Saturday, July 3, 2010

“Clown and face painting!...Let’s enjoy the 4th together as AMERICANS!”

     Looks like the President of the SOCCCD board, Don Wagner, is moving full steam ahead in his bid for State Assembly. Good for him!
     On the other hand, he continues to sip unsavory tea. In fact, he’s chugging the stuff, ‘cause he’s a scheduled speaker for yet another big “Tea Party.”
     As you know, San Juan Capistrano is a right-wing town. So, naturally, on the fourth, it’ll be Tea Time, or so says the indecorous Mr. Art Pedroza of the Orange Juice blog.
     Pedroza directs us to a “meetup” page on The latter appears to be run by a Tea Party group named SOC912 that was founded over a year ago in Swallow Town.
     Evidently, SOC912 is a “meetup group.” On the website, one learns that “This Meetup Group is about… Glenn Beck…Christian Coalition…Traditional Values Coalition…Right to Bear Arms…End the Fed,” etc.
     They are sponsored by “Richardson Plumbing," which is pretty handy, given that they're a Tea Party.
     The website declares:

     Come on out for a great TEA PARTY RALLY … and LET YOUR VOICE BE HEARD!....
     The rapid pace that our government is headed toward socialism/communism is unprecedented. WE THE PEOPLE must rise up and gather, get informed and speak out (and vote) against it….
     Bring your patriotic and protest signs! …. Clown and face painting! … Let’s enjoy the 4th together as AMERICANS!....
     …First and foremost, we will be honoring our military and acknowledging our indebtedness to them. Then onto our speakers …:

Rev. Jesse Lee PetersonAppears regularly on Fox News, tells it like it is!....
Penny GarciaWhat life is like in Cuba now that it has a communist dictator!
Chelene Nightingale – American Independent Candidate for Governor
Don Wagner – Candidate for Assemblyman 70th District
Shari Freidenrich – Candidate for OC Treasurer….
     Evidently, these Tea Party people are unaware that Cuba has been Communist for more than a half century. ("What life is like in Cuba now that it has a commie dictator!")
     Oh well. They don't claim to be intelligent or informed, just patriotic!
     Freidenrich is the gal that beat the pants off of Trustee Dave Lang during the recent primary. He sunk over $100K of his own money into that campaign, which Trustee and OC Public Guardian John "Orlando Boy" Williams recently described as "spirited."

     I think you'll really enjoy listening to what the Rev. Jesse Lee Peterson, one of Don's 4th of July co-speakers, has to say about slavery:

Speak into the webcam: the state's community colleges partner with a dubious, "online" for-profit outfit

Is outsourcing community college education serving students? (LA Times)
By Michael Hiltzik

     …It turns out that California is trying to outsource our public higher education system to the for-profit college industry. What is surprising is that this is happening without any evidence that the affected students would be well served.
     The issue has been cast into high relief by a two-year agreement struck last year between Jack Scott, the chancellor of the California Community Colleges, and Kaplan University, an aggressively marketed institution that does most of its pedagogy online.
     Under a memorandum of understanding, or MOU, students who need a course to meet their associate degree requirements but can't get it at their community college ... would be able to take it at Kaplan.
     …[T]here's no guarantee that the Kaplan course will be accepted by any four-year college the student transfers to, such as a UC or Cal State University campus.… The deal was reached behind the faculty's back, even though such arrangements are customarily brought to the teachers for discussion.
     …The 112-college system, which serves nearly 3 million Californians, sustained a budget cut of $520 million, or 8% of its budget, in 2009-10. Course sections were reduced by 5% statewide, Scott's office says, with as many as half of new students trying to enroll in a class being turned away at some campuses.
. . .
     Kaplan saw an opportunity in the resulting vacuum. "We recognized the challenges that the community college system is experiencing," says Gregory Marino, president of Kaplan University Group….
     …[The state’s community college] "underestimated the extent that Kaplan would use the MOU as a marketing tool, which they did very effectively," says Terri Carbaugh, the community college system's vice chancellor. "The public perception was that we're hand in glove with Kaplan."
     Campus officials say no articulation agreements have yet been reached, perhaps because some campus officers have been repulsed by Kaplan's crude overtures; one says Kaplan offered a free box of See's candy to the first 10 campus officials who agreed to talk about an articulation agreement.
. . .
     Some for-profit proprietors may have rushed into the college biz less out of a mission to prepare young people for gainful employment than in the quest for gainful investment. The sector's growth coincided with the relaxation of federal regulations governing the quality of their course offerings (drifting lower) and how far they could shove their snouts into the federal trough (ever deeper).
     In 1998, for instance, Congress raised the maximum portion of its revenue that any school could derive from federal student assistance to 90% from 85%. Those exceeding the limit lose their eligibility to receive the government aid.
     Kaplan University's ratio in 2009, according to the annual report of its parent, Washington Post Co. — yes, that Washington Post — was "less than" (in other words, "close to") 87.5%. The Kaplan subsidiary collected about $1.3 billion in federal student aid last year, which helped make it the largest and most profitable unit of the company.
     A congressional inquiry is underway into whether such institutions are gaming federal aid programs to their students' disadvantage — based on evidence that they "spend a large share of revenues on expenses unrelated to teaching, experience high dropout rates, and … employ abusive recruiting and debt-collection practices," in the words of a report by Sen. Tom Harkin (D-Iowa). A Kaplan spokesman said in an e-mail that such critiques are "filled with inaccuracies and old stories."
     Kaplan is accused by former faculty members in a federal lawsuit in Florida of recruiting possibly unqualified students, pumping up their grades to keep them enrolled, and giving its own employees "scholarships" to keep the school's federal aid ratio below 90%. Kaplan calls the accusations "baseless" and "totally without merit."
     As for "online learning," there's certainly room for new techniques in education. But how much is too much? [State Academic Senate President Jane] Patton, who teaches public speaking, points to a Kaplan public speaking course in which students can deliver their speeches to a webcam….

