Monday, November 26, 2007

Another loose right wing cannon, this one at Dartmouth

(See YouTube: Dartmouth trustee)

From this morning’s Inside Higher Ed: Speech Hits a Sore Spot at Dartmouth:
[In] … a speech given last month — and posted recently on YouTube — … a trustee slams a former college president, says that many academics don’t believe in God, and evokes the Spanish Inquisition in a comment about Larry Summers, the former Harvard president. ¶ Todd J. Zywicki, the trustee and a law professor at George Mason University, gave the address at a John William Pope Center for Higher Education Policy conference. Zywicki says he regrets the way he phrased some comments but adds that portions of the speech have been taken out of context. ¶ Much of the address is a call to arms for those who think academe is infused with leaders who preach the dogma of “environmentalism and feminism.” ¶ Zywicki says the “establishment” at elite colleges is “vicious” and that “if it were the case that there was no morality and no values being taught in the academy, that would be better than what we have.” …. ¶ “Those who control the university today, they don’t believe in God and they don’t believe in country,” he continues. “The university is their cathedrals…their entire being. Both those who fund it and those who teach within it are tied up in the university.” ¶ Commenting on campus culture as a whole, Zywicki told the audience, “We have the Spanish Inquisition, and you can ask Larry Summers whether or not the Spanish Inquisition lives on academic campuses today.” ¶ Discussing a late former president of the college, highly regarded by many faculty members for extolling intellectual life, Zywicki said in the speech: “They then brought in this fellow, truly evil man, James Freedman, who basically, simply put, his agenda was to turn Dartmouth into Harvard,” he said in the speech, according to a transcript from the IvyGate blog (Zywicki said he didn’t question the accuracy of the passage.) ¶ Freedman died last year of non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, and critics say the comments are in poor taste. Zywicki said he apologizes to anyone who came away with that sense, and that he meant to attribute “truly evil man” to a colleague who had previously used that characterization to describe Freedman. ¶ “That’s one of the dangers of speaking from notes rather than from text,” Zywicki said in an interview. “I didn’t mean many things to be taken literally. Obviously I was speaking in perhaps an inappropriately informal manner. If I had known the remarks would be taken out of context, I would have been more thorough in fleshing out that idea.” ¶ Zywicki said he intended to criticize Freedman for what he described as a belief in political correctness at all costs. “Perhaps it was unduly flip, but I have serious concerns about the way he dealt with students while he was president. Someone who bullies and attacks undergraduates in the manner he did is somebody for whom I have absolutely no respect,” he said in the interview. ¶ Revisiting the speech, Zywicki said he regrets the “God and country” comment, which he said was unduly casual. ¶ “I’m not trying to imply that liberals do not believe in God and country,” he says. “The point I was trying to make is that for many people who control the modern university, that modern orthodoxy which is intolerant of many views has taken the place of religious orthodoxies of the past.” ¶ On the Summers comment, Zywicki said that he has consistently expressed concern about any orthodoxies that interfere with free inquiry on college campuses. “That includes incursions from the right and concern about orthodoxy from the left in the form of political correctness and restrain on free speech such as speech codes.” ¶ “I was hoping in a brief set of remarks to illustrate why modern orthodoxies are just as dangerous as ancient orthodoxies.”

How I Spent My Thanksgiving


AT 4 AM Saturday morning Rebel Girl awakes when Red announces that there is someone screaming "fire." It's one of her reoccurring dreams, she thinks, then she thinks, no, it's Red's dream, not hers, but it was neither. The plaintive voice calls again: fire.

No power. They stumble around in the darkness: shoes, clothes, flashlights that work as opposed to flashlights that do not. Rebel Girl gets out and sees it first: the gabled roof of Red's uncle's cabin, two doors down, ablaze. The winds are howling. It's a long story involving hoses and water, smoke and firefighters, the dawn that finally came. We were lucky once again: no one was hurt. The fire didn't spread.


Rebel Girl liked how the firefighters carried out the furniture and assembled it on the lawn.

