Debris
«chaque notaire porte en soi les débris d’un poète.»Archive for academia
More evidence that Duke is full of wankers
Meanwhile, at the Northwestern of the Southeast, the controversy du jour concerns a study of sex toys. As part of the study, female students are invited to attend a “one-hour party” at which they will “view sex toys and engage in sexually explicit conversation with other female Duke students.”
The director of the campus Catholic Center expressed concern: “[T]hese students are in this developmental phase, and I don’t think it’s a good developmental practice to just tell somebody to just sit around and masturbate. I don’t think that promotes relationships.”
Scenes from the Post-Racial Society in Evanston
Two Northwestern University thought it would be a real hoot to don blackface for Halloween. Reaction on the campus and beyond ranged from justified indignation and shock at such a crass display of racist imagery, to predictable whining about “political correctness”.
Personally, I find the most outrageous tidbit in the story to be the absurd characterization of Northwestern as the “Harvard of the Midwest”. Everyone knows that Northwestern is the Duke of the Midwest. There is no Harvard of the Midwest–a fact very much to the Midwest’s credit. Instead, Harvard might possibly claim to be the University of Chicago of New England.
Tell me about yourself
The Fall term may be winding down (I teach my last class on Monday), but there is no slackening of activity at the law school. After the Thanksgiving break, while the students run the gauntlet of final exams, we will play host to several very promising faculty candidates. Now, thanks to Jeffrey Harrison, I’ve got some good questions to ask:
1. What was your favorite book at age 15?
2. What were the last 10 books you read that had nothing to do with law?
3. Name your favorite opera, aria, symphony or any non pop, folk, alt music?
4. Who was your favorite teacher before law school and why?
When I was a candidate, I’m sure I’d have found these more interesting to discuss than the standard interview queries, though I’m not at all sure whether I’d have fared better or worse in the process. In any event, here are my own answers:
1. Favorite book at age 15:
- Arthur Conan Doyle, “A Study in Scarlet” (actually the entire Homes canon).
2. Last 10 non-law books read:
- H.G. Wells, The Invisible Man and The Time Machine;
- Joseph Mitchell, My Ears Are Bent;
- Kingsley Amis, Everyday Drinking
- Studs Terkel, Giants of Jazz
- Jonathan Lethem, You Don’t Love Me Yet
- Zane Gray, Riders of the Purple Sage
- Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash
- Tom Boellstorff, Coming of Age in Second Life
- James Prosek, Fly-Fishing the 41st
- Sholom Auslander, Foreskin’s Lament
3. Favorite opera, aria, symphony or any non pop, folk, alt music:
- Opera:Verdi, Aida
- Symphony: Mahler, No. 1
- Other “non pop, folk alt music”: Thelonious Monk(I’m presuming that this qualifies)
4. Favorite teacher before law school and why:
- Moishe Postone, University of Chicago. More than any teacher I’ve had before or since, Moishe challenged me to think critically and carefully, especially but not exclusively about sociological theory. He also gave me my favorite University of Chicago image, when he described students not dancing at parties because they feared falling off the edge of the existential abyss. He is the epitome of a scholar and a mensch.
My next project — Who’s Law: Daleks, Time Lords, and Cybermen in Socio-Legal Perspective
And people think my research on law in Second Life is way out.
Stupid college president tricks
Robert Paxton, the president of ICCC for 13 years, resigned Thursday following a report in the Des Moines Register that he was photographed shirtless, while holding a small Coors Light keg over a woman’s mouth. The photo, showing Paxton with a group of young women and one man, was taken aboard a boat on Iowa’s West Lake Okoboji, according to the Register, which received the photo from an area resident.
The truth shall set you free
Leonard Fein’s column in The Forward today caught my attention, not because of its substantive focus (the Clinton campaign’s ridiculous attempts to excuse Hillary Clinton’s fictional account of her Bosnia excursion as “misspeaking” or “mistaken remembrance”) but because of its opening paragraph:
Harvard’s motto is “Veritas” — truth. The motto of Brandeis is “Truth Unto Its Innermost Parts”; Yale’s is “Lux et Veritas,” light and truth (and the same for the University of Indiana); and Johns Hopkins goes with “Veritas Vos Liberabit,” the truth shall make you free.