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Friday, July 2, 2010


Four spankin' new immigrants (well, five, including the fluffy Mr. Prince) arrive in Southern California! Naturally, we had to visit Santa Monica.
I do believe that Annie and I did not speak English at the time.
Just thought I'd throw that out there.

We rented a place in Anaheim at first. It must have been close to Knott's Berry Farm, 'cuz we could hear Richard Nixon speaking there during the notorious 1960 Presidential campaign. (Of course, I had no idea who Nixon was.)
Check out the incinerator. Every home had one. Virtually all of them were demolished years later.

This place doesn't look like much, but it was a big step up for the Bauer family, which was accustomed to trailers in remote power stations in the Canadian bush. But we saved our money and, soon, we moved into a new home.

This is actually from about 1962. I suspect that it's Pismo Beach or perhaps a bit further north.
Ray was born late in 1961.

My parents bought this house toward the end of 1960, I believe. It is in the City of Orange, but very near Villa Park (Santiago Blvd.), where I attended school. As I recall, we paid under $20,000 for this "pink house." My parents still own it (they moved to the Trabuco Canyon area in 1975).
In my view, the home designs of the time were, well, ugly. I wonder if growing up in an ugly, pink home messed me up? That '61 Ford in the driveway wasn't much better.
I've never understood tolerance of those gawdawful telephone and power poles. Don't they strike you as seriously ugly? To me, those poles are like turds on a birthday cake. What kind of people would enter a shiny new neighborhood, even one with pink houses, and not marvel at the absurdity and stupidity of sticking crudely hewn, tar-encrusted poles in the ground and hanging ugly black wires on 'em?
But the zeitgeist of 1960 embraced "progress" and plasticity and new-and-improvitude. It's damned hard to defy a zeitgeist, isn't it?
Well, that explains pink, squat, meandering, crap-encrusted houses and flashy, bewinged Ford crapmobiles, but how does it explain those fucking poles and wires? I dunno.
I seem to be peevish tonight.
And urban sprawl! Even as a bewildered little kid from wild and woolly Canada, I was shocked and horrified by the disorganized and promiscuous spill of humanity that is urban sprawl! How could people flock to this? What is the matter with them? Will they next move onto methane-belching landfills and vacation on oil-drenched slag heaps? Anyone with half a brain knows immediately (I thought then and think now) that any person who is insensible to the soul-killing ugliness of urban fucking sprawl will eventually abandon car batteries on his lawn, toss old couches into the street, and will inevitably shit on the sidewalk.
(Sorry. The weather's awfully nice here, though, isn't it? Yep.)

Archives: 1983-4

Early in 1983, my little brother Ray decided to join the Marines. "Good grief," we all said.
Ray received basic training in San Diego. We all went down there for his graduation, or whatever it's called. Took these pics. (Click on them to enlarge them.)

