he broke his father’s chess set, and Roy responds, “Because he couldn’t give me more Life.” Rick doesn’t understand, and doesn’t want to play with Roy, anymore.’
Currently Administering the exam for my Perimeter class. I’ll go home, after this, and finish writing the Kennesaw Exam.
I had UnknownBinaries shuffle all my class notes and then hand them back to me, and I’m using that as the basis for the order of the questions. don’t want any topic all in one place, you know? I need to start keeping a question bank, for future classes.
I also need to determine how many short answer questions I want them to have…
VNV Nation - [Chosen]—- It can safely be said that these have been two of the most infuriating weeks of my life. Especially In my life as a professional instructor. In addition to having little or no time to do the things I need to do, while grading this batch of papers, I’ve found two separate instances of whole-cloth, copy/pasting plagiarism.
This means that, on Tuesday, my class and I are going to have a Very Long Talk about Plagiarism. (Gary Numan - [Prophecy]). And this will be in place of their test review.
I was very lucky, in high school and undergrad. (The Birthday Massacre - [Happy Birthday]). I had two instructors who instilled in me the understanding that intellectual rigour, integrity, and self-empowerment go hand in hand. That there is nothing as powerful, in the academic and argumentative sphere, as being able to craft an argument, back it up, and make your work both open to interpretation and unassailable. Doctors Lorraine Wilson and Jonathan Herman taught me everything I know about intellectual pride and integrity, but it wasn’t until this week that I fully understood.
In undergrad, invariably, in every class, Dr Herman would have to stop class and make a speech about plagiarism and academic honesty. (KMFDM - [Ikons]). You see, Jon said, whenever an instructor discovers plagiarism, it completely alters the dynamic of interaction within the class. The instructor and the students no longer have innate trust between them, and the instructor views each new paper with suspicion. This is, no shit, 100% true. And it’s like you can feel it. Something about a particular turn of phrase, something in the cadence of the writing…
How to Destroy Angels - [The Space in Between]—- I get it now. The dynamic is altered, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to read another one of their papers, without running it through Google… I never wanted that.
So, on Tuesday, in place of at least part of their test review, there will be me, giving one of Dr Herman’s speeches.
Dead Can Dance - [Labour of Love (radio)]—- I will, of course, give him proper attribution.
Man Mantis - Minor Aches and Pains—- So, a while ago, I wrote this kind of tentative list of “Musician Magicians,” that is, musicians who use or reference occult themes and work. There are two things which have happened, since that time:
Miranda Sex Garden - [Havana Lied]—- 1) I’ve become aware of Dr Quandary, and holy crap.
2) I’ve started to wonder, “Are any of these people referencing this stuff in an other-than-genuine way?”
Einstürzende Neubauten - [Zebulon]—- What I mean is, how many of these folks are talking about occult themes, making consistent and particular references to kinds and types of magic… But don’t actually do what you might call “Believing” in the shit they talk.
Now, as I’ve discussed in Other Venues, this doesn’t necessarily matter, right? One can know or believe utter bollocks about magic, but still hit on a useful conception, a good Point of View, which allows those of us so inclined to Do The Work and Make The Art. (Geinoh Yamashirogumi - [Tetsuo]) (This song is actually a Really Fitting followup to Neubauten). Hell, they could even be downright hostile to the idea of so-called real magic, and still write a damn fine song for use in ritual. You feel me?
So my question becomes— or should become— not “Are They Sincere?” but rather “Does It Matter?” Well, to an extent? It does, yes. The intent of understanding and perspective that gets put into the art of music is a visceral thing, and, with that in mind, we feel the output of that intent, of that perspective. So. When I make music with an eye (ear) to transformation, transmutation, reification, then I am pushing that desire to instill, transform, transport, that apotheotic (shut up it’s a word now) urge. It becomes a part of my notes, my voice, my playing, my carriage, my body language, on stage…
Panzer Ag - Not Too Late—- Every motion on the stage, every cast of the hand, every lilt of the voice, particular and In That Moment, becomes a magical work, becomes a spell-singing, a sigil-dancing, a will-drumming. It is… Magical…
Can’t it be said that that’s just Good Music? That transformation, that Immersion, that thrumming of connection? Isn’t that just music as does that?
Thoughts are welcome, in the comments, as are more bands which use magic, in their works.
LUXT - [Proof]—- Earlier, I was thinking about the ideas we use to motivate ourselves (see previous post), and I thought about all the shit I have to do, this weekend. Usually, I’d go to the Hagakure for this one. “Tomorrow too is but a single day,” and all of that.
But what, I said to myself, if it’s more than a day’s work? How do you kick yourself in the ass to deal with that much work to do? I never found a thing in my arsenal, at the time.
The Reverend Horton Heat - [‘D’ for Dangerous]—- No motivation to exercise? Try this: Your strength training is dictated by Gruney Halleck. Your stretches? Prana-Bindu training. Meditation? Why that’s just your Acute Observation.
When you are done, you will know the Weirding Way.
