Wednesday, December 4, 2013

The Veterans Center fubar, part 7: Glenn's "military friendly" poster boys respond to the Minklerian narrative

Vets
     Last night’s Minkler post yielded a strong response. Essentially, we had presented (what seems to be) Minkler’s side of things, the essence of which is that a disgruntled faculty member (“hey, I shoulda got that job!”) and a core group of unruly vets (“we have created these monsters!”) have “Swiftboated” the innocent Minkler, who is in fact a competent professional with no history of inappropriate conduct.
     Let’s just say that, at this point, we have heard rather loudly and clearly from some irate veterans who insist that the above Minklerian narrative is a complete and perverse fiction:
  • Minkler has certainly not been “cleared” of charges that he behaved inappropriately; on the contrary.
  • Contra the Minklerians, the complaints against Minkler are serious and have necessitated his removal from the vet center; his conduct, especially with women, has been distinctly and consistently inappropriate.
  • Contra the Minklerians, the so-called “core group” of vets have never been accused by students of offensive/unwelcome behavior; they are in fact respected and valued by the IVC vet community; indeed, for years, they have been the administration’s poster boys for IVC vet-friendliness.
  • The so-called “disgruntled” instructor (who filed the initial complaint) would have gained nothing by having been selected for the vet counselor job (e.g., securing the job would have yielded no increase in salary); he/she applied essentially as a favor to the veterans
     At least one veteran with whom we spoke insists that the Minklerian “side” represents nothing less than administration’s outrageous attempt to spin the facts and divert attention from a bad hire (details to come, perhaps) and utter mismanagement of a once-promising center, which, until recently, attracted vets and thus impressed VIPs and inspired donors.
     The latter enterprise, he said, is now in serious jeopardy.

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     For what it’s worth, I have asked around about the allegedly “disgruntled” instructor, and, thus far, I have been unable to find anyone who has anything critical to say about him/her. He/she is a “good person,” they say, not the vindictive soul described by Minklerians.
     Likely, despite HR’s tight-lipped ways, time will tell whose portrayal of “the complaints” about Mr. Minkler is closest to reality.
     At least to a degree, that is likely true, too, concerning these competing portrayals of “the core vets.”
     For now, I’ll simply observe that it is unlikely that Glenn and Co. would consistently rely on these vets for their various vet-friendly dog and pony shows—as, undoubtedly, they have done—if they were indeed the louts and Neanderthals that the Minklerian account describes.

Limber Lou confesses to some confusion about all this talk lately
about Vets. Why, he asks, are there so many Vets at IVC?

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

The Veterans Center fubar, part 6: the "other side" re Mark Minkler

     I have entitled this series “The Veterans Center Fubar.” I still believe that there is a Veterans Center Fubar, but it is no longer clear to me that this fubar is the fubar I originally described.
     I have made an effort to “get the other side” of the alarming story, reported here, about the new veterans counselor, Mark Minkler. The essence of that story, I suppose, is that Minkler is a disastrous hire.* Obviously, there are some who suppose, on the contrary, that he is a good hire, that something else entirely is going on here.
     So what would that be?
     At this point, I have spoken with a number of sources, and I do believe that I am able to answer that question on behalf of Mr. Minkler.
     Here then is the other side, near as I can tell:
     Mark Minkler arrived at IVC (in September) under difficult circumstances. First, there was the hiring process. The search committee had to go out twice to find candidates acceptable to the President. An internal candidate sought the job but did not get it. Instead, Minkler did. 
     Let’s just say that, when Minkler arrived at IVC, some people and their associates were disgruntled and directed their negatory passions at Mark Minkler. 
     Second, for years, young military veterans have had a presence at IVC, but a small core of active and like-minded vets have stood out. Owing to their admirable service and various other merits, this core group, with its charismatic de facto leader—a “big fish in a small pond,” some say—were given a wide berth. 
     —Too wide a berth. Essentially, they’ve been left unsupervised, an unhealthy situation. They’ve pretty much had the run of the place, doing as they please, and Minkler’s arrival yielded, among other things, some long overdue push back. 
     At the vet center, this core group have at times created a coarse macho atmosphere that is unattractive, even obnoxious, to some vets, including female vets. Naturally, addressing this matter is a delicate business. None of us should be surprised that it hasn’t been adequately addressed and that Minkler’s arrival pushed the issue to the fore. 
     When Minkler arrived, some of these vets who worked at the Center had grown accustomed to using the office that had now been assigned to Minkler. Naturally, Minkler asked to use that office. In response, the vets became belligerent. There commenced weeks of hazing—objects removed, curious messages left on the whiteboard, locked doors mysteriously unlocked and opened, etc. They started mispronouncing Minkler’s name or calling him “Stinkler.” 
     Meanwhile, within two weeks of Minkler’s arrival, a faculty member—a certain disgruntled personage—filed a complaint against him. (HR investigated the matter and eventually cleared him.) That was followed by a series of student complaints—all filed by the disgruntled crowd. 
     Contrary to reports, Minkler has not sought to be protected from the vets or to be moved out of the Center away from them. The campus police, concerned about email threats to Minkler, moved him upstairs with the other counselors. In fact, Mark Minkler is well liked by the veterans he has counseled (none of the complainers are in that category). The core group has tried to poison the vet community against him, but it has not succeeded. 
     In truth, Minkler is not the sort to treat faculty and students badly. He has no history of such behavior. 
     The long and short of it is this: Minkler is being “Swiftboated.” He is not obnoxious; nor is he incompetent. He has run afoul of a disgruntled faculty member and some young men who have grown accustomed to unaccountability and who have now encountered someone who is holding them to account. 
     And that’s what this is all about. [END]
     We welcome your (thoughtful) comments.
     We'll sort this out eventually.