The next phase of Ray's training occurred at a camp inland between San Diego and Orange County (Camp Horno of the 1st Marines; it is within Camp Pendelton; at a later date, he trained up near Bridgeport). There, he "humped hills," he later told me. He was a squad leader (or some such thing), and this involved kicking colleagues, if necessary, to motivate them up these hills.
Ray actually broke his foot kicking one guy "in the ass." As I recall, he characterized the fellow very colorfully. For some reason, Ray did not consider getting treatment (for his foot, I mean; don't know about that other guy's ass). It became necessary to re-break and mend the foot a year or two later.
One time, he and one of his Marine pals (a "dark green Marine," they said) stayed over at my folks' place. Late Saturday night, Ray, his pal, Kathie, and I were out on the patio, drinking beer and staring at the marvelous night sky. It's really quiet and dark out in those hills at night.
That's when we saw an amazing enormous UFO, flying slowly over us and then off to the east. All four of us saw it. It was impossible to miss.
Ray is now dead, but, for years, I would occasionally bring up that incident. 
"That really happened, didn't it?" I'd ask, sometimes over the phone.
"Sure it did," said Ray.
Kathie remembers it too.
Don't know what to make of it all.

This picture was likely taken near Fashion Island in Newport Beach. Kathie and I used to hang out in Newport Beach and Corona del Mar. Used to eat at the Blue Beat, among other places.

By '83, my little brother Ron was a high school senior. I had encouraged him to take up the guitar a year or two earlier. At some point, he advanced rapidly, and he soon managed to duplicate complex folk/blues pieces by John Fahey and Leo Kottke. We were impressed.
He and I would get together on occasion to record our own songs.
We were terribly serious about this, in a way. But it was always great fun.

In 1983, Kathie and I were living in Verano Place—graduate student housing at UCI.
Here's Kathie on the balcony of our third floor apartment.

The construction of those old apartments was such that the act of typing, with an IBM Selectric, produced a pounding roar--especially in the apartment immediately below us.
At one point, the Iranian couple that lived there complained to officials that Kathie and I were "trying to torture them." I've forgotten how the dispute was resolved. 
I do remember saying, "Nope. We're not trying to torture anybody. We're trying to type."

During my graduate student years, which continued through the early 80s, weekends usually meant parties and drinking. To a degree, this practice extended to my parents' place up in the mountains. Invariably, our friends ended up at some point partying and staying at my folks' place, which became almost a grad student hangout and Teutonic Absurdity Center.
My parents are terribly hospitable people. They've got this Old World charm, I guess. (My mom retains a heavy German accent.) So several of my friends became virtual members of the Bauer family.
Even one of my professor mentors befriended my parents and hung out in the Canyon.
I was horrified. But I was powerless to do anything about it.

Opa, before his stroke, sometimes joined in the fun.
Here he is hammering himself in the head. (My mother, in the background, seems unimpressed.)
I think the hammer broke.
You'd have to ask Ronnie about that. Ronnie and Opa were tight during those years.
(Ronnie's German is pretty good.)

I don't recall what the occasion was. I think my sister Annie had come down one weekend and set up a sheet on the wall for photographs.
I came across a few crazy photos today that involved that sheet.
In that next photo, they're kissing passionately.
My parents don't drink anymore. Haven't for years.
Probably a good thing.

     This slide was in terrible shape--beyond the scope of restoration, really. What you see is the best I could do. But it does give you a sense of the scene at the Bauers' Canyon "Compound" in those days.
     Booze. Hilarity. Art. Excess. Large and lovable German Shepherds. Astounding cats! (Moon Unit, GreyBall, Felix, Maurice, et al.)
     We made movies, played songs, argued about Reagan and Prop 13, and made increasingly extravagant and spicy pizzas.
     Good Lord, the pizzas! They were unbelievably excessive. It was as though there were a contest, and the winner simply dumped more spices in the sauce or piled more meat and junk on top than anybody else. I started to develop the view that we were insane, pizzawise.
     At some point, I incited and accomplished a revolution. I assembled everyone to the kitchen table. In essence, it was a call for simplicity. "If," I said, "one approaches the making of pizza with the foolish notion that more is always better, one will end up with this [I pointed at the offending pie] hideous, bowel-wrecking monstrosity!"
     Everyone in attendance was astonished and annoyed.
     But they were guilty, and they knew it.
     I then pulled out a sheet of paper. Written upon it was an exceedingly simple pizza recipe. I laid it upon the large oak table for all to see. "There."
     And it was good.
     Many grumbled, but all knew that I had spoken, and acted, wisely.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Remembering Sunny Girl, cat