“The remixes aren’t terrible, and that’s as much as I’ll say at risk of saying something positive about Chris Brown. … The most important thing to remember is that if you have a problem with these two teaming up: Don’t blame Rihanna. Blame the ravenous, unscrupulous, money-starved record industry for being complacent through this entire event. The whole machine is falling apart, so everyone — artists like Ludacris and Justin Bieber, their labels and managers, magazines like Vibe who put Chris Brown on the cover, awards shows like the Grammys, TV networks who play Chris Brown videos — they’re all too afraid to potentially put forth an opinion that would prevent them from being where money is. The fact that everyone except Jay-Z and Miranda Lambert is too chickenshit to speak out against woman-beating is pathetic beyond pathetic. Everyone is too scared to compromise their chance to catch the last remaining dollars during the music industry’s death rattle.”—
Christopher R. Weingarten, SPIN Magazine (via theremina)
We seek the spiritual and physical exaltation of individuals and their anatomies, as well as communities and their environments, according to their wills, desires and laws, to the extent they are not oppressive.
We believe that scientific knowledge and technological power are among the…
It is too early for this level of cognitive dissonance.
When you refill the coolant in your radiator, after draining, and after several overheating events, remember two things:
1) Express the air from your coolant system, in accordance with your Haynes or other automotive Manual. Otherwise there won’t be enough pressure in the closed system to actually, you know, move coolant around.
2) However “topped off” you think your levels are, account for the amount of coolant lost in the process of your car fucking overheating.
Thanks to Bob for noticing the “Expel Air” part of the Haynes notes.
Every time my car breaks and I fix it, I become more and more capable of fixing my car.
Yeah, I was worried, and yes I cut it down to the wire (got it done, at 5.45pm, just before I had to go to perimeter), but you know what? I fixed that shit.
A librarian’s routine day at work took an exciting turn when he discovered a surprise tucked between the pages of a dog-eared copy of Plato’s “Republic”: a greeting card signed by famed author Jorge Luis Borges.
Librarian Louis Choquette was working at Toronto’s Agincourt District Library when he just happened to pick up the book and flip through it. A huge fan of the author, he was astonished to find the greeting card. Dated June 14, 1978, the note says: “Thank you very much for your great welcome and reception. I wish you the very best success with your library and its marvellous collection of books.”
Experts say that “Borges likely did not write the note himself because he was blind by 1978 and often dictated his letters,” according to Toronto.com, but the card is not thought to be a hoax. He may, however, have signed it: the signature on the card matches known examples of his signature.
The Story So Far: On Thursday afternoon, my car started overheating. On Thursday night, while driving on the highway, it near-terminally overheated, resulting in the knowledge that I am loved and that my friends are awesome.
Today, after two days of not driving my car, I resolved to perform an experiment.
Venetian Snares - [Colorless]—- The plan took the following form: After checking my coolant levels, I would drive my car the roughly-one-mile distance to the nearest Bank, by and at which I would fulfill the dual purpose of both testing the performance of my car and obtaining money in order to prevail upon my roommates to purchase some small amount of product from the Grocer.
Venetian Snares - [The Hopeless Pursuit of Remission]—- In the process of driving I made the following notations: While the temperature gauge of the vehicle started out as normal, remaining in the “Cold” indication for some minutes, as soon as it Did begin to rise it did so, as was seen on Thursday, with some great rapidity. It hovered, then, at just below the “Optimal” indication point, until I began an acceleration from a full stop. At this point it began, unmistakably, to rise above the middle line, and ever closer to the Red, or “Hot” indication.
Venetian Snares - [Holló Utca, Pt. 2]—- By this point, I was nearly to the aforementioned fiduciary repository and the gauge read at about 3/4ths it’s range. (Venetian Snares - [Room 379]). I pulled into the parking lot, and sat idling, for some several seconds. The temperature gauge did not rise. Neither, though, did it decline…
Venetian Snares - [Integraation]—- So I exited the vehicle, consulted the Banking Automata, and was once again on my way. This time, upon initiating the contained combustion process, the Temperature Apparatus immediately indicated the “Optimal” range (again: just below the midway point). And so, exiting my assigned space, I found myself sitting behind a person attempting to exit the lot who had, him or herself, apparently forgotten how to do so. They waited through long stretches of a lack of vehicles, until the light toward which they were turning became green. Only then did they exit and turn onto the main thoroughfare. Annoyed though I was, i took this opportunity to study my conveyance while again at idle. The Gauge rose, very slowly, but very steadily.
And so, as I turned onto the street, I noticed the increase in indicated temperature— for access to the specific temperature eludes me, lest I risk scalding, burning, disfigurement— continued, unabated. (Venetian Snares - [Holló Utca, Pt. 5]). And so I began the next stage of my experimentation. I took my foot away from the velocity amplification pedal— and the increase abated. Indeed, when the Revolutions Per Minute had decreased below 1500, then the indicated temperature not only stopped increasing, but actually began to decrease.
