overheard

“The name is the thing. It’s like trying to come up with a name for a band. I want it to suggest quirkiness without being precious.”
“Quirky – precious = us!”
“Nix on Pub Sociology II: Electric Boogaloo. Nix on Quirkass Sociology.”
“I think some of my students weren’t yet born in the days of Kickass Sociology.”
“I can’t even contemplate the birthyears of my students.”
“Can we nix sociology in the name altogether?”
“That would be my strong preference.”
“Also, no ‘blog’ or ‘weblog’ in the name this time.”
“I agree. I didn’t know you could call your weblog anything other than [name] weblog back when I started mine.”
“Old skool. People needed to know what they were reading back then. Now, it’s like when a women’s hockey team wants their name to play off the fact they are women: Chicks with Sticks!”
“Exactly! We are not Chicks with Sticks.”
“…”
“Except, Chicks with Sticks wouldn’t actually be a bad name.”
“…”
“I guess it’s not really right for us.”
“Not quite a fit.”
“If we were starting a band, I’d be totally into Chicks with Sticks. I could wear drag and stomp around stage menacing the audience with a cricket bat.”

my first post

In this, my first post, let me say two controversial things.

1.) An open note to sociologists: Dear Sociologists (particularly my fellow ethnographers) – Please stop writing the same book. The year was 1943, and with “Cornerville” we learn that downtrodden communities were not normless. They had social organization like everyone else. In many ways they were just like you and me Thank you Mr. Whyte. But now we get it. Why do we keep packing our bags for a trip we are never going to take? Do we really need another book telling us that the ghetto is socially organized like other social spaces? That poor people are just like you and me (only poor)?

2.) I now teach at a fancy school. And I’ve gotta say, there is a downside to having a very competitive admissions process (we accepted around 8-9% last year). And that downside is this: our students are boring. Or least mine are. They’ve all “bought in”. They are very hard working. They are very good at telling me what I’ve told them. This is all very nice. But they’re not interested in much other than what I want them to tell me on evaluations. I don’t want to say that they’re just a group of people who have “sold out” for a steep career trajectory. But they are. Yeah yeah, it’s not their fault. They’re just working within the structure of rewards set-up for them. And they all have to work like crazy to get in (even the privileged ones). Getting good grades, running the school paper, spoon feeding sick kittens.But the perverse effect of all this “total candidate” requirement is that students don’t develop interests, they learn to meet requirements. So I can’t really blame them for doing what they had to to get in. But there’s something sad about it.

Maybe competition breeds efficiency. I’m sure they’ll all be great at their jobs. They certainly are better students than I ever was. But I’ve never felt so like a meat grinder in my life: creating a uniform mass. So I say, away with competition! Or perhaps I am beginning to support Karabel’s idea that some percentage of each class should be made up of a randomly selected group of people who simply have to meet a minimum requirement (assuming that if you meet this requirement, you can perform reasonably well in the school – and given that we give out 50% A’s, anyone can do reasonably well!).

hamster, step off that wheel!

While Tina and I are not exactly sure what is going to happen with this blog, one thing we have mutually resolved at the outset is that we will not let any kind of aspiration for it compromise its spirit. And in this spirit, I offer as recommended reading: The Underachiever’s Manifesto, by Ray Bennett. (Bonus: As you might expect, it’s quite short.)

Some selected quotes:

“The pleasures of underachievement are many, but they are all too often lost in the pressure for success. (Or, SUCCESS!) The achievement lobby is powerful, and underachievement is, surprisingly, not as easy as it should be… Never mind that no one agrees on what it means to be ‘the best,’ and that it’s actually impossible for everyone to be it, whatever it is.”

“[T]he addiction of achievement leaves behind failed relationships, unhealthy bodies, corrupted minds, or some terrible combination of all three. It’s a sickness that would be considered an epidemic, but of course too many doctors are afflicted with the disease to recognize the symptoms.”

“If something is worth doing at all, sometimes it’s worth doing half-assed.” [This one is so much more obviously true than the more familiar “…it’s worth doing right.”]

“For every life potentially improved and extended by _modest_ exercise, there’s another that has been significantly impaired or shortened by the insane drive for intense physical activity.”

The book discusses the underachiever approach to work, finances, romance, and even religion. As someone who has a mixed set of attitudes about achiever-orientation, I found the book not just amusing but genuinely interesting, as it prompts one to consider what are the real arguments against doing something other than settling for comfortable mediocrity.

well, this is certainly off to an ugly start

I have chosen the ugliest possible WordPress theme because it’s supposed to be extremely customizable once you understand how wordpress.com’s CSS upgrade works. I am sure this site is going to be looking absolutely smashing by 2011. Until then, this.

I’m also going to stick a test link here so that I can see what links look like if I play around with any of the CSS add-ons for this online.

Update: I’ve added a CSS template off the web and a banner added. I still don’t get how the sidebar widgets work, or if these will start to behave better once there is enough text on this blog so that the sidebar and the text is actually side by side. Obviously, I could check this even I just kept typing enough so that this was a long post, but I don’t think I’m feeling creative enough even for completely pointless filler text at the moment.