Tuesday, April 2, 2013

L. f*cking Ron Hubbard!



     Let me begin on an appropriately dreary note. Like it or not, California’s community colleges have long struggled with unflattering preconceptions and prejudices. Among these is the notion that CC faculty are sometimes, or even often, subcollegiate, more suitable for high school audiences than college audiences.
     Don't think so.
     Gosh, it doesn’t help when the community is invited to a special lecture, provided by Acme Community College (headed by Prez Rocket J. Squirrel), by one Professor Gypsy Rose Lee, who belts out a lecture putatively about science, but that is really a superficial rendering of embarrassing and eccentric factoids about three high-larious Science Types.
     Nope. It doesn’t help at all.

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     The IVC Academic Senate sponsors both a “faculty lecture series”* and a “distinguished academic lecture” series. That's admirable (unless you screw it up).
     —“Let’s showcase our talent!” somebody shouts, in the distance. "Yeah, Acme's got talent!" Go Lasers!
     Recently, I noted ads for two of these lectures and I was pleased to discover that they seem to relate to the themes of my Introduction to Philosophy course! Monday’s “faculty lecture,” as it turns out, concerned Isaac Newton. That’s right, the Newtster, Mr. Classical Physics himself! What could be better than that!
     Here’s the ad for the lecture, which appeared in the OC Register:
Irvine Valley College Faculty Lecture Series 2012-2013
Today 4:00p to 6:00p
Irvine Valley College…
April 1, 2013 – John Davison, Chemistry 

Real-Life Mad Scientists: Issac Newton, Nickola [sic] Tesla and Others
Come and hear an engaging and interesting lecture sponsored by the IVC Academic Senate 
Irvine Valley College
Public Welcome 
Free lecture….
     By 4:00 p.m. yesterday, the title of Davison’s lecture had become more specific: “Real-Life Mad Scientists: Issac Newton, Nickola [sic] Tesla and John Whiteside Parsons.”
     That sounded pretty good. I urged my students to attend this lecture and another one in May about "believing," a “distinguished academic lecture” by the Skeptic Society’s Michael Shermer.
 
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     For what it’s worth, many of my students showed up for the “Mad Scientist” lecture yesterday in BSTIC 101. Some of 'em even loved it.
     I don’t regret sending them. But maybe I should. The lecturer, chemistry instructor John Davison, sure was entertaining. He knows where the laughs are, boy. He knows how to mug or quasi-leer for the audience. He had 'em eatin' out o' his hand, baby!
     I have no reason to doubt the accuracy of Davison's remarks. I mean, beyond the jokes and mugging, he actually said things about the lives of Newton, Tesla, and Parsons. Those things were probably true, more or less.
     Still, as I sat there listening to his presentation, I felt uncomfortable. I kept thinking of a gathering down at the Elk’s Lodge or maybe down at the church basement. I mean, Davison's presentation was kind of superficial. —Or maybe even down at the high school?! Heavy on sizzle, light on steak, know what I mean?
     “Here’s your pal and mine, Hank Sunshine, science buff, and he’s gonna tell you all about some of those wacky people we call scientists! Heeeeeeeere’s Hank!”