   *Readers are encouraged to remember that not all issues regarding the vet center concern the new veterans counselor.

   †Some of these young men had work-study jobs. Then, somehow, they wrangled part-time project specialist gigs that tripled their pay. Some, no doubt, are hard workers; but it is not clear that all of them are.

Male and female brains wired differently, scans reveal (Guardian UK)
Maps of neural circuitry show women's brains are suited to social skills and memory, men's perception and co-ordination
…Ragini Verma, a researcher at the University of Pennsylvania, said the greatest surprise was how much the findings supported old stereotypes, with men's brains apparently wired more for perception and co-ordinated actions, and women's for social skills and memory, making them better equipped for multitasking….

Monday, December 2, 2013

College Official Who Stole $89,000 From Poor Students Learns Punishment (NavelGazing; R. Scott Moxley)
     …After her May 2012 arrest, Anna Catalan eventually admitted that from 2008 to 2011 she used her position as Director of Special Programs inside the Rancho Santiago Community College District to steal federal funds aimed to improve school opportunities for poverty-striken, migrant farm workers and their children.
     According to U.S. Department of Justice records, Catalan--who managed the district's $425,000 annual program--doctored records, including forging students' signatures on checks that she converted to personal use….

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Naissance de "Sympathy for the devil " (one+one... by cinocheproduction

Jean Luc Godard and The Rolling Stones, just in time for the holidays.

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Saturday, November 30, 2013

Late November musings: remembering a veritable ruseological polymath, the Napolean of Slime

Turkey, oven, electrocution, slit throats
     1. ORWELLIAN CHOWDERHEAD. Early Wednesday afternoon, the IVC community received a chirpy “Thanksgiving” message from President Roquemore.
     Good for him, I guess.
     It contained the usual bromides (plus some Board brown-nosing).
     It also included an Orwellian element: “I am thankful for health [sic] of our institution and district as we work together with transparency and collaboration.”
     That reminds me of one of Raghu Mathur’s favorite ruses, the "false paper trail" gambit, which we explained in Dissent 19 (2/1/99):
     It works like this: you write someone, misdescribing some event (or including some lie) the acceptance of which by others would be to your advantage. When the letter’s recipient, who is in a position to know the truth about the event in question, fails to correct the distortion (as is likely, for he naturally feels that he has better things to do), you then cite the letter as proof that an independent witness to the event (namely, the letter’s recipient) views [the event] just as you [want them to]. Voila!
     I offered this example:
     In March of last year, [IVC President Raghu] Mathur received a letter from State Academic Senate President Bill Scroggins that essentially rebuked Mathur for his self-serving revisionism in a letter to Scroggins that referred to an earlier conversation. Scroggins wrote
     “Your letter inaccurately attributes your actions...as based on my advice. As you very well know, my advice to you was to meet the legal requirements for effective academic senate participation...The Academic Senate Vice President...was a party to our telephone conversation and will confirm that this was my advice to you.”
     Of course, ruse-wise, compared to Mathur, Roquemore is a pipsqueak piker; the former was and is a veritable ruseological polymath, the Napolean of slime. In this instance, the latter is thinking, I suppose, that if the Accreds (and others) see these uncontested references to “transparency and collaboration” (T&C), well, then, they'll think that there must be a whole lotta T&C goin’ on!
     Chowderhead.

