Archive for November, 2007

Thursday Short Poem and a note about madness: Sexton’s “Live”

Because Anne Sexton ended up taking her own life, this poem — with its brief, defiant rejection of suicide - is all the more poignant. Like most people who love poetry, I’ve connected with different poets at different times over the years, but there are only a handful whose complete body of work has always moved me. Robinson Jeffers is one, and Sexton another. I’ve never put this poem up for TSP before, largely because it’s so viscerally connected to a very dark time in my life. (It’s also a bit longer than what normally goes up, so it’s beneath the fold.)

I remember reading the collected works of Anne Sexton over and over again during a fourteen-day involuntary stay on the locked psych ward at what was then CPC Alhambra, a private facility a few miles from Pasadena. It was the summer of 1996, and I was near bottom, having only just survived yet another suicide attempt, this time by massive overdose of prescription drugs. In the hospital, I was heavily medicated, but I still found comfort in books: Robertson Davies’ “Deptford Trilogy” and an anthology of Sexton. If the staff had been more literarily inclined, they might have confiscated the latter text. I’m glad they didn’t, because I found much comfort in this difficult, breathtaking poem.

And often, that chaotic June and July, I said to myself “Even crazy, I’m nice as a chocolate bar.” I still say it sometimes now. But what really resonated for me in that summer were the last eight lines. And as it happened, in no small way thanks to Sexton, I made it through that dark time by discovering “I am not what I expected.” And in the end, I said “Live”. It still hurts me that Sexton, whose own madness so closely paralleled my own, didn’t end up saying the same in the end. Continue reading ‘Thursday Short Poem and a note about madness: Sexton’s “Live”’

Prestige and student satisfaction: more on Ratemyprofessors

Emma sends a link to this article from today’s Guardian: Who’s the Hottest Teacher in the US? (Hint: it’s not me, darn it all.)

The piece is a very English reflection on Ratemyprofessors, a site about which I’ve had a bit to say in the past. (See the archive here, and my NPR interview here.) As I’ve said, my faith in RMP as a useful evaluation tool vanished after it became clear that anyone could rate themselves or their colleagues or their worst enemy or their parents. Being an enrolled student was not a requirement to rate, and that makes the whole site largely useless (which is why I haven’t followed it as eagerly as I once did.)

In any event, the Guardian piece makes a very good point, of the sort that might cheer those of us laboring in intellectual backwaters like my own Pasadena City College:

Obviously, as a conventional register of quality - whether of staff, scholarship, or courses - the MTV/RMP poll is less reliable than weather forecasting with seaweed. No statistician would see it as anything other than a joke. Sneering aside though, it does furnish food for thought. And uncomfortable thought.

What it reveals to me is that the level of student satisfaction is higher the lower you go down the prestige scale. That is, undergraduates at, say, Rhode Island College, or Stephen F. Austin University, feel they are getting a better deal than Yalies, Caltechers or Princetonians.

It could be the students in those less classy places are less demanding, or humbler. It could be the fees aren’t so vexatiously high in these less famous places, giving a better sense of value for money.

But the real reason, I suspect, is that those students are indeed getting a better classroom experience.

Bold emphasis mine.

Full Frontal Feminism: my students respond

This semester, I assigned Jessica Valenti’s Full Frontal Feminism. I reviewed the book back in May, and a few weeks later explained why I would be assigning it to my women’s history class this fall. Yesterday, we had our first in-class discussion about Full Frontal Feminism (FFF, or F3).

If you were reading in the feminist blogosphere last spring, you know that a major quarrel erupted over Jessica’s book. (Click on the third link in the paragraph above for more.) Indeed, some of the most embittered intra-feminist exchanges I’ve ever seen online took place in the responses to FFF, many of them revolving around the perceived “whiteness” of the book’s perspective. To say that the book “struck a nerve” would be to employ an overused cliche that underestimates the intensity of the debate that raged in the blogosphere in May 2007. All the more reason for me to be eager to collect student responses to Valenti’s brand-new offering.