Eradicating gooey residue

     Whoa! The district isn’t wasting any time! Just now, I happened to go to the district website and I noticed that any and all references to Raghu Mathur are quickly disappearing.
     For instance, if you go to the Chancellor’s page, you’ll find a bio, not of Mathur, but of (acting chancellor) Dixie Bullock! (See mug shot.)
     But the darned guy only “left” sixteen hours ago!
     I looked up Mathur’s name in the district directory, and guess what? He’s listed, but with a weird note: “leave till 6/30/11.”
     Garsh. Pretty ruthless.
     But I like it.
     If you're smart, you'll hang on to any Raghulia and Mathurian memorabilia that you have. Some day, it'll fetch a good price. I mean, think what's happened with Spiro Agnew watches!
     But he's gone. Amazing!
     What will life be like for the Gooster?

No more parades, waving to people who don't know who the **** you are!

No more free luxury wheels!

No more mentoring of student trustees!

No more (curiously unenthusiastic yet routine) "standing O's"

No more complimentary hair gel—and $25K-a pop legal representation to help you negotiate your "retirement"!

No more blowing off committee recommendations and honest processes so you can hire a guy just 'cause he's got connections with the Governor!

No more awarding trustees "recognitions of excellence" for recognizing your alleged excellence!

No more closed-door "Listen, you weren't the best candidate, but I chose you anyway, so you owe me" conversations with odd new hires!

No more accusing critics of "racism" and alleging "threats" against you whenever some kid notices that you're as naked as a jaybird!

And finally, no more secret reconnaissance flights!

Only $300 a night? Ernst is a piker compared to Williams

     SOCCCD trustee and OC Public Administrator John “Dolt” Williams isn’t the only guy who travels to delightful faraway places on the public’s dime. Yesterday, OC Reg “watchdog” reporter Teri Sforza updated us concerning former CSU official David Ernst (Globe-trotting ex-CSU official skates, audit says), who took “at least $152,441 in improper expense reimbursements for ‘unnecessary’ trips to Shanghai, London, Singapore, Amsterdam, and spending nearly $300 a night on hotels while traveling in California,” according to the state.
     Only $300 a night? Ernst is a piker compared to Brown Boy (aka Bailiff Boy, PE Boy, Orlando Boy, JackAss). Gosh, he spends more than that when he’s visiting crummy old Sacramento!
     Back in December, says Sforza, the State Auditor used “unusually strong language” to condemn Ernst’s scandalous use of expense accounts. He/She also criticized CSU “for bad oversight, squishy policies, and failing to grasp the enormity of the problem.”
     The auditor gave CSU various recommendations that the University essentially blew off. And so, on Tuesday, the Auditor released an update, reminding voters that CSU “has made no effort to recover from the former official … improper expense reimbursements totaling $150,607….”
     Sforza notes that this “news comes at a tender time, as outrage festers over skyrocketing student fees at UC and CSU.” Yeah, tender. And fester.
     She also reports that Ernst is now working for UC. His starting salary: $238K.
     I noticed that the agenda for Monday’s meeting of the SOCCCD board mentions no requests for travel to conferences.
     Do you suppose that Johnny’s decided to be more careful? More likely, his GOP handlers/advisors have told Orlando Boy to lay low for a while and cut out the conspicuous ridiculous consumption.
     That’s very unRepublican, but a guy’s got to do what a guy’s got to do.


     A reliable person assures me that former SOCCCD Chancellor Raghu P. Mathur is on vacation, and that's why he missed Monday's meeting of the SOCCCD board.
     OK, but that doesn't explain board Prez Don Wagner's failure to explain Mathur's absence. And, like my source says, "it could be that Mathur's vacation was strongly encouraged."
     Denizens of Irvine Valley College will be celebrating Mathur's forced exit at an "Independence" party today. They're saying it's about the nation's independence, but that's days away, wink wink, nudge nudge.
     Again, thanks Don. We really appreciate it!


     I'm also told that yesterday's party for retiring VC Gary Poertner was very well attended--so much so that the air on the third floor was stifling. They had to break open a window with one of Raghu's green polyurethane plaques. Somebody tried to set fire to Raghu's "big chair." There was some nudity and heavy drinking and ribald story-telling.
     Well, no, but I'm told that it was a big success and it even included an entertaining skit about pretzels or something.
     No nudity. Pretzels.
     Gosh, everybody loves Gary. How can he leave us?
     I'm told that Mathur's party a month or so ago was, well, "pretty dead."
     There was a solitary firecracker at the BBC event. The damned thing fizzled. Raghu made his "finger" speech. Everybody went home sober and pissed.