     2. PHILISTINES. I went to my bro’s family’s Thanksgiving Day extravaganza yesterday (enormous turkey included; my folks brought a ham; meat, meat, meat). I love his family, especially the kids, but, gosh, next time I’m bringing a pair of Sony MDR-NC200Ds (noise-cancelling headphones). Between the caterwauling, colliding kids and skunky, skittering canines, I don’t think I heard a word anyone said to me. I do believe I suffered PTSD by the end of the evening.
     Later, at dinner, I compared my niece Natalie—she very nearly had a tantrum over some trifle—to the ill-tempered kid on the old Twilight Zone episode, the one who turned "bad" people into jack-in-the-boxes—whereupon some old guy (ex-military) complained loudly about how lousy TV is today. "Crap," he called it. I looked at him and said, “Really? In my opinion, we're experiencing the Golden Age of TV!” Horrified, he responded with a round of sloppy, beslobbering harrumphitude, which was immediately accompanied by my father’s similar jowl-jiggling stylings.
     It was hopeless. Mine was a vegeterarian comment in a meat-eating conversation.
     I thought, but did not say, “Philistines.” In fact, I said nothing, 'cept, "Breaking Bad was good."
     Years ago, I recommended to my folks that they watch Mad Men. Thought they'd like it. They saw one episode and declared the show to be "immoral." (And yet my folks aren't prudes: you should see my dad's callipygian sculptures; he's an "ass" man, he is.)
Biting and scratching; the price of love
     3. THE CAT. Former Smiths frontman and vegetarian, Morrisey, has criticized President Obama for chirpily participating in the usual anthropocentric atrocities of this time of year. No doubt, every idiot in the world has opined thereof.
     Meanwhile, an old friend wrote me about her new appreciation of The Cat:
     I am now officially a cat person. Olie curled up by the fire and simply demanded that I stop my nonsense. Totally irresistible.
     I, too, feel especially appreciative of my own cat, young Theodore, who routinely demands that I cease my bookish ways and just play with him, an enterprise that starts with the flying of fake birds and increasingly culminates in his pouncing upon my left forearm and tearing and biting it to pieces (I protect myself with a towel, but with limited success).
     “You silly, flesh-eating cat,” I say.
     Despite these entertainments, he’s a remarkably sweet cat. He's a good influence on me. He's calm, patient, good.
     And he’s seriously charismatic. He has numerous female admirers, namely, every woman he ever meets, darned guy.
Young Theodore, resting 
Young Theodore, yawning
And be transparent, too!
     4. CONVERSATION. Visited my folks at lunch today. Showed ‘em a website, called Big Think, that I thought they might want to explore. I explained it to them.
     They stared at me, uncomprehending.
     I grabbed their laptop (I bought it for them a couple of years ago) and showed them the site. We watched a video by an academic nutritionist, who remarked on vegetarian and nonvegetarian diets. (My folks are fully loaded with opinions about diet and health.)
     My folks stared at the screen and said nothing.
     “She’s giving you an overview of her understanding of what we know about diet and health,” I said. “And she seems to know what she’s talking about. She’s at New York University.”
     To use one of my dad’s own expressions, he stared at me blankly, as though he “didn’t know whether to shit or go blind.”
     My mom commenced making an irrelevant comment about the nutritionist’s age. The theme from the Twilight Zone played in my head.
     OK, I moved on to a video about education by psychologist Laurence Steinberg (Temple U). This particular video concerned the topic “Why Some Races Outperform Others” (see).
     I love what Steinberg has to say. My folks, however, didn’t seem to know what to make of it all. It's as if I were showing them a video about the life of the aphid.
     I do wish they’d use their laptop and surf the web once in a while. But, after years of my and my sister’s encouragement, they seldom do. They can barely turn their TV on and off. About once a week, they call me, saying, "The TV stopped working." I go down and fix it for them.
     There's never anything wrong with it. My dad seems to press buttons randomly and is inevitably puzzled by the results. In silence, I watch him fumbling, struggling. There isn't much I can do.
     Finally, I found a video about “public art” and played that. (My folks love art; they're potters.) An artist was explaining some of the limitations of public funding of art and the need for the public to catch up to the “conversation” going on among artists.
     Detecting my folks’ incomprehension, I briefly touched on some of these themes, especially the point about “conversation.”
     My dad thought a bit and then said, “You know, down at our studio, you don’t want a lot of conversation. Can’t get anything done.”

     5. GAGA. Check out this cool video:



The Bauer kids, recently, in the old studio

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