I knew my students would be honest. This class in particular is quite vocal about what it likes and doesn’t. For the last few years, for example, I’ve assigned Flirting with Danger. It’s an immensely valuable study, but the turgid, social science-jargon-laden prose alienates quite a few of the folks in the class. Frankly, it’s a toss-up each semester as to whether or not to keep assigning it, and it may be that at last I dump it for next year. The point is, my students have — as a general rule — no problem telling me what they don’t like about my syllabus, and what they do. Continue reading ‘Full Frontal Feminism: my students respond’

Tuesday night search terms

Since last Thursday, these search queries have been used by folks to come to this blog:

hugo schwyzer sociopath (A surprising number of folks think that’s an accurate diagnosis, but I hope they want this post)

conflict with the pyramids egypt (I’ve never said anything nasty about the pyramids, and live in harmony with ‘em as far as I can tell. Doesn’t everyone?)

arminian pornstars (I’m sure they meant Armenian, but it’s just possible they’re lookin’ for well-endowed actors who reject predestination)

tampon hugo schwyzer
(You want this post)

how do i find the clitoris (Yours or someone else’s? In either event, finding it is a good idea. Maybe read this? Or for actual advice, go here to the wonderful folks at Scarleteen)

storage academic diplomas (As I’ve said, it’s the best place for them)

ethics on advisor who is tempting students to take them in research (The syntax has so many possibilities)

shepherdize o.j. simpson Okay, I give. What the heck does that mean, and how did it lead someone here?

Evangelizing for the Animals

A happy story in the Los Angeles Times this morning: Evangelizing for the Animals.

On Wednesday, clergy from 20 faith traditions — including Hindu, Jewish, Muslim, Pentecostal and Roman Catholic — will sign a statement declaring a moral duty to treat animals with respect. At a ceremony in Washington, they will call on all people of faith to stop wearing fur, reduce meat consumption, and buy only from farms with humane practices. The Best Friends Animal Society, which brought the group together, plans to recruit volunteers to bring that message into at least 2,000 congregations nationwide.

The evangelical community “is expanding its definition of values to include work on poverty and the environment. We hope to insert concern for animal welfare as well,” said Christine Gutleben, who directs the new “animals and religion” program at the Humane Society of the United States.

That program, funded at $400,000 a year, aims to persuade faith communities to take a series of small steps: offering a vegetarian entree at a fellowship meal, or insisting that the coffee cake set out on Sundays is made with free-range eggs.

The Humane Society is also seeking to enlist religious leaders in its political campaigns. In California, for instance, the group has been pushing a ballot measure to ban certain confinement systems for farm animals. Promotional ads show photos of hens in crowded cages and ask: “Is This Faithful Stewardship of God’s Creatures?”

I’m a member of the Christian Vegetarian Association, and they provide an excellent FAQ about issues of stewardship, dominion, and diet. I’m excited to see even some very conservative evangelicals (the Times article refers to Jerry Falwell’s Liberty University) becoming open to issues of conservation and justice for animals. While most traditional Christians are not willing to place animal life on par with human life, it is encouraging to see so many engaged in critical reflection about justice, compassion, and conservation. Real change often needs to happen incrementally, and evangelical openness to animal rights issues is an exciting first step.

My wife went from eating red meat to being completely vegan in the space of a weekend. Pun intended, she gave up a carnivorous lifestyle “cold-turkey.” I went more slowly, surrendering first red meat, then poultry, then fish, then dairy and eggs. (We’ve both felt terrific on our vegan diets, and my wife’s doctors assure her that she will be able to remain vegan throughout any future pregnancy and while nursing a future child.) Asking all Christians to consider veganism may be imposing too much too fast. Asking them to buy meat that has been raised and slaughtered humanely, asking them to include vegetarian and vegan options at social events, and asking church communities to reflect on good stewardship may be the best way to begin.

A helpful and little-known bible passage: Proverbs 12:10. Good people are good to their animals; the “good-hearted” bad people kick and abuse them. The Old Testament world had no concept of “pets” as we do; the animals referred to here are working animals, livestock. If you’re going to raise animals for slaughter, you are required to treate them with kindness. Making that biblically sound point is a vital part of the battle for the hearts, minds, and palates of Christians.

And the Times article contains a tidbit I didn’t know:

Before he became pope, Benedict XVI (then Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger) spoke against force-feeding geese to produce foie gras and packing hens so closely “that they become just caricatures of birds.”

Would that he had spoken on the matter ex cathedra. Perhaps soon.

Muffie Valentine Albert, 1917-2007

My cousin, Muffie Valentine Albert, died last Tuesday at age 89. (Obit is here.) She was a dear and loving presence all of my life (even if she was part of that small minority within the clan who went to Stanford rather than Cal.)

She was the last of her age cohort; with her passing, my mother’s generation is now the most senior in our large and extended family. There is no one left who belongs to the generation of my grandparents. She was the last member of my family who remembered her grandfather, who came to California as a boy after the Gold Rush. With Muffie gone, no one is left who knew that generation of pioneers — those who came around the Horn or in covered wagons, who remembered the Civil War well.

