archives for Tuesday 22 April 2008
Tuesday 22 April 2008 | I like a cookie
• Not one but five seven nymph (head-of-a-pin-sized, but STILL) or infant palmetto bugs questing on countertop for coffee grounds at 2 am.
• Fragile student in morning class, all semester long on the verge of failing, emails to say s/he doesn’t understand paper assignment, making it clear in her/his reply that s/he hasn’t been in touch […]
read ‘stack attack continues’
Tuesday 22 April 2008 | someone left a cookie
Being overdrawn at the bank. When it’s nearly one a.m. and I’m PMSing and was in workshop from 1:30 until 7:30 getting my brain raked over its own coals and when I teach in mere hours and haven’t graded any papers and just spent a solid hour and a half replying to testy student emails […]
read ‘things that after all this therapy still make me want to fall on the floor & die’
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I suppose that the inferiority of the teachers of [English] is largely due to the fact that they are recruited from the lower moiety of pedagogical aspirants. The more ambitious fellows tackle something that seems more recondite, and hence better worth knowing. [...] The stupider fellow turns to something that is easier and more obvious, which is to say, to the language that every "educated" man is presumed to know, and the books he is presumed to have read....But in English even the higher ranks of professors tend to be inferior to those of any other faculty. The papers printed in [the journals] seldom show any professional competence or contribute anything worth knowing to the subject. For the most part they consist wholly of dull pedantries—attempts to establish the dates of some forgotten poet, investigations of the stealings of one obscure author from another, elaborate statistical inquiries into weak endings, and so on and so on. [...] The men who actually know something always know the difference between something and nothing, but the professors of English seem to be largely unaware of it....they devote themselves ardently to irrelevant trivia about the writers of the past, many of them existing today only as flies embalmed in the amber of text-books.
—HL Mencken
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