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     Notoriously, Isaac Newton was a great scientist—seriously, breathtakingly great—who nevertheless embraced a pseudoscience, namely, alchemy—mostly on the sly.
     That factoid is, to say the least, interesting.
     Professor Davison, however, had nothing to say about it beyond simply noting it. Nothing.
     Neither did he make any effort to describe Newton’s scientific achievements. Essentially, he only mentioned them without explaining them.
     —Newton invented calculus. He did the math proving elliptical orbits. He insisted on the particulate nature of light. He reformulated Kepler and Galileo's laws. 'Nuff said.
     What Davison did do was draw attention to Newton’s eccentricities and neuroses. Newton, we learned, might've suffered from obsessive-compulsive disorder. Newton was a hypochondriac. Newton experienced a series of personality conflicts. He refused to join the Royal Society until a prominent member—and his nemesis—Robert Hooker, had croaked. Then he showed up and immediately became president. He hated his mother. He hated his father. For a while, he cleaned chamber pots. He blew a cork. Imagine!
     What does it all mean? Who knows. Davison wasn’t interested in discussing the matter beyond leading the audience in a laugh. Newton, he tells us, choreographed a dubious Royal Society pronouncement that Leibniz, his Continental rival, had plagiarized from him! Imagine that! Har har! Wadda nut!
     Professor Davison’s presentation was entertaining, I suppose. I mean, poor Isaac evidently died a virgin (eyes roll). Poor freakin' Isaac! Har har. With material like that, Johnny, you really can’t miss!
     Now, I’m no scientist—just a philosopher—but I wouldn’t have offered a litany of embarrassing Newtonian quirks, foibles, virginitudes, or ridicularities. Nope. Maybe it’s just me, but I would have zeroed in on the mystery of how the Great Scientist could simultaneously be the great Pseudoscientist!
     And is that even so? Was there something about Newton’s alchemy that somehow reflected the genius exhibited in his astounding mathematics and physics and optics? Might we be in too great a hurry to assume that his dark alchemical adventures were utter foolishness and folly? Can sense somehow be made of the two sides of Apple Boy: candy and rotten?
     In any case, how do you get a guy who knows the value of careful and exact experimentation to reside in the head of a guy who believes in ideas with no empirical basis? Riddle me that, Bat Man!
     Inquiring minds wanna know. Professor Davis, however, doesn’t wanna know, and his audience, taking his lead, didn’t wanna know either. They were happy with the juicier stuff about chamber pots and sex cults.
     Now, I don’t want to be a nit-picker, but Davison hardly discussed what the Newtster achieved. He mentioned that Newton boldly opined that planetary orbits are elliptical. Well, yeah, if you say so, but Lucy, didn’t Kepler already ‘splain that elliptical thing seventy years earlier down at the Copacabana?! Yep, I’m nearly certain of it. OK, so just what did the Newt achieve? How does this all add up? I’m confused.
     I didn’t get much clarity on that from Professor Davison, who, as I said, sure does know how to deliver a punch line—and, hey, don’t be devaluing that. It’s important. More important, I guess, than actually having anything to say.
     Oh wait. Davison did have one thing to say about the Great Scientist’s secret life of alchemy: it was illegal. Yep, that’s right: the Newt was a measly scofflaw.
     —Well! 'Nuff said!
     Golly. It's a good thing that Professor D put some o' these science guys in perspective!

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"Tesla had wacky ideas. He sure was a nut."
"I guess so. So what's your point?"
"No point. I'm a college professor, is all."
     Davison treatment of Tesla and Parsons was similarly heavy on—i.e., almost exclusively about—embarrassing or eccentric episodes and factoids. Parsons, it seems, was a pal of L. Ron Hubbard’s. Davison clearly regards this as an embarrassment. QED!
     But why exactly? How is that of interest? He doesn’t say. Is it interesting or telling that one of the founders of the JPL hung around with the founder of Scientology? Listening to Professor Davison will advance us not an inch with regard to that question—or, really, any other question.
     I do believe that, on one of Davison’s slides, written underneath a portrait of L. Ron, was this caption: “the L stood for lunatic.”
     Funny, I guess. “I guess these college types are just like us, after all. Props for Prof D! He sure does know how to put up a guy for ridicule, that’s fer sher! L. f*cking Ron Hubbard! Yikes! Ouch! Ha!”
     Ooooooooooooooorah!
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     Now, in fact, at the end of his presentation, Professor Davison revealed that his lecture was based on his having read three books, each a biography of one of his subjects. He helpfully flashed a slide displaying them.
     His lecture was, in fact, a book report. As near as I can tell, it was only and exactly that.
     Wow. No wonder there was such a sense of victory and accomplishment at the end of his presentation! I do believe I saw lots of big smiles and one or two high fives!
     I just love it when our little college is a success!

*Rebel Girl reminds me that at least some participants in the faculty lecture series have provided impressive and sophisticated lectures of a quality of which our college can be proud.

Rebel Girl's Poetry Corner: "My poor students, all I ask of them is to grow antennae, lie down with lava and rise with snow"



Everyday Escapees
- Dean Young


My poor students, all I ask of them
is to grow antennae, lie down with lava
and rise with snow, grow tongues from
their math assignments and no, Melissa,

your mother won’t approve of the bioluminescent
smear on your communion dress. The world fidgets
in uneasy relationship to our statements
about it nevertheless producing silver

buds from ragged limbs like the luster
in late Frank Sinatra songs. Finally,
when I got off the sixth floor, I felt
like I was walking out into the sky

and aren’t we all pedestrians of air?
Doesn’t it feel all wrong to turn our backs
on the ocean? On an ant? On those Chagall
windows you have to go through a gauntlet

of ancient armor to get to? What was her name,
that night nurse so deft her blood draws
didn’t wake me up? Don’t get me wrong, I want
to wake up. I want my old dog to show me

all that wolf-light she hides inside
even though she thinks I won’t understand,
even though her vet and I conspire
to keep her alive forever.