We’ll have much to say about Muffie — and about the great majority she’s gone to join — when we gather as a family this Thanksgiving at the Ranch her grandfather (my great-great grandfather) built a very long time ago.

“Guardians of each other’s autonomy”: some more thoughts on sex and disparate desire

Over at Feministing this morning, Jessica links to this appalling piece that ran in the London Times: Not tonight, dear . . . in fact, not ever. Written by Dr. Pam Spurr, it’s subtitled: Feminism gave women control of their sex lives, but has it gone too far? Author and sex expert Dr Pam Spurr argues that many women are risking their relationships by saying ‘no’.

Here’s the whopper:

At the risk of being called old-fashioned (though I don’t think that old-fashioned should always have negative connotations) and antifeminist, I’d go so far as to say that for both partners sex could be considered a duty, if it is something that one partner knows would make the other happy.

Does he really want to go up on the roof to repair a leak on a Sunday afternoon?

Does she really want to take out the rubbish in the pouring rain? No, but partners in relationships do such things because they know that it makes the other happy. Sex should be seen in the same light.

Jessica takes it apart very well, and there’s a thriving discussion in the comments section at Feministing as well. Continue reading ‘“Guardians of each other’s autonomy”: some more thoughts on sex and disparate desire’

“Something I can never back out of”: some reflections on the prospect of having kids

There’s a rich and at times heated debate going on in the thread below this post. Most of the folks weighing in are parents, something I’m obviously not, so I’m largely staying out of the discussion. One participant, Kate, does ask:

Hugo - it sounds as if you and your wife are considering having children. How are you expecting/hoping children to change your lives?

Yes, my wife and I are considering having children, though we aren’t expecting any at the moment. Yes, we talk a great deal about having children. And yes, there’s some ambivalence on both our parts about becoming parents.

When I share that I’ve been married four times without having children with any of my ex-wives (or the half-dozen other women I lived with), some folks are a bit surprised. Statistics alone would suggest that I ought to have produced at least one or two. It’s a blessing, of course, that I never had children with any of my exes. I think all three of my ex-wives would have made fine mothers, but judging by my own emotional state at the time I was married to at least the first two, I would have been a catastrophically bad father.
Continue reading ‘“Something I can never back out of”: some reflections on the prospect of having kids’

Friday Random Ten: Songs with Long Titles Edition

Nothing else to post today: boxing, running, grading — and a trip to the dentist — will consume all available blogging time.

1. “Come Pick Me Up”, Ryan Adams
2. “If I Had A Hammer”, Sam Cooke
3. “House of the Rising Sun”, Be Good Tanyas
4. “Boys on the Radio”, Hole
5. “Breakin’ the Chains”, Dokken
6. “Colorado”, Stephen Stills and Manassas
7. “A Little Past Little Rock”, Lee Ann Womack
8. “Fifty Miles of Elbow Room”, Iris Dement
9. “Ease Your Feet in the Sea”, Belle and Sebastian
10. “If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next”, Manic Street Preachers

Bonus Track: “I’ve Seen it All”, Bjork and Thom Yorke

Cousin Dean blogs!

My dear cousin Dean Butler is an actor and documentary film maker. His company website is here, his new blog is here.

Don’t hold our family relationship against him.

Dean gets some amazing stuff on film, and someday, somehow, we’re doing a project together.

USATF bans headphones; glory be!

This is great news: USA Track & Field, the national governing body for running, this year banned the use of headphones and portable audio players like iPods at its official races.

As a veteran of 14 marathons and countless other road and trail races from 5-50K, I’m proud to say I’ve never taken two steps with music. And I’ve been jostled and pushed and run into more times than I can count by oblivious nincompoops who can’t hear my “on your left!” as I try and squeeze past them. Running with headphones in a major race is like yakking on your cell phone on the freeway — both deserve the bans that they are now receiving nationwide.

And I may sign up to do the famous Grandma’s Marathon:

Coming up with a way to enforce a headphone ban — if enforcement is even possible — has been a challenge for race organizers. Some have already taken a hard line, like the Grandma’s Marathon in Duluth, Minn., in June, which had a field of about 7,000 runners. Race officials collected iPods at the start and then mailed them back to competitors. Still, 30 maverick runners who broke the rules and used headphones were disqualified.

“We proved that it is very possible to enforce,” said Scott Keenan, the Grandma’s Marathon race director. “If other races are allowing it, then shame on them.”

