Busing; Something to think about; or not.
In this paragraph from The Trivium, the topic is ambiguity:
“Telephone books add addresses, empirical descriptions, to proper names in an effort to make them unambiguous in their reference. The identification cards of criminals are attempts to make a proper name unambiguous by supplementing it with an empirical description, a photograph, and fingerprints, which are regarded as unique in the truest sense of the word, because no two are exactly alike.”
Would anyone today assume identification cards were for criminals?
It reminds me of King David’s census, in chapter 21 of First Chronicles.
From David Warren, The strait, and narrow. It’s good advice about paper, notebooks, and writing. But now that I think about it, that it’s good is what makes it subversive. All the bad advice has become conventional wisdom.
“We can’t save the intellectual, any more than the biological environment by teaching the ignorant to protest. We can do so, however, by teaching them to love: the books, the music; the birds, and all Creation.” — Summer Reading, by David Warren
The graduate students at Yale are on a hunger strike: they won’t eat until they get hungry. On the one hand, that’s not a bad habit to form. On the other hand, what a bunch of wimps.
It reminds me of the (no doubt embellished) story of the Irish monks back in the day (800 AD?) who competed in advanced asceticism. The monks on the hill announced they’d fast for so many days. The monks in the valley said they’d fast for one day longer than their brothers up on the hill. One group sent a provocateur over the the other to say the brothers had broken their fast early. So the hungry monks broke their fast. Then the provocateur let it be known they hadn’t really broken their fast, and so had won.
Meanwhile, the Yale College Republicans had a barbeque.
One might say Yale isn’t making their graduate students miserable; the graduate students are making Yale miserable. But nobody’s really all that miserable, just irritable and a bit peckish, except for the Republicans.
“As a result of these disparate admissions standards, many students spend four years in a social environment where race conveys useful information about the academic capacity of their peers.” — Hard Truths About Race on Campus, by Jonathan Haidt and Lee Jussim
Clearly what’s needed is a generously funded graduate center to support a program to give students the tools to successfully ignore this kind of “information.”
UPDATE 19 May 2016: Gist: college policies to promote Diversity cause the racism they seek to eliminate.
A Navy training film from 1953 about the fire control computer:
It’s probably inaccurate to say that Americans today are less intelligent than they were sixty years ago; probably, but maybe not.
UPDATE 14 March 2016: See the Norden bombsight.
Students at Oberlin College don’t like the food. But they can’t just not like the food, because it’s 2015; the food can’t just be not very good; it must be wrong and wicked; violent and oppressive; at the very least, a micro-aggression. Kids today, right? When I was a student, the food was a macro-aggression, and we ate it anyway, because there wasn’t anything else, unless you had money.* Then after dinner we went out and protested — not for ice cream, but for Natan Sharansky. But I digress.
The students at Oberlin find their food culturally appropriative, inauthentic, and racist. They want, no kidding, fried chicken every Sunday. I think the demand for fried chicken is evidence that not everyone at Oberlin is a complete idiot.
“What should we ask for?”
“Come on, guys, this it nuts. The rice for the sushi is undercooked? Really?”
“Yes, Carl, we know, but it’s what all the popular kids are doing. Think of it as an opportunity. What should we ask for? How about a big chicken dinner every Sunday?”
“Sure, whatever; to the barricades! No passaran! For the chicken! Anyway, I’ve got finals to study for.”
“So, all in favor of demanding chicken on Sundays?”
At least maybe someone gets a chicken dinner out of it.
*Really, the food in the dining hall was fine, though a little bland and monotonous. After I moved out of the residnece hall into an apartment the food got a good deal worse.