• Standing Up to 'Accreditation Shopping' (Inside Higher Ed)

Critics of for-profit higher education have of late drawn attention to what they see as a pattern of "accreditation shopping" in which for-profit entities purchase financially struggling nonprofit colleges, and then hold on to the regional accreditation that the nonprofit colleges had for years, even as the new owners expand or radically change the institutions' missions. ¶ One accreditor is saying "not so fast." The Higher Learning Commission of the North Central Association of Colleges and Schools has recently rejected two "change of control" requests to have accreditation continue with the purchases of nonprofit colleges (Dana College, in Nebraska, and Rochester College, in Michigan) by for-profit entities. Further, the accreditor insisted on a series of stipulations to approve the continued accreditation of Iowa's Waldorf College -- stipulations that will effectively keep the near-term focus of the college on its residential, liberal arts mission….

• Regent U. Gets a Bailout From Founder's TV Network, but Moody's Outlook Remains Negative (Chronicle of Higher Education)

Regent University is in dire financial straits, but it received help last week from the Christian Broadcasting Network, according to a report released on Wednesday by Moody's Investors Service. ¶ M.G. (Pat) Robertson, the influential evangelical broadcaster, founded both the network and Regent University, which was originally called CBN University. Both are located in Virginia Beach, Va., and Mr. Robertson is Regent's chancellor and president....

Thanks, Don!

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Montana, 1982

The State of Montana is all wide open spaces. And a big sky.
For a long time, there was no speed limit on the highways.
(Click on the pictures to enlarge them.)

In some parts of the state, towns are slowly shrinking. The kids tend to leave town and they often leave the state.
It was not so long ago that pioneers came to this place, with big hopes and dreams.
Kathie's grandfather (greatgrandfather?), from Switzerland, settled here in the late 19th Century.
The Jennis still live in the ranch home he built next to the "crick," which runs all year.
Kathie and her three sisters all left the Lewistown area, but brother Gary—with some reluctance and much indecision—remained on the ranch and has slowly taken it over.
It is unlikely that the ranch will remain with the the Jenni family for very long. It'll likely get gobbled up.

Out for a walk near the Jenni ranch.
It's awfully quiet.

A lengthy, ravenous kiss

Bad Writing Contest (Inside Higher Ed)
     The results are in for the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest for 2010. The annual award — from the English department at San Jose State University — honors the worst opening sentences for imaginary novels. This year's winner is from Molly Ringle of Seattle: "For the first month of Ricardo and Felicity's affair, they greeted one another at every stolen rendezvous with a kiss -- a lengthy, ravenous kiss, Ricardo lapping and sucking at Felicity's mouth as if she were a giant cage-mounted water bottle and he were the world's thirstiest gerbil."....
Another U.S. Senator Raises Doubts About For-Profit Higher Education (Chronicle of Higher Education)
     Sen. Richard J. Durbin, a Democrat of Illinois, joined a growing chorus of federal lawmakers voicing concerns about the growth and cost of for-profit colleges in a speech on Wednesday that called for limits on the amount of federal student aid that may be spent on marketing and a review of a rule that allows for-profits to receive up to 90 percent of their revenue from federal aid.
     Mr. Durbin also proposed a ban on companies that acquire accreditation through the purchase of nonprofit colleges, and suggested greater scrutiny of loans that for-profit colleges make to their students….

Blue water, blue whale

     Today, Pat Brennan of the OC Reg’s “OC Science” blog posted three pictures of a blue whale that was spotted off our coast by a helicopter pilot.
     Very cool indeed.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Archives: '72 backpacking trip, '81 elk trip, '81 rattlesnake venom hospital trip

A picture taken during the family's Mt. Whitney/Kern River trip of the summer of 1972.

A family tradition: after two weeks backpacking in the Sierra Nevada, it was off to picnic grounds (usually in the town of Bishop) for a feast. Our nutritional deficiencies were such that we craved odd foods, such as onions! Vitamin C, I suppose. And fried chicken! We'd eat the onions with butter on world-famous Sheepherder Bread (bought at Schat's Bakkery, Bishop). I do believe these feasts were the best part of our backpacking trips.

On these two week trips, we ate only what we could carry on our backs--and what we could fish from the lakes and creeks. Here I am fishing with my little bro Ron.

Annie was eighteen and a bit of a rebel. (Unlike me. I was an Eagle Scout.)

She actually met her future husband on this trip--at a lake near the Kern River.

