Posts Tagged ‘UFE’

Lazy, kind of a bum, thinking too much

Wednesday, June 9th, 2010

And completely neglecting to do a damn thing. Which isn’t, now that I mention it, a new pattern. It’s actually a decades-old cycle. Mostly, it works out all right. I mean, I started a book I bought when it came out and then completely forgot.

Glow

And I ate lunch on the library ledge the other day, which is much improved now that the students are gone for the summer. It’s not that I don’t like them, it’s just that … there are so many. And they’re so positive, and bounding with energy, and haven’t yet given up all hope that their lives will ever amount to anything …

Usually, this mood hits sometime in January. Or when I haven’t done anything constructive in months. It’s June, and I’ve been making pretty consistent progress on a couple of things, at least.

Well, there’s the problem – I’ve had the UFE quarterly journal on a back burner for a while, and it’s starting to boil over back there. I think some of the metaphorical onions may have gotten scraped out of the pan and landed in the fire. Or I broke a symbolic egg over the burner and got that weird charred hair smell from it splattering on something inappropriate. I mean, ok, I want to have two things: a concise pedagogical mission statement (overthrowing the institutional edifice with cooperative active education since 2010?) and a call for contributions …

But holy carp, what do I want to call for in contributions? Do I want people do share their knowledge? Do I want people to write letters to their ideal teacher? Do I want essays? How the hell do I deal with a potential slushpile? (I mean, ok, I suspect it’s not likely to be big, but it’s definitely going to be a slush something …)

And then how do I convince people that it’s actually worth pre-ordering so I can even think about getting this monstrosity printed?

Where does the time to design it come from?

Crap, do I ask for visual contributions too?

Do you see how I am managing to completely overwhelm my brain by trying to make everything work immediately all at the same time instead of sensibly taking it one step at a time? I am so good at that, I should parlay it into some kind of amazing career. I suppose it’s kind of a common skill-set, isn’t it?

Right. So I am going to focus on my off-the-cuff concise pedagogical mission statement “overthrowing the institutional edifice with cooperative active education since 2010″ … which isn’t bad. It gets the point across. It could be a little more subtle. Or less. “Breaking down the walls of the doddering institutional edifice with cooperative active education,” a little awkward, but I’m willing to think about it some more. “Breaking down the institutional edifice with a curriculum for the modern Renaissance person?” Heck. I can’t tell. I mean, ok, so what I’m looking for is a learning exchange, right, in which some people maybe get paid for their skills, and where other people learn whatever it is that they’re really crazy interested in. Maybe “Breaking down the institutional edifice with the curriculum you always wanted.” Which I kind of like.

But that’s where my brain is. Catchy slogan. Then everything else happens as if by magic, right?

Have I lost your attention yet?

Thursday, January 21st, 2010

So little to do, so much time … strike that, reverse it. (I didn’t hate the Tim Burton remake as much as some people, but Gene Wilder will always be Willy Wonka. Even when I re-read the book. Which I should do sometime soon.)

Just in case you’ve been expecting it, I do have some photographic architecture for you -

Wall

The important part of this post, though, is more thinking about the University of Free Expression. (Actually, while I love the acronym, I wonder if I could call it something else. The University of Free Experience? The Universe of Free Enlightenment? The Utopian Freeway Experiment? No, wait, that doesn’t work at all.) (Also, it’s not a utopian concept at all. At least according to my vague and distant concept of what Utopian means. Feel free to correct me.) (I may like parenthesis too much.) I have this vague idea, an old mission statement, and the sudden burning desire to move on in my life and work.

Well, ok, that last one isn’t so much sudden as increasingly necessary.

Keep to the significant parts: I have a vague over-arching plan, some lovely idealism to crush, and … nobody to help. (This is where being less than social becomes a problem; I don’t talk to people enough, so when I need to have a social network … I kind of look around, shrug, and go back to whatever I was doing before I deluded myself into thinking that I had enough connections to make a collaborative project successful.)

I do keep starting these on the weekend, when I think I have plenty of time to finish and post before the dreaded light of Monday morning … and here it is, Tuesday already, and I’m not sure where I was going with this anyway. Except, apparently, Thursday…

Of course: I was getting at the problems of a call for participants. Whatever this is, it’s still so vague that I’m not sure I could legitimately ask people to join in – unless they already know what I’m getting at. I have an alarmingly diffuse social network (my own fault; I’m terrible at mingling at parties), and there just aren’t many people I know well who are in a position to even work on this.

Face the facts: I have to start. So I’m going to try (key word, that) to come up with a plan for what I’d do if I was pursuing my semi-scholarly interests. And … well, it’s a start, right?

Maybe having a plan will keep me from getting completely derailed every time life throws me a fastball. (Some pop-ups might be ok. I was all right with those. I dunno about curves.)