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This poem is from the new issue of Poetry, online now here.  Rebel Girl thinks that she is a little in love with this poet who once told her that all photo of him either made him look like Woody Woodpecker or one of those metal can openers.  She politely disagreed but he made her laugh.  She likes that, people who make her laugh.


It's National Poetry Month. Celebrate!

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Sunday, March 31, 2013

Community colleges spend millions on duplicative administrators (OC Reg)
     The state's 72 community college districts spend tens of millions of dollars on administrative positions that could be consolidated or shared by districts a short drive away, a California Watch analysis has found.
     That's money that could be spent educating students at a time when state budget cuts have shut so many out of the system. At the start of the fall 2012 semester, more than 470,000 students had been waitlisted at community colleges statewide.
     More than half of the state's community college districts are within 20 miles of another district. And the vast majority of those districts have a single college. If these districts shared administrators, they potentially could shave millions off their expenses….

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Lariat still picking low-hanging fruit*

*Rebel Girl's felicitous phrase. (Lariat)
SEE ALSO: Editorial:Saddleback administration should follow the law and stop protecting shooter Syed's records (Lariat; March 12)
     Saddleback College administrators have declined to disclose public information of a shooter Ali Syed

Monday, March 25, 2013

Jason Davis in the NYT

     Some of my colleagues here at Irvine Valley College will remember Jason Davis, a student and a veteran (and an occasional photographic contributor to DtB) who transferred to UCI several years ago, where he flourished in the literary journalism program. After graduation, he landed a great job. According to the Times, "He is currently an associate editor and photographer in Los Angeles for Automotive.com, a division of the Motor Trend Auto Group."
     Today, I noticed a fascinating piece of Jason's—about his Iraq experiences—in the New York Times blog. Find it here:

Still Bleeding, 10 Years Later (New York Times/blog)

     Congratulations, Jason!

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Rutan & Tucker are out (in Irvine)


     I read in the Voice of OC (Irvine Terminates City Attorney's Contract) that
…Irvine’s City Council Thursday decided to terminate the city attorney contract, ending a services partnership with a well-known contract law firm that council members say goes back decades. … Terminating the services contract with Rutan & Tucker … is also a move by the Republican majority to bring new officials into the city bureaucracy who don't have longstanding relationships with [Larry] Agran and [Beth] Krom.
Larsen
     These Repubs, like most of the rest of us, think that Agran and Co were up to no good. You'll recall that, during the battle over the fate of the El Toro Marine Base (which ended in 2002), Agran formed an alliance with Tom Fuentes, who died in May. Oddly, when Agran presided over the Great Park board, he hired a public relations firm headed by Fuentes' old pal Arnold Forde, a fellow as crafty and unprincipled as you'll ever find. Forde's firm made millions on that contract, but nobody seems able to explain what that big money bought.
     The SOCCCD has often hired the services of R&T. For instance, the district used R&T during my successful First Amendment lawsuit in 1998 (and during the appeal in 2001).  During much of this saga, R&T’s team comprised David C. Larsen (who argued in court) and Robert E. King.
     Robert E. King, of course, later became a notorious Vice Chancellor of Human Resources in the district (SOCCCD).
     He left ignominiously, an apparent casualty of Mathurian politics.
     These days, King seems to be running Legally Nanny, which represents “household employers and domestic employment and homecare agencies.”

SEE ALSO:
• Writing OC history: the Bold and the Ruthless
• OC's "win at any cost" political ethic: Butcher-Forde, Tom Fuentes, & James Lacy

Friday, March 22, 2013



Some folks are born to wave the flag, 
Ooh, they're red, white and blue. 
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief", 
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord, 

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son. 
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no, 
Yeah! 

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, 
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh. 
But when the taxman comes to the door, 
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes, 

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no. 
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no. 

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, 
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord, 
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" 
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh, 

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son. 
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one. 
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no, 
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no….

—John Fogerty with Dave Grohl, performing

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