Entrance ramp for the highway to perdition (bring your sour grapes)

Because I was a finalist last year, I was asked today if I would give my permission to be considered for Plymouth State's 2012 Distinguished Faculty Service Award. I refused. I don't regret my decision, but I want to write a bit about it as a way of sorting out my feelings...and it aroused some feelings.

The reason I gave for my refusal was that I have already been a finalist twice -- better to make more room for someone who was nominated by their colleagues this year. I believe that. In fact, I nominated a very hard-working and selfless colleague for the award this year and I would love to see her win. Too, part of me thinks the award will have more impact on the rest of the faculty if they can connect it to efforts that are still fresh in their mind. In fact, if I was to pull on that thread a little I might even say that the award should be mostly given to new-ish faculty as a way of inspiring new faculty to get involved in governance and University service.

But beneath that lurks some more complicated reasons -- and maybe even some resentment of the faculty as a whole. The only way I would have pursued the award again would have been so I could publicly refuse it. Before I explain why I would do that, let me explain why it's not an option. Most importantly (to me), I would not want to diminish the fine colleagues (many of whom are my close friends) who have won the award in the past. Their service HAS been distinguished -- in fact, much of what is both functional and principled in our governance system at PSU can be traced directly to these same colleagues. I would never want to suggest that I don't value their accomplishments, their dedication, and the massive time-commitment they invested in service generally and in governance in particular.

On a more practical note, though, it would be impossible to pull off such a protest. The winner is notified in the early summer. A lovely blurb is written about them and their portrait is taken for a spread in a glossy brochure that shows all of the distinguished teachers, scholars, Operating Staff, and PATs. It is distributed with much fanfare at the beginning of the following school-year and at every event thereafter. They would never allow a protest to interfere with the larger marketing effort. But right before the brochure is unveiled at Faculty Day, the Service and Scholarship winners are announced to the gathered faculty and given a gift bag and a framed certificate. They are not allowed to address the crowd. In short, in order to publicly refuse the award, one must first accept the award, be photographed for the brochure, be blurbed, be gift-bagged and certificated. Then you must either seize the microphone from the Provost, or shout your refusal from the cheap seats. I had something else in mind.

I would have refused the award on the grounds that service -- distinguished or otherwise -- is not really valued at PSU. Teaching and scholarship ARE valued (as they should be), but the Service Award means something only to a small minority of the faculty and administration. In fact, the vast majority of the faculty--if they think of it at all--probably consider the Service Award a sucker's prize.

I say so for several reasons. First, we all see the depressing turnout for Faculty Meeting and (even more depressing) for Faculty Forums. Our colleagues vote with their feet and in the hectic life of a university professor, most prefer to keep their feet in their office (or to take them home) in the late afternoons. Some keep their feet in a classroom...but even that is a choice since -- technically -- faculty are not supposed to teach for the 3:45-5 slot on the Mondays and Wednesdays when Faculty Meeting and Forums are held. Whether they choose to teach at that time, or they are scheduled by their Chair to teach at that time, it nevertheless signals that service is not a priority.

And that brings me to my second reason: many departments have decided to let others do service. A junior colleague from the S side of the College of A's and S's reported this Spring that her chair had told her not to worry about service. Get grants, she was told. "You can do service later." I'm not even sure I disagree with that idea -- the emphasis on scholarship at PSU is increasing and scholarship is not only good for the world of knowledge, it makes the University look good. It's hard to call up the alumni and drum up donations by telling them about the long hours the Gen Ed committee put into an assessment plan. Ch-ching. So it maybe it's understandable, but the fact is that many junior faculty are hearing the message that service is unimportant -- they hear it from the senior colleagues in their department, from their P&T committees, and from the vast majority of colleagues who neither attend nor take an interest in Faculty Meetings and governance.

Even so, what depresses me most are the colleagues who DO attend and take an interest in Faculty Meetings and governance. Last year we had to beg and cajole  faculty to volunteer to be "elected" Speaker Elect. Lots of people were nominated, none accepted. Not surprising since they all had front row seats last year while I, as Faculty Speaker, struggled with an immense load of communication, consultation, and consternation arising from the confluence of cost-cutting measures from the Board of Trustees and union organizing from a very vocal group of faculty. It wasn't fun and, unfortunately, I probably made it look every bit as burdensome as it was. The fact is, as the rest of our governance system has decayed, the Speaker has become one of the last faculty members who can get the ear of the administration AND the faculty. But doing so, while balancing the "more important" aspects of the job, is simply not possible for most faculty.