It was as if they would all sit down once again around the big table and eat.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Yellow Bird, Golden State


ONE OF THE BAY AREA'S CHARMS is the ubiquity of cheap motels along the coast. I’m told that European vacationers love these places. Germans especially—they’re just nutsig about the cheesy architecture, the modest accommodations.

In their minds, evidently, it’s all quintessentially American.

Heimat Land!


Some of these places offer music and dancing.

Fannie’s good friend, Grant, is the music guy for Nick’s Sea Breeze, a restaurant and motel in Rockaway Beach, a cove in Pacifica, just south of San Francisco. Said Fannie, “we should take in Grant’s band, Friday night. I think he’d like that.” So that’s what we did, me, Fannie, and Elroy.

Nick’s lounge/dance hall, which has been in operation, I think, since 1927, is pretty cheesy all right. The classiest thing in the room is the Naugahyde.


Last night, for some reason, most of the customers at the periphery of the tiny dance floor were members of the motorcycle club The Henchman. Most of the rest were geezers in their best dance outfits. Regulars maybe.

I wondered if I counted as a geezer yet. Not quite, I figured. But soon.

Grant’s mom, Roberta, was there. She came over and sat with us. She’s a great lady, 97 years old, originally from Minnesota. She came out to the coast in ’42, started some businesses.

I think she’s got big money. She dresses like it anyway.


And she dances!

Poor Grant. He’s obviously a terrific musician (piano), and his mates seem accomplished enough. His girl singer, a leggy blond, is talented, albeit green. (Grant told me she’s a loan officer by day. “Sweet girl,” he said.)

Mostly, Grant and Co. offered a set of auditory Cheez Whiz—a predictably incoherent mix of pop standards, rock chestnuts, disco schlock, etc.

The crowd loved it, and so did I.

THE DAY BEFORE, Grant had come by for one of his occasional free haircuts. He and Fannie were yucking it up about that silly old song, “Yellow Bird.” Fannie seems to like just about anything that can be played on a ukelele. She’s a bit of a kitschaholic, I think. Grant, on the other hand, is a jazz musician, so I figure he hates just about everything he hears, though he’s wise enough to hide it. He listens to Weather Report.

Nice guy.

Still, while perched on Fannie’s bronze chair (nobody seems to know why the word “hell” is etched into it), he commenced mocking this particular song. Jamaican, I think. 1957.

So, last night, Grant and Band suddenly broke into “Yellow Bird,” complete with vibes and, at one point, Grant’s lunatic kazoo.

We were in on the joke and laughed. Meanwhile, the crowd didn’t notice anything different. Not the Henchmen, not the old hoofers, not the nearby barflies.

I looked over at the bikers. I kept hoping Grant would do “Tequilla.” I know he knows it.


FROM NICK’S, you can see and hear waves crashing dramatically a hundred yards to the left. The Nicksters train searchlights onto the waves to make sure nobody misses ‘em. Maybe they amplify them, too. Not sure.

“Look at the size of those waves!” shouted Elroy.

Roberta sipped her coffee, while Fannie sipped her ice-water and I sipped my Stella Artois. Fannie and Roberta seemed to have a lot to say to each another. I just smiled.

I’m pretty deaf, so I have no idea what anybody said to me, but even Fannie was having trouble communicating, what with the noise. At one point, Grant shouted out the name of his next number: “Mack the Knife.”


“Macro Knife?” asked Fannie. “What? Are they gonna do a cooking demonstration?”

“No, ”Mack the Knife,” shouted Elroy. But it was no use.

We left there pretty happy. Went home to watch Dexter. Lots of cool Cuban music.

Fannie woke me early this morning for my long trip home. She slowly mounted the stairs, warbling: “Yellow bird, up high in banana tree. Yellow bird, you sit all alone like me.”

ESSENTIALLY, the state of California is Cheez Whiz smeared onto natural magnificence. At least, so it seemed to me today, as I entered cheapy gas station markets and blew past Magic Mountain, Knotts Berry Farm, and Disneyland whilst listening to White Stripes, Neil Diamond, and the Be Good Tanyas.