Venetian Snares - [My Half]—- I was in shock. I began to accelerate, again, and immediately the temperature rose. I decelerated again, quickly. To my unending horror, the temperature still more sharply rose! I was aghast, and took my foot away from the decelerator, altogether. When the system had again reached an internal equilibrium of below 1500 RPM, it began again to lower its temperature. I had, by this point, begun the process of using Lights to indicate to all others that my vehicle was in a potentially Hazardous situation.
Venetian Snares - [Holló Utca, Pt. 4]—- As I drove, I noticed that, going uphill, as long as I kept the Revolutions below 1500, then the indicated temperature would Actively Decrease. (Venetian Snares - [My Crutch]). When I traveled downhill, however, all I was able to accomplish was to keep the temperature from increasing (and that, only with great difficulty).
When I had, again, returned to the carriageway of mine own domicile, for several second I sat, again, at Idle. The temperature gauge— as if laughing in my face— dipped.
But only just.
Long story short, if I keep it below 1500 RPM it doesn’t overheat, but if I change gears too rapidly do decelerate, it does.
Venetian Snares - [I’m Sorry I Failed You]—- And yes, I wrote this in the style of Poe and Lovecraft, to get myself through it, because I’m really starting to get worried about this, and Don’t know what it could indicate.
Comments welcome from those who are more knowledgeable about cars than I. Especially those with experience with temperature system failures on Hondas.
[EDIT: The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets - [Power Up]—- I’m really hoping it’s the thermostat. It’s been the most-often-suggested option, but I wanted to provide some more data, just in case people were trying to get me not to freak out about a potentially-blown head gasket.]
Okay, so I get that each major party does what is tellingly called “Going To Its Base”— that is, engaging the most vociferous and frenzied of their constituents, as those are the ones most likely to vote, and to talk to others About Voting.
Now, the base of any party is usually comprised of various combinations of Single-Issue Voters (abortion, health care, taxes, defense, etc), but not always.
I get that they do it, and I get that they do it to win elections. But why?
I’m not being hyperbolic when I say that the habit of “Whipping up the Base(st Instincts of every damn voter)” is tearing the country apart. Has been since the 70’s.
We call it talking about “values,” but it’s really just whitewashing the fact of divisive rhetoric.
So my car overheated on the highway, on the way home from class. I mean, redlining, smoke-/steam-spewing, shaking overheating.
Long story very short, I stopped at an Applebee’s, called some people, realised my insurance’s “emergency roadside assistance” was for shit, and then a bunch of people on the internet and in meatspace made seriously helpful offers and actions. Got picked up by Sparky and made contact with an all-night tow service via .
All of you people rock. Seriously. Everyone who tried to find me a ride, offered to Give me a ride, everything. You’re all top-notch.
I was going to use This as a representation of my day.
I can’t find the picture I want, on the internet, but it’s from the end of the first arc of Transmetropolitan, after Spider’s gotten the shit kicked out of him by the cops, and he says, “I’m here to Stay! Shoot me and I’ll spit your goddamn bullets back in your face! I’m Spider Jerusalem, and Fuck ALL of you!”
Hey, universe? You took a lot of money, time, and mental stamina from me, these past few weeks. But you know what? I’m still here, motherfucker.
Today? So far today has been EXTREMELY ANNOYING, verging on Utter Suck. Thought I lost my Debit card and, although I found it, the entire ordeal made me late to a meeting with a student. She’s nowhere to be seen (but the other people in the office say no one came looking). On top of this, my car is overheating in a major way, and I don’t have the money/time to get it looked at.
So, I pour coolant into the intake, and replace the oil, and I pray to the dark gods and I Will and Demand From The Universe that it stay together long enough to get me home tonight, to class tomorrow, and home tomorrow.
After tomorrow, I can figure something else out. But these next two days are Immediate Needs.
I am so goddamned tired, these days, you just don’t understand. I work 6 days a week, minimum, sometimes 12 hours a day. My days are chopped up in such a way that if I’m not sleeping, eating, or showering, i am working. The other day, I had to prep for class, in the bathroom, because I didn’t have any other time. Yes, really. By the time I get home, on the long days, it’s all I can do to remain upright, let alone class prep.
I have two tests and their study sheets to write, one essay for which I have to determine the format and content, short response papers to grade, and lectures to prep.
I am tired all the time.
I’m thinking of taking up a B-Vitamin habit. Just start jamming myself so full of ground-up supplements as to turn myself into some kind of Alchemical reactor wherein i synthesize and process my own NZT.
The heart of my question is, “What is the model by which we can plot the relationship of No-Longer-Having-A-Lack-Of-Resources to The-Industrialized-Means-of-Production-of-Goods?” How do we get to where we have all of what we need, if not via industry? Replicators? Matter-Recombination? People build and make and fabricate… Post-Scarcity isn’t as simple as “Oh Now We Don’t Need Things Anymore,” so how do we actually get there? What does “getting there” look like?
One answer that was given was to think of it as a hyperbolic curve, with Scarcity of Goods being a Function of Industrialization. This is useful as it allows us to see the relationship in a correlative manner.
But i’m also willing to concede that I may be begging that question: That maybe there is no direct correlation between Post-Industry and Post-Scarcity.
Talk to me. Give me some other models and ideas. Point me at some articles.