When, by May, we had still not found a willing nominee, we decided to address the number one concern EVERY nominee had cited in their refusal: work load. Not to seem self-serving (for me, or even for my successor), we proposed that future Speakers be given a three-credit course release for their term (preferably for the Fall semester), effective Fall 2012. The faculty voted it down.

Some of the reasons they cited were better than others. One former Speaker suggested that the Speaker's job was only for one year and that, if anything, we should consider giving course releases to committee members who were elected to three-year stints since theirs was the longer commitment. Another former Speaker claimed that the job was no worse than, and even easier than, chairing some committees. And several made the argument that if we loved teaching as much as they loved teaching we would never even consider a course release (to which I would have responded, don't consider running because -- without the course release -- your students will be the first to suffer...except that I couldn't argue that because the Speaker's job is to moderate, not to debate). And still others argued that it was the principle of the thing that would make them refuse. There were three branches here: A - Service should be freely given. If not, it's not service. It's like love: if you ask for help, Rush Limbaugh and some of our colleagues will call you a prostitute. B - We have no rationale for how we give course releases now, in fact we don't even know how they are negotiated since the number of course releases, the people who have them, and the conditions for those arrangements are either secret or unknown (which is worse?). And C, if our system of shared governance worked as it should, the Speaker would mostly make an agenda, ring the bell, and attend the catered meetings of the President. No big deal.

Those last two points made some sense to me. I think there are as many different standards for course releases as there are departments. Even worse, I think many who have course releases are not actually using them as they should be -- instead they teach a regular load (but with overload pay) and make time (as they can) for whatever work they were supposed to do in their release-time. And as for shared governance, if the administration was as concerned about faculty being invested in the major decisions of the institution as they should be...or if faculty at large were as willing to be the sort of informed and invested partners in governance as they should be...well, I wouldn't be writing this post. I'd be blasting pigs from the sky to slow-cook on my joy-fired solid-pearl BBQ pit. WITH a cup holder!

If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, the on-ramps to that highway are principles. The facts on the ground were these: the job is huge, the economic and restive conditions that made it tough last year are not going to get better in the foreseeable future, and NO ONE WANTS TO DO IT (we finally DID get a Speaker-Elect...in October). The world is not a principled place. The world is a real place where principled people walk into a crosswalk without looking because the law is on their side and all cars have to stop for them except that the driver of the cement truck who really does sympathize with their principles but still can't stop the truck because it's fully loaded with five tons of sloshing cement meant to pour the foundation for the new Student Indulgement Center and so, sadly, he smears them and their principles down the road. When it happens again, the faculty vote to send more faculty into the crosswalk without looking until cement trucks stop crushing them or we run out of faculty. Whichever comes first.

So in the end, if the faculty who care about service don't care enough about it to actively change it (or to run for the position they claim is so do-able), how much does a service award mean?

So now you see why I would have to publicly refuse the award. My principles will not allow me to do otherwise.

Notes on Art-Making 2

Outline of ideas about the conflict of conceptual art vs. representative art

First, I LOVE talented art that does show something I can recognize from the world.

On the other hand, I WANT to like art that is about ideas (and I DO like some of it -- Dali, ...

Here's where I struggle (how do we know that conceptual art IS art? If I can splatter paint on a canvas and say it's a concept, can't a three-year old do that...or at least someone with no training....what is an artist if it's not someone with great skill?

On Nancy Doyle's "Notes on Art-Making"

My Web Expressions course is reading Nancy Doyle's essay "Notes on Art-Making" and responding to the questions "When are you the most creative?"  and "What are the necessary conditions for creativity?" I'll come to those questions later, but first I want to do a little critical reading of the text.