A Very Important Question, and a snapshot.

Tuesday, January 5th, 2010

The shot first, I think, for those of you who aren’t interested in large chunks of text:

Escalator

I took advantage of a rare moment in which the escalators were mostly clear.

Now, the very important question. This epic anti-institutional intellectual project that I’ve absconded with (by invitation, I hasten to add) – why me? Why am I so dead set on not going through the usual channels for my educational pursuits?

I tend to think this is obvious, but I live in my head all the time. So here you go – I think it’s profoundly stupid to make certain that young people, no matter how smart they are, without certain kinds of financial support, will not be allowed to pursue their intellectual pursuits. I think it’s ridiculous to expect rigid specialization and creative freedom to co-exist (ok, so mostly I don’t think the institution values creative [intellectual] freedom, which might be part of the problem). And … well, to be blunt, I want to pursue a somewhat unusual course of study and would rather not go into hideous amounts of debt to do it, particularly because it makes me less employable than I already am.

Transcendent exhaustion – I don’t think I’ve been this tired, and this engaged mentally, in months. I suspect that means tis time for me to sleep – and hope that whatever toxins are in the air I breathe all day at work don’t fry my brain before I can make this project a reality…

All right, that was a lovely break – and there was some unexpected cheesecake as an added bonus – in which I chatted, yet again, with a co-worker who is planning moving away and going to grad school. I sort of knew how completely I’d lucked out on the undergrad lottery, but … it sounds like it has gotten so much worse that thinking of a reasonable way to make this work for “undergrad” as well is absolutely vital. Without, of course, becoming a diploma mill. I think I can solve that problem – no diplomas.

Kidding aside, though, there really are three problems with grad school as it is currently institutionalized: location, fees, and people. Location is easy to deal with – by unmooring the educational experience, we remove the necessity of uprooting (which might cause a certain social problem; there is quite a bit of value in shaking oneself out of routine). Fees, we’ll get to eventually – but I think Tracy’s comment on my previous post answers quite a few of my concerns on that front. People. Right. See, this is the problem with grad school. Especially if what you want to do is some ridiculously overspecialized thing with just a few instructors – find a program with three instructors, and discover that you don’t get along with even one of them … it’s a recipe for disaster.

What was I saying? Why me? Well, see … I want to go to grad school. I’ve been saying this for three years. Except what I mean doesn’t seem to describe graduate academic experience in the institution as it stands, and besides that I have a clear idea of an absurdly multi-disciplinary path of study which, honestly, doesn’t fit into even the most eclectic brick and mortar programs I can find. Clearly the solution is to create a community/space in which I can pursue this course. Right. Because otherwise it’s figure out how to go to a halfway decent law school without taking out a hundred and twenty thousand dollars in loans, since I doubt very much that I want (or could get) a job in the kind of corporate law which might allow me to pay that one off – and then realize, three years down the line, that I still have to create a new model of university in order to achieve my goals.

So I’m pretty much exactly the target audience, here. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only person thinking like this, either.

It’s the views from the oddest places.

Sunday, January 3rd, 2010

Galleria Parking

This is from a few days ago. Today, it’s snowing again. I had hot chocolate with ginger marshmallows as a warm celebratory beverage after work, and let me tell you – proper marshmallows are a thing of great beauty. I’m not sure about the candied ginger bits, although they were quite tasty.

Oddly enough, I feel like I’ve got far too much to say to even know where to start. How completely ridiculous is that?

Let’s see. It’s a weekend, so the internet is empty (I can hear it echoing), and I can say pretty much whatever I want to, right? (Unless I take so long to write this that it’s Monday by the time it gets posted…)

Heck, it’s my internet-cave, and I can make whatever cave-paintings I feel like making. Although, actually, that particular metaphor falls apart rather dramatically: if this is all just scribblings in charcoal on a cave wall, I think I must be some kind of post-modern Platonic theory. And I can say with some authority that being theoretical causes all sorts of snags in everyday life. People ignore you when you’re trying to order coffee, that sort of thing …

Right. Where was I? Trying to come up with a solution to two related but nonetheless distinct problems: how to make a living, and how to be serious about making without going into debt for grad school.

Well, actually, there’s a nebulous idea for solving both of those problems with one fell swoop. It’s an idea I may have mentioned before, in which the metaphorical “we” break down the walls of an unfortunate profit-oriented institution: so-called higher education.