Sunny says hey.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Another one bites the dust

From today’s New York Times: President of Evangelical University Resigns:
Facing accusations that he misspent university money to support a lavish lifestyle, the president of Oral Roberts University has resigned, officials said Friday.

The resignation by Richard Roberts was effective immediately, according to an e-mail statement from George Pearsons, the chairman of the university’s Board of Regents.

Mr. Roberts, the son of the televangelist and university founder Oral Roberts, came under fire with the university after three former professors filed a lawsuit last month that included accusations of a $39,000 shopping tab for Mr. Robert’s wife, Lindsay, at one store; a $29,411 senior trip to the Bahamas on the university jet for one of Mr. Roberts’s daughters; and a stable of horses for the Roberts children.

Mr. Roberts had been on temporary leave from the evangelical university, fighting the accusations. In a recent interview, he and his wife denied any wrongdoing.

…The professors [at the university]…said in the lawsuit that Mr. Roberts had required students in a government class to work for the campaign of Randi Miller, a candidate in the 2006 Republican primary for mayor of Tulsa. Mr. Roberts has denied that.

Tim Brooker, one of the plaintiffs, accused the university of forcing him to quit after he had warned Mr. Roberts that requiring students to work on Ms. Miller’s campaign jeopardized the university’s tax-exempt status.

Mr. Roberts received a vote of no confidence last week from the university’s tenured faculty….

Science news from Bob Park

From Bob Park's What's New?:

SCIENCE ADVICE: WHO IS ADVISING THE CANDIDATES ABOUT SPACE?
Recognizing that the only direction is up, WN has tried to stay clear of the nomination battle. It was a jolt, however, to read in the Washington Post today that the Democratic front runner supports key aspects of the Bush space plan, hereafter referred to as the Lunacy Program. It calls for a return to the Moon in the multibillion dollar Constellation spacecraft to prepare for a vastly more expensive human mission to Mars to do that which robots do better. Barack Obama would delay Constellation for five years to provide funds for education. We’re all in favor of education, but there are vital science programs in space that are getting squeezed out for this money sink. Let's consider climate change:
(Theater across the street from Joe's Grill, Geary & 18th)

CLIMATE CHANGE: A MAJOR GAP EXISTS IN QUANTIFYING THE CHANGE.
Solar radiation is partly absorbed by the Earth system and partly reflected back into space. The reflectivity is called the albedo. In addition, the planet radiates back into space in the infrared. Both the albedo and Earth radiation must be known to determine the energy balance. But as Francisco Valero at Scripps and Robert Charlson at U. of Washington have pointed out, comparisons of satellite radiometers from CERES (Cloud and Earth Radiant Energy System) and ISCCP (International Satellite Cloud Climatology Program) do not agree. Data from DSCOVR (Deep Space Climate Observatory) would provide a calibration to resolve the matter - unfortunately DSCOVR, built and paid for, never got launched. There are those who would rather not know.
(Near the Cliff House)

BIODIVERSITY: WHO DECIDES WHAT WE SHOULD LET GO?
Rachel Carson’s 1962 book "Silent Spring" resulted in the environmental movement and a decade later the Endangered Species Act. As the biologist Paul Ehrlich argued, we don’t understand ecology well enough to know which genes are essential, so we tried to save them all. With the Earth facing crisis, an article by Emma Marris the 8 Nov 07 issue of Nature has the courage to finally ask out loud, "What to Let Go?".

Friday, November 23, 2007

Black Friday, San Francisco

In Joe's Ice Cream and Grill, Geary and 18th

Most of these are taken from Lincoln Park and around the old Cliff House.







Gratuitous Tiger Ann photo.

Fannie took this one while we were driving home. Check out the surfer dude.

Thanksgiving in Pacifica

It's been good. Thanksgiving dinner was great (see tofurkey below), Tiger Ann has been loads of peevish furry fun, and the weather has been perfect. And in Pacifica!

Thinking about heading up to Lincoln Park today (San Francisco), checking out the oil damage. Or just the beauty. Later!








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