First, I should say I could only read the first paragraph before I was immediately distracted by some more pedestrian questions: who the heck is Nancy Doyle and why should I care what she says about art? Is she some famous artist? Those questions reveal two important things about my situation: first, this is my first time teaching this class (or anything like it) so I modified my colleague, Evelyn Stiller's, syllabus for this semester; second, I don't know a lot about contemporary art. OK, I own that. Lots of my students could probably say the same sorts of things about themselves.

So what did I find out? First, I looked around her site at the paintings and other art that she featured. I only looked at HER art, though she had a large amount of other art that she discussed and promoted. I was impressed--she takes on a lot of subjects and tries out a lot of techniques. My favorite, hands down, was Rainy Night, a scene of a wet city street lit by streetlights, a car and neon signs --a view painted from her apartment window. I'm not sure how to articulate what I liked about it, but suffice it to say it captured not only the light and form of the scene, I felt that I could hear and feel it, too. Continue reading

$@*&%@#! Spring Break Miracle

I thought I would put my Journalism midterm on Blackboard (our "online classroom environment")  so students could cut and paste from the fact lists in the questions into their lead rewrites. The web portal, MyPlymouth, crashed and we spent 15 minutes trying to get all but one student logged in. Finally, I had to throw in the towel and make a take-home exam.

What are the lessons I can take from this?

A. Since you can't trust technology you should make a backup exam - in other words, do twice the work ahead of time or do the twice the work after the fact.

B. It's not ITS's fault the servers crashed. Even though the classroom has 20 computers, the system was never designed to allow more than four people to logon at the same time. I should have the other students wait in their seats until the first four are done.

C. One person's Spring Break miracle is another person's March 30 nightmare or -- since the take home exam will be an essay exam--the WHOLE CLASS'S March 30 nightmare.

D. Why bother to kick the ball, Charlie Brown?

Update: Things Are Looking Up

Sorry I haven't updated in more than a week. It's been so overwhelming that every time I sat down to sum up, I felt like I had more questions than answers. Things are looking up, for the most part, so here's the news:

The House

The house is pretty much gutted now. On the second floor, they removed the wood floor in the hallway; the sheetrock in the hallway, the girls' bathroom, and the exercise room; they are pulling up the carpet in the girls' rooms, the exercise room, and Tab's office; they are taking out the tile floor in the girls' bathroom. Essentially, every room up there except the master suite has been reduced to bare studs and subfloor. On the first floor, they pulled up all of the oak floors in the dining room, living room, and hallway; they're pulling up the floor tile in the kitchen and guest bath; they removed the sheetrock and ceilings in the dining room, living room, guest bath and part of the kitchen, they pulled up the carpet in my office. They will be replacing the treads on the staircase. Additionally, all of the built in bookshelves, the murphy bed, etc. from all rooms except the master suite and the family room have been removed to be refinished--that goes for many of the kitchen cabinets, too. They're also replacing the kitchen countertop and the vanity in the girls' bathroom.Eventually, they will have to refinish the oak floors in the family room, too. All of our belongings (except clothing and a few odds and ends we stored in the master closet) are packed away in storage or being refinished at the furniture medic or tested at the electronics restoration place.

When all is said and done, in three months, we'll have new carpets and oak floors in most of the house. They will paint every wall in the house. Plus, we'll have new tile floors in two bathrooms and in the kitchen and a new countertop in the kitchen.

We'll also have a new furnace--though that cost is on us since it was just a coincidence that the disaster happened to reveal that our furnace was on it's last legs.

Much of the wiring that was not damaged by the water will have to be replaced since the demolition revealed that it had been chewed in several places by mice. That cost is on us, too.

We chose to go with State Farm's preferred contractor for the rebuild. They're not local :-( but they have an excellent reputation and they guarantee their work (and that of all their subcontractors) for FIVE years! We should be ironing out details very soon on particulars like pain colors, tile choices, etc. The reconstruction is supposed to take two to three months. We fully expect it to take a little longer.