I say so-called because … well, remember how I spent two years in grad school? When I’m not feeling charitable, I maintain that in terms of educational institution motivated challenges, I peaked in elementary school. Seriously. My eighth grade, unfortunate poker games instead of math aside (and I’d probably be better at math if I had actually played poker; I was always more interested in the other card game), was more challenging than my second year of graduate school. Some of this, I could have seen coming if I’d bothered to sit back and look at specifics: honestly, what did I expect from the University of Alabama? Intellectual rigor is not what they’re known for, and with good reason. I’m not, let me clarify here, knocking the program – it does deliver more or less what it promises. It turns out that I have very little patience for the veneer of historical and theoretical context over a poorly-executed pseudo-apprenticeship. I think, probably, an apprenticeship – one which was honest about what it was -  would work. Or a situation in which history and theory were taken seriously – and probably taught by more than one person. I find that only having one viewpoint in the instructor’s chair is rarely adequate. And let’s face it, I don’t like following some “authority” blindly. I’ve known that since I was a wee child – I’ll argue with a signpost. Which is not necessarily a negative trait (though it does make working in retail quite difficult), but it does mean that I’m prone to burning bridges.

Which isn’t relevant, actually. Or it is, but … not in terms of what I’m actually looking to do with this thing. My motivation is mostly, yeah, that what I wish to pursue intellectually is a path I’ve chosen, in a context which allows me to poke at interesting details and create diversions occasionally. Like, actually, my undergraduate degree – which was made easier by the rigor of my high school, because I escaped most of the worst of the curriculum requirements – which may have been a major in art history on paper but in terms of what I actually studied was a degree in the seventeenth century (and remind me, later, to talk about how like the seventeenth century the twenty-first is).

This is what I’m looking for.

Wide-ranging, focused, multi-disciplinary. By choice, not by demand of institutional requirements. I mean, I assume that anyone who is interested in this sort of intellectual pursuit already has a pretty solid grounding in, if nothing else, the knowledge of everyday life. I’d assume, also, some curiosity about a particular field of study – and a dissatisfaction with the current environment in “traditional” universities.

The original proposal for this came from some radical, dissatisfied professors – who would like, in their students, a certain amount of actual interest in what they’e studying. Which makes sense. It’s not asking much, but at the same time if none of your students want to be in your class … it’s disheartening. One of the things they wanted was absolutely no exchange of funds. I’m going to throw that out the window, I think, and try to structure it, when I get to the appropriate point, such that there is a donation-based income stream. Unless we can make it into a project which brings participants room and board … but that’s unlikely. I think, instead, some provision for educators and students to keep themselves in groceries is simply integral to the project. It’s not about profit – it’s about paying people for their work.

The key, though, is to keep sight of a particular part of the goal – an educational paradigm that doesn’t rely on profit. Or, rather, which defines profit as something not necessarily money.

What else is going on with this idea? Well, among other things, it’s difficult – if not outright impossible – to figure out where to start, and which texts are genuinely useful (specifically, secondary sources) without some guidance from a reliable source. It’s useful to have an instructor who can at least provide some assistance in where to begin one’s research. It’s also useful to have a community both of fellow-students and instructors to provide feedback on one’s work and suggest paths that one might otherwise have missed. Thinking in a vacuum tends to get messy, and some external nudging into a tidier – and possibly more comprehensible (as I look at my near-total inability to write anything that isn’t bizarrely convoluted and with a tendency to run off in unexpected directions) – form is, in the end, more or less what educational institutions are all about.

It’s just that all the trappings associated with profit – and with education as something unpleasant that one has to simply get through, rather than a joyful experience of learning – really screw up the whole academic institution. My – our – goal has to be returning to higher education as something which is useful, entertaining, and valid on its own merits. It is not something to be suffered in the interest of obtaining a higher paying career path, or what have you.

Anyway. I recognize that I have quite a lot to learn, and I wish to find those who would teach. Basically, when you get down to the basics. (One of the problems with this proposal is that it lacks any real provision for arts of making – for example, how would I learn to make shoes from a widely-separated network of participants? Right – did I remember to mention that the underlying theory of this whole project is also to make the educational “institution” one which exists as a social network – not a physical campus, but as an online nexus, in order to make it feasible for interested students to connect with distant scholars in a manner that even the brick and mortar academic institution may not make possible? It is, after all, most important to find instructors and advisors interested in teaching and advising in a manner which suits one’s own needs and interests. Removing the limitations of distance … goes a long way to solving problems associated with that particular aspect.) Shattering the barriers created by financial demands, in theory, gives those who have given up academic pursuits for lack of funds an opportunity to change their path – and provides a potentially very interesting community of fellow-scholars.

Good grief. It did take me until Monday to finish this, and I’m not even entirely sure it makes sense. That said, it’s going out in the world anyway – because if I keep poking at it like this, eventually the path to both a clear proposal and a solid idea of its mission will come up out of it. I’ll just keep throwing words at it until there’s a foundation, and then I’ll work on walls and things.