“People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the seas, at the long course of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars, and yet they pass by themselves without wondering.” — St. Augustine
“My own inordinate interest in what the lunatics are up to in every corner of our planet has to do with my childhood.”
– Goodbye Serenity, 12/5/2011.
“There is also a growing out-of-sight-out-of-mind problem. A study, by Sean Reardon, a sociologist at Stanford, shows that Americans are increasingly living in areas that are either poor or affluent. The isolation of the prosperous, he said, threatens their support for public schools, parks, mass transit and other investments that benefit broader society.
“The poor do without and the near poor, at best, live from paycheck to paycheck. Most Americans don’t know what that is like, but unless the nation reverses direction, more are going to find out.”
— The Poor, the Near Poor and You
Downtown with some DePaul students. Some of us will return this weekend for a vigil for Scott Olsen.
Images are more real than anyone could have supposed. And just because they are an unlimited resource, one that cannot be exhausted by consumerist waste, there is all the more reason to apply the conservationist remedy. If there can be a better way for the real world to include the one of images, it will require an ecology not only of real things but of images as well.
– Susan Sontag, On Photography (180)
An interactive portfolio about the civil-rights era, with contemporary portraits by Platon, historical photographs, interviews, and audio commentary by David Remnick, whose written introduction appears below the portfolio.
This piece, which combines audio, visual, and textual components of meaning-making, is my inspiration for a “multimodal photo essay” assignment I’m working on for my First Year Writing courses at DePaul.
- Henri Cartier-Bresson:The Great Leap Forward, China. 1958. (MOMA)
- Photo Essay (Wikipedia)
- Chicago Then & Now (Seeman)
I have recently queried colleagues at the American Library Association and academic librarians at two universities with this question: is there any evidence or data that suggests that there is more academic plagiarism now than there was, say, 15, 40, or 110 years ago?
Anecdotally, of course, plagiarism is one of the guaranteed fear inducers of contemporary academic culture. Due in large part to corporations such as turnitin.com—whose marketing-and-rhetorical strategy seems to be that they can both diagnose the disease and provide the cure—the culture of fear, anxiety, and mistrust toward students is palpable.
At any rate, I have been unable to locate data or evidence that suggests there is more academic plagiarism currently than there was, say, 15, 40, or 110 years ago. If you know of any, could you send me a citation? email@example.com.
An excellent source, with data — Student dishonesty and its control in college. William Bowers 1964 Columbia University, Bureau of Applied Social Research. New York, NY.
An excellent followup to Bowers: Donald L. McCabe and Linda Klebe Trevino: “Faculty responses to academic dishonesty: The influence of student honor codes.” Research in Higher Education (1993) Volume: 34, Issue: 5, Pages: 647-658.
And from generous posters in response to my query on a Chronicle of Higher Education article
- “parneet“: “I’d suggest looking up Dan Ariely at http://danariely.com“
- Keith Williams: “I haven’t yet seen surveys focused specifically on online courses. I’m sure they are coming” and links to – ”My journalism students conducted a survey on cheating last week and 65.8% of our high school students admitted to cheating before. Only 20.6% reported they hadn’t and 13.6% didn’t respond to the question.” http://edtechvision.org/?p=137
- “Eighty-four percent of students at a public research university believe students who cheat should be punished, yet two of every three admit to having cheated themselves.” http://www.insidehighered.com/…
Waiting For Her At The Garden
Standing here for so long now my boots
have cut their impression into the ground.
I’ve had no answer from her at this gate
knocking and waiting and pacing while spring
overflows the garden; a crimson apricot blossom
reaches over the wall to me.
The Old Fisherman
Last night he anchored and slept
near the west mountain cliffs.
At dawn he draws water from Xiang River
and cooks over a bamboo fire.
As the fog lifts he guides his boat back into the water
until out of sight, the only sound his oars
dipping into the clear, cool river.
Looking back, seeing his camp and the aimless clouds
wandering along, one by one.