Our Living Situation

State Farm has been taking good care of us. We've been living at the Common Man Inn for a week now and will remain here until Friday. It's a pretty posh hotel for these parts and we have been pretty spoiled for the last week. At the same time, even with one room for us and one for the kids, it gets pretty old living in a hotel. Tonight we met with a local guy who owns a FABULOUS house up on Texas Hill Road. He agreed to rent the house to us for three months (and more if we need it). It's a gorgeous place--a giant log home with views of Plymouth Mountain on one side and a view clear up to the notch on another. We move in Friday. What's more, the place is fully furnished (even pots and pans and dishes), so we don't have to go down to Manchester to dig our stuff out of storage. We can't wait to get there and cook for ourselves for a change.

We're all doing fine. Maya has had some rough days (she feels very much adrift), and Tab and I worry about how much this will cost in the end, but by and large we're all just rolling with it. It could have been worse: we could have been uninsured, or insured by a lousy company. As it happens, we're feeling very well cared-for.

Many thanks to all who have written or commented or called...I'm sorry I haven't gotten back to most of you. The day to day details have been pretty daunting up this point. Our friends have really gone out of their way to support us--inviting us over for home-cooked meals, to offering rides for the kids, temporarily adopting the cat, and my friend Phil, in particular has spent hours serving as technical advisor, ambassador from the world of contractors, and part-time project manager. I owe that guy a beer... I owe a LOT of you a beer.

This summer, we'll have a big BBQ at our new house and we'll try to dish out some payback. You'll have to take your shoes off, though...new floors don't you know.

And your banjo too

And my banjo, autographed by Del McCoury, did not escape either. This photo doesn't show it too well, but the steam warped the head of the banjo pot (the "skin") right away. In a few days, the neck and head will probably warp too.

Bye bye banjo

Bye bye banjo

The House on Soggy Lane

Just as finals were winding down (and grading was reaching the fever pitch) the heating pipes on part of the second floor froze up. It took a team of plumbers four days to get the heat back on (and they informed us along the way that our wonderful TARM dual-fuel furnace--it's got a HEMI--was a piece of junk on it's last legs). The final bill came to several thousand, but no worries--we were fully insured (minus a $1000 deductible) and anyway it could have been worse. At least the pipes hadn't burst and flooded the house, collapsing ceilings, ruining walls and our hardwood floors, and generally damaging or destroying our furniture and belongings. At least that hadn't happened.

And then it did.

We got back from our Christmas trip to Illinois on the 31st of December. On New Year's Day, we opened our gifts to each other at home, then packed the car to drive north to visit Tab's folks in Littleton. Since the weather was turning nasty, we planned to spend the night rather than drive back down through Franconia Notch (a treacherous pass in the winter time).

When we got home at noon on the 2nd, I opened the door to a wall of hot steam and the sound of cascading water. I cursed, Tab began to cry, and Maya went into a full-fledged panic attack. Steam had condensed on every surface, every possession on the first floor. Our kitchen floor was a puddle of hot water. The dining room was destroyed. And so on.

The dining room/sauna

The dining room/sauna

The kitchen ceilings in the steam

The kitchen ceilings in the steam

Within 15 seconds, I had the camera and was taking pictures while Tab contacted our team of plumbers and our insurance agent, however the steam was so bad that the camera fogged up. This was typical of the first pictures I took.

When the steam had cleared (some 30 or so minutes later), this is what it looked like (see below).

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The family room with all of the furniture we could salvage crammed into it and one of Service Master's industrial dehumidifiers in the background

The family room with all of the furniture we could salvage crammed into it and one of Service Master's industrial dehumidifiers in the background

We have wonderful friends, though. Within 20 minutes, Cathie, Liz, Jeanette, and Phil were there to help us move furniture and china and other belongings from the wettest parts of the house to the driest parts. Later that night, Robin, Phil, Ruby, and Cathie came back with pizzas and made us eat and offered to take Maya home for a sleepover (she happily accepted--Brianna had long since fled to her best friend Devon's house). Also, I should say that our plumbing team was there within minutes of our call and they did a great job of stopping the leak, fixing the broken pipes, and even tearing up some of the saturated carpets and throwing them out of the second story windows.