When I was an undergraduate at Johns Hopkins, noted alumnus Russell Baker (‘47) gave a speech on the theme of the University’s motto. He began, as I recall, by contrasting the Hopkins motto with those of Harvard, Brandeis & Yale. While Harvard, Brandeis & Yale cite truth for its own sake, Hopkins emphasizes the instrumental value of truth. He then pointed out that the JHU motto was not necessarily true. For example, he noted, in the case of a felon, the truth might get him fifteen to twenty years in prison, while, in the case of an unfaithful husband, the truth might set him a good deal freer than he cared to be.
Of course, even Russell Baker couldn’t have anticipated the Clintons.
Cheese, Flies, & Business Organizations
BYU law professor Gordon Smith has embarked on a fascinating study of business organization and relations among cheesemakers in Wisconsin. What a great idea — he’ll undoubtedly have loads of fun collecting his data, and the study promises to shed light on the interesting, and underexamined, world of business cooperatives. And it gives me a great idea for yet another project in my burgeoning research agenda on law and fly fishing: business organization and relations among fly shops. In his cheesemaker study, Gordon is looking at how small Wisconsin producers have adapted in the face of competition from large national operations (many based in California). Traditional local fly shops are likewise facing competition from large national retailers like Cabela’s, Orvis, L.L. Bean, and a slew of online vendors. It would be interesting to examine the business strategies local fly shops have adopted in an effort to stay alive.
(Alas, YouTube doesn’t appear to have a clip of the Harlan Pepper fly shop scene from Best in Show.)
Acceptance
I am very pleased to report that my article, Liars & Terrorists & Judges, Oh My: Moral Panic and the Symbolic Politics of Appellate Review in Asylum Cases, will be published in the upcoming issue of the Notre Dame Law Review.
Taking stock, and finding a bull market
As the year winds to a close, it is customary to reflect on the past and look toward the future. For me, the most significant development of this past year was my move to a new city and my start at a new career. Nearly 6 months in, I remain unreservedly happy about both. Being a professor has been my goal for most of my adult life. I’d likely have been happy with just about any academic job; but Elon, where I’ve landed, has proved to be a remarkably good fit.
All of which leaves me scratching my head at the suggestion that law professors, as a group, are unhappy, or at least uneasy, with their careers. Paul Caron, writing at MoneyLaw, suggests an explanation for this ostensible problem, which he derives from a recent book, The Three Signs of a Miserable Job:
The first sign of a miserable job is anonymity, which is the feeling that employees get when they realize that their manager has little interest in them a human being and that they know little about their lives, their aspirations and their interests.
The second sign is irrelevance, which takes root when employees cannot see how their job makes a difference in the lives of others. Every employee needs to know that the work they do impacts someone’s life–a customer, a co-worker, even a supervisor–in one way or another.
The third sign is something I call “immeasurement,” which is the inability of employees to assess for themselves their contribution or success. Employees who have no means of measuring how well they are doing on a given day or in a given week, must rely on the subjective opinions of others, usually their managers’, to gauge their progress or contribution.
Like Professor Bainbridge (with whom I can’t claim to have much else in common), I don’t think any of these signs applies to my work.
My dean most certainly expresses a sincere interest in me, not only as a faculty member but as a human being. So do the rest of my colleagues, and indeed my students. And I likewise take such an interest in each and all of them. Perhaps this is attributable to Elon Law’s being a new institution. Or perhaps we are successfully developing a culture of mutual respect. Either way, I most definitely do not feel anonymous at Elon.
Nor do I feel irrelevant. Most obviously, my work makes a big difference in the lives of my students, not just immediately, but down the road. The students at Elon have taken a big chance by attending a new law school rather than an already established one. My colleagues have likewise taken the same chance by choosing to teach here. None of us forgets for a moment that we are counting on each other to establish Elon rapidly and firmly as a serious and worthy institution, of which we can be proud to be among the creators.
As for measurement, that’s not something I give much thought to anyway. I’m instinctively suspicious of “metrics” and “benchmarks” and other techniques of questionable quantification. But, for what its worth, I get sufficient feedback to give me some sense of how others think I’m doing. The dean has been generous with his assessment, both in the sense of offering it freely and framing it positively.
I anxiously (in both senses of the word) await my first set of student evaluations. I confess to occasionally peeking at RateMyProfessor.com to see if they’ve posted anything about me (not yet, and I hold out no hopes of a chili pepper).
To my few but loyal readers, I wish the very best of new years.
What’s in a name? Perhaps your GPA.
According to a recent study, students whose first names begin with “A” or “B” get better grades than those whose names begin with “C” or “D”. Just one more reason I’m glad I named my son Alexander.
(Thanks to Concurring Opinions and PrawfsBlog for the tip.)