Scott Keenan is my new hero.

Yeah, I’m curmudgeonly on the topic. But I feel very strongly that part of running is listening to one’s body, listening to one’s breath, listening to the sounds of the city or of nature around you. Wearing headphones to do a marathon is like wearing headphones to a wedding. Now, that’s just one fella’s opinion, and others may differ. But that doesn’t mean that wearing headphones doesn’t affect those around you, and it does place you and other runners in danger.

And the danger is real. See my post here.

A note on evaluations

Here at Pasadena City College, we have a two-tiered system of evaluation. Tenure-track professors are evaluated in all of their classes each semester. Those with tenure are evaluated in a smaller number of their courses, and only once every three years. I’ve had tenure for nearly a decade, so I’m getting evaluated this autumn for the first time in three years.

I am very mindful of the utility of student evaluations. Though I wish they were done closer to the end of the course, I appreciate enormously the opportunity they present. Like most folks, I don’t take the “ratemyprofessors” site seriously anymore; it’s apparent to all that anyone can rate a teacher online. I could be giving myself all the positive ratings, and a few men’s rights advocates could be writing all the negative ones, and there’s no way to ascertain whether a rater has actually taken the course they are evaluating. In-class evaluations are different. I step out of the classroom, and our department secretary (or her assistant) administers the surveys. Students fill in bubbles and make comments. Eventually (usually around May, it takes forever) the results are tabulated and I am given a sheet with my overall numerical averages as well as a typed sampling of the comments. (I don’t always get the actual sheets themselves, perhaps to protect me from trying to judge who wrote what by their handwriting.)

I’m confident I’m a good teacher, and at times that confidence slips dangerously close to hubris. (My post about the educrats serves as a case in point.) But the fact that I feel I have little to learn from those with Ed.D. after their name does not mean I believe I have no room for improvement! I’m a better teacher today than I was a decade or so ago, and if I continue to take constructive criticism and push myself hard, I’ll be — by grace and effort — a better teacher still a decade from now. My students are smart folks, and after they’ve taken a few of my tests and sat through a few of my lectures, they’re pretty darned good at identifying my strengths and pointing out where it is that I can improve. A good teacher can always become a better one, and I’m eager to continue to get better.

When I first started teaching, I sought advice from my parents, both college professors with years of evaluations behind them. My father told me to ignore two kinds: the ones that were too excessive and worshipful in their praise, and the ones that were clearly nasty and designed to wound. My Dad, who taught philosophy, said that if the student eval said “Prof. Schwyzer is another Socrates!”, he laughed and put it aside. If an eval said “Schwyzer is the worst professor I’ve ever had, and shouldn’t be allowed to teach”, he did the same. But if a student said “He does a well, and I liked b, but I really wish he had done x instead of y because it would have made things clearer” — then my father paid close attention to the constructive criticism.

The college doesn’t pay much attention to a few laudatory or a few negative evaluations. They just crunch the numbers, and as long as you don’t have an overwhelming majority of your students rating you as “poor”, they don’t intervene. (Actually, for the tenured ones, even in the case of huge numbers of poor evaluations, they rarely intervene. For better or worse, getting rid of the tenured for anything other than a felony conviction is very difficult.) I know that some of my tenured colleagues don’t look at their evaluations at all, while others study every line, their egos inflating and deflating in response to each compliment and complaint. I fell into that camp for a long time myself. Today, I’m a little less vulnerable to either flattery or calculated meanness (one still sees both from time to time). Today, I read the evals carefully, looking for meaningful feedback. I’m happy to say that I usually get it, and am able to incorporate it in one way or another into my future courses.

Thursday Short Poem: Rich’s “Aunt Jennifer’s Tigers”

Adrienne Rich was the first explicitly feminist poet whose work I loved, going back to elementary school days. And this poem was perhaps the first feminist poem I understood instantly. I’ve never forgotten it, and though it’s an oft-anthologized classic, some of my readers will see it here for the first time.

Aunt Jennifer’s Tigers


Aunt Jennifer’s tigers prance across a screen,
Bright topaz denizens of a world of green.
They do not fear the men beneath the tree;
They pace in sleek chivalric certainty.

Aunt Jennifer’s finger fluttering through her wool
Find even the ivory needle hard to pull.
The massive weight of Uncle’s wedding band
Sits heavily upon Aunt Jennifer’s hand.

When Aunt is dead, her terrified hands will lie
Still ringed with ordeals she was mastered by.
The tigers in the panel that she made
Will go on prancing, proud and unafraid.