Our insurance company had us call ServPro to handle the cleanup and recovery. They were rude. They didn't return phone calls. We called State Farm again and asked for someone else. They suggested Service Master. They are saints. They dispatched a team IMMEDIATELY. Paul and Junior showed up and went to work right away--the first thing they did was make sure that we knew we were in good hands--that they were going to clean, remove, strip, assess, pack...everything but cook for us. They were remarkable. They were able to get the two inches of water off of the basement floor and remove the saturated insulation from the basement and dining room ceilings even before they left that night. They were back "with reinforcements" this morning to continue the drying out and to begin the thorough assessment.

And us? We're in a hotel -- one room for Tab and I (and Irie), one for the girls. We've got what clothes we could gather, and books, and DVD players and etc. We're OK.

We're covered. We'll be out of the house for a few months while the place is first stripped to the studs, then rewalled, refloored, re-etc. But for now we're dry and safe.

New Facebook Test Application

I couldn't actually post this ON Facebook because someone might have thought it was aimed at them, specifically.

I'm devising a new FB test application: answer ten questions and it will tell you whether you are narcissistic, vain, self-absorbed, egotistical, conceited, self-important, self-loving, or merely self-admiring.

Question 1:
`Ssup good looking?

that's why all the folks on rocky top get their corn fom a jar

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It was another bittersweet day. More than anything, I regret the things I said and did when Brian and I argued at the end of our trip. With Andrew and Chad's help, I had trimmed the argument scene from the play down to a much faster, much angrier, and much more accurate portrayal of that fight. That Nick and Thomas (and Jen and Jenna) played their roles so splendidly made it that much harder to watch and listen to...take after take.

Then again, they turned in great performances today and we wrapped the shoot on time and on budget (I think).

After we left the set, in ones and twos a few of the crew gathered at Chad and Jen's place. We drank the better part of a quart of moonshine and encouraged Emily to tell us more stories from Breathitt County. I was writing them down when Andrew, feeling the corn liquor, narrowed his eyes a little and drawled across the table, "Boy, when we're talkin' around the shine WE don't take notes."

As eager as I am to see Tab and the girls tonight, it was hard to leave this morning. Jen has been so gracious and generous while I've been squatting in Dylan's room for the past two weeks. And Andrew has become like a brother to me--not just because he FELT this story so strongly, but because I could sit and talk with him for hours.

And especially because Chad and I, who have always shared a loss, have spent the last two weeks handling it again. And because all of us, working together, brought something of them back.

Night for Day

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Today...

Chad and Andrew and Tommy loaded a camera worth more than all of my possessions into a flat-bottomed boat today so they could shoot and shoot and shoot from the water. John and Angela and Ian stood in the water to hold the boats steady and in position.

It was, finally, sunny. Brilliant. Perfect for shooting "day-for-night" with filters and low angles.

At lunch, Emily told the story of one of her mother's elderly patients who, on her very first visit to a hospital, complained to Emily's mother about the food in her hospital room. "There's something wrong with that Kentucky jelly. I tried some on a biscuit and it just tasted terrible."

The news crew canceled out of consideration for the scenes we were shooting today.

One of the interns, a great guy named Kenny, took my camera out in the canoe so I could have a shot of the four cast members out on the dock (in the "wish" scene). I was asked to back his car out of the way of the shot. I told him that if he didn't get my camera in the lake I wouldn't put his car in the lake.

All four of the actors nailed that scene.

Nick (as "Scott") howled as he threw the typewriter out into the lake. Angela and John retrieved it from the water. He threw it again and again.

Jen ("Tab") told me that she once owned a dog that would never come when it was called. Her mother named it "Godot."

Nick had to change clothes for the scene in which he is finally revealed to also be the "narrator". We stood on the dock and talked about his lines. He was covered in mud and I poured lake water on his head and down his back. When we were alone, he asked me what the lines meant, what I really wanted out of my brother. I told him.

Andrew called action and I poured another bowl of lake water on his head and leapt out of the shot. Nick shouted "Swim, Goddammit! Swim!." He screamed it out over the lake. He wept and howled and screamed it again and again and again.

When that was over, Chad and Andrew took a break as DP and Director and came over to sit in the beached canoe with me. You would have thought none of us already knew how this ends.

Also, Jen and I watched a finch landing on a cat tail at the lake's edge. It plucked a wisp from the ragged end and flew off to pad its nest. It kept coming back for more.