They got to talking and, well, that was it, I guess--at least for Dave. When we got back to OC, Dave, who lived in Long Beach, started coming around a lot, driving a 1938 Dodge (Pontiac?), with bullet holes in the back. 
He was twenty-six, a vet (Air Force), and about to graduate from Cal Poly, Pomona. Annie had just graduated from high school.

My dad took these pictures of elk during a trip in 1981 (with Ron and my mom; Annie, Ray, and I were long gone). They were at some sort of state reserve in Northern California, on the beach near the Oregon border.

A detail.

By that year, my crazy brother Ray had taken up a very odd hobby: catching rattlesnakes with his bare hands. He did this with a pal of his (his name was "Otis" or "Ferd" or something) on the family property. My dad kept comin' around and saying, "You guys are gonna get bit. Then what?" They just laughed. "No way!"
Sure enough, Ray's pal, who was older but not wiser than Ray, soon yelped and hollered. Ray drove 'im to the hospital. I think he was OK that time.
Pretty soon, the guy was back and they were catching rattlers again. We couldn't believe it. My dad made the obvious points. I don't know why he bothers.
Sure enough, there was another yowl, and off they went to the hospital again. This time, the guy lost a part of his thumb or something.
Soon, he was back again, catching more rattlers. He showed me what was left of his thumb.
I don't know what ever happened to that guy. 

8-14: do you regret all the lying?

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Goals and Values and Twaddle

blather: long-winded talk with no real substance*
The whole concept of MSLOs [measurable student learning outcomes] as the latest fad in education is somewhat akin to the now discredited fad of the '90's, Total Quality Management, or TQM. Essentially, the ACCJC adopted MSLOs as the overarching basis for accrediting community colleges based on their faith in the theoretical treatises of a movement.... After repeated requests for research showing that such use of MSLOs is effective, none has been forthcoming from the ACCJC [accreditors]. Prior to large scale imposition of such a requirement at all institutions, research should be provided to establish that continuous monitoring of MSLOs has resulted in measurable improvements in student success at a given institution. No such research is forthcoming because there is none….
The Accountability Game…., Leon F. Marzillier (Academic Senate for California Community Colleges, October, 2002)
In the summer of ’13, I offered a critique of the awkward verbiage by which the district and colleges explain their values, goals, and objectives —aka SOCCCD'S G&V (goals and values) blather.
I wrote a post each for the district, Saddleback College, and Irvine Valley College efforts. (See the links below.)
This verbiage—stated in terms of “values,” “missions,” “goals,” “visions,” and whatnot—is often badly written. It is sometimes embarrassingly trite.
It occasionally communicates something worthwhile.
No doubt you are familiar with the usual objections to jargon. Higher education, too, has its jargon—an irony, given typical college-level instruction in writing, which urges jargon eschewery.
Sure enough, SOCCCD G&V blather is riddled with jargon and with terms misused and abused. For instance, in the case of the district’s dubious blather, the so-called “vision” is actually a purpose. Why didn't they just call it that?
As one slogs through this prattle, one finds that "visions" tend to be awfully similar to “missions,” with which they are distinguished. The latter in turn are awfully similar to “goals,” which must be distinguished from “objectives.” But aren't goals and objectives pretty much the same thing?
These perverse word games will surely perplex or annoy anyone armed with a command of the English language. In fact, readers will be perplexed to the degree that they are thus armed. Illiterates, of course, will be untroubled.
Here's a simple point: the district and colleges’ G&V blather tends to eschew good, plain English in favor of technical terms and trendy words and phrases (i.e., it tends to be bullshitty and vague). Thus, one encounters such trendy terminological turds as “dynamic,” “diversity,” “student success,” and “student-centered.” Even meretricious neologisms such as ISLOs and “persistence rates” pop up, unexplained, undefended.
Does anyone see a transparency problem with all of this? Shouldn't the public, or at least the well educated public, be able to comprehend statements of the colleges' goals and values?
In the case of the district, to its credit, all it really seems to want to say is that it wants to teach well and it wants students to succeed. Admirable!
So why all the ugly, common-sense defying, buzzword-encrusted claptrap?

Districtular poppycock: our “vision” and our “mission” and our tolerance of twaddle - July 31, 2013

THEY BUZZ: Saddleback College's "Mission, Vision, and Values" - August 4, 2013

IVC’s vision, mission, and goals: nonsense on stilts - August 5, 2013

THE IRVINE VALLEY CHRONICLES: no ideas, just clichés & buzzwords - Sep 30, 2013

*From my Apple laptop's dictionary