Good News/Bad News

Good news: I’ve hired an awesome designer to update the site. Her name is Miriam and she’s at http://flinknet.com. The first bit of business was moving this blog to WordPress from B2, which is evil and unmanageable. Note the new address for the blog.

The bad news is that in the fight against comment spam, your comments have temporarily disappeared. I am hopeful they will be back. I’m also living with the “generic” WordPress design for now, until the blog gets redesigned along with the rest of the site. There may be some other growing pains in the next month or so, but then it’s all good. And good lord this interface is so much better than what I was using. You have no idea.

French Update

The other night I attempted to order a pizza over the phone in French. I got through the “small pizza with green pepper” delivered to my address part, but when I asked for some garlic bread (pain a l’ail), the woman’s response was “we don’t have any diet Sprite.” Ummmmm.

Right.

That’s interesting, since “pain a l’ail” sounds nothing like any conceivable configuration of words that would come close to meaning “diet Sprite” in French. Eventually they put on the guy who knows English and it was sorted out.

I’m told the phone is the hardest part.

More NYU

Here’s a letter from faculty to the president that’s making the rounds.

Dear colleagues,

Teaching assistants at NYU conducted a union drive in 1999-2000, won an election, and affiliated with the United Auto Workers (in a local that also includes other educational professionals in NYC such as Museum of Modern Art and New York Historical Society employees). The NYU administration fought hard against the union but was ultimately forced to recognize and negotiate with it by the National Labor Relations Board. There followed a 3-year contract that brought the teaching assistants health benefits and a stipend increase. During this time the university ran quite smoothly.

In the summer of 2005, released from the obligation to negotiate by a new Bush-appointed NLRB, the NYU administration un-recognized the union and has been refusing to negotiate with it. Given this extreme provocation, the union had virtually no alternative but to strike.

They began striking on Nov. 9 and several hundred professors have been teaching off-campus so as not to cross the picket line. The administration–really, President John Sexton–steadily refuses to deal with the union. He has ignored a compromise proposal by a former dean. At one point several administrators infiltrated course websites (using the program “Blackboard”) so as to be able to determine which faculty and teaching assistants were supporting the strike; this resulted in widespread faculty outrage and the deans quickly withdrew from that effort.

Now President Sexton has again thrown a bombshell: he has threatened that any TAs who do not return to work by Dec. 5 will be deprived of an entire semester’s stipend and those who dare to return to a strike in the next semester will lose an entire year’s funding.

Such an action would be unprecedented. Graduate student employees have struck at many other universities, including those in the Ivy League and those just as anti-union as the NYU administration, but nowhere have such draconian reprisals ever been taken. Moreover, to date American workers retain a right to strike. While employers may well withhold wages during a strike, punishing strikers for a semester or a year afterward is illegal. The basic disagreement between the students and President Sexton is whether they are workers or not, and his point of view must be reckoned with, but surely the action of assistants who believe that they are workers cannot be criminalized because one disagrees.

If this threatened punishment is allowed to happen it will set a disastrous example for democratic debate at universities throughout the country. It would also cause irreparable harm to the reputation of NYU. We believe it will make it much for difficult for the university to recruit and retain the best faculty and graduate students.

Hundreds of faculty have formed a group, Faculty Democracy, to protest President Sexton’s policy and to push for greater administration consultation with faculty on important decisions–a consultation which, if undertaken seriously, might have prevented this whole debacle.

We urge scholars and intellectuals throughout the country to urge President Sexton to drop his threats and agree to negotiate with the union. He can be reached at 70 Washington Square, NY, NY 10012 and by email at john.sexton@nyu.edu

Please send a copy of your communication to any sender of this letter.

Thank you,

Linda Gordon, History

Andrew Ross, American Studies

Alan Sokal, Physics

Mary-Louise Pratt, Spanish

writing for the group Faculty Democracy, numbering approximately 250

NYU Strike

Wow. I don’t know how I missed it before, but there are serious goings-on at New York University. As you may know, the Labor Relations Board did an about-face and basically said that because NYU is private, it does not have to recognize a TA union. Thus, when it came time to negotiate a new contract, NYU let the old one expire. The grads are now on strike and it’s the old familiar thing: the university is threatening to take away stipends for the rest of the year for striking students, which effectively means deportation for international students. It’s a power grab, pure and simple. Even NYU’s own PR makes it sound that way with the standard “they’re students, not employees” argument.

Here’s the union’s version. You can find NYU’s version quite easily, if you want to.

A Taste of Canadian Racism

Well, after all that stuff about the Milwaukee paper, here’s a letter to the editor straight outta 1845 from today’s Globe and Mail — authored by one Wayne Valeau of Calgary:

The Black-Eyed Peas are a perfect fit for the CFL (Imported Peas — editorial, Nov. 29). What we saw at the Grey Cup’s half-time show was a mirror image of what we saw on the field.

Centre stage was occupied by imports, predominately black. Surrounding them, in the shadows, was the Canadian talent, which may have been superb for all we know.

The most messed up thing about racial politics in Canada are the people who actually think white Canadians are so enlightened that there isn’t a “problem” here.

The Latest RIAA PR

“Owning music is so last century.”

I’ve read versions of this quote at least three times in the last week. It sounds all hip and progressive, like our options now are so much better than owning CDs. Take the followup from a SF Chronicle Article quoted by my friend Steven Rubio:

They’re overpriced, ugly and don’t even make good rearview mirror ornaments. Now that we know they are also potentially poisonous to personal computers, thanks to Sony BMG’s rogue copy-protection technology, there’s really no reason to buy another compact disc ever again.

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Let’s begin by untangling the premises:

1. “CDs are overpriced.” Yes they are! But by that measure, so are mp3s and other commercially available compressed files. One either pays a monthly fee to “lease” something one could previously own outright, or one pays a dollar a song (1), which is actually more than the cost of an overpriced CD for a format of compressed audio that is crippled with digital rights management. Once again, you’ve stepped from commodity law to contract law, which means you have fewer rights over how you use the music. Now, if it was the case you couldn’t rip compressed audio off a legally-bought CD, they’d have a point.

2. Which brings me to the unethical and illegal practice of Sony and others. I’d originally thought this was just typical corporate bullying of consumers but in fact it has a whole other dimension, which is to make CDs a less attractive commodity to own. I have no idea if this is intentional, but it’s a great move on the part of the recording industry if the goal is to sour people on owning content.

3. Environmental damage. Yes, CDs are bad for the environment, but unlike a portable mp3 player, they don’t get thrown out and replaced every few years. Um, a little perspective please? (oh, that was in another piece, sorry).

But really, the most insulting argument is the main one: owning music used to be cool, but now it’s not. You know, I’m not particularly partial to the culture of ownership, but you don’t hear record companies going around saying they also want to stop owning music. It’s asymmetrical and hugely advantageous to media industries. If you think music is overpriced now, try paying a monthly fee just to maintain access to recordings for which you already paid — with no alternative. Sound coercive yet? I’ll give up my already meager ownership rights over music when the recording industry does the same. Until that day, I will pick the favorable tenets of commodity law over the relatively unfavorable arrangements of contract law.

But you can expect to hear more technorati bashing CDs to get you “beyond” owning music over the next few months. It’s like the republicans adopting the whole “teach the conflicts” argument for creationism. Some PR agency figured out how to twist an appeal from napster and other file-sharing outfits for the purpose of increasing recording industry profits. It sounds so radical to get “beyond” ownership of music. Yeah, right.

At the heart of this debate is whether music is a thing or a social process. This debate has a long intellectual history that morphs depending on which social field you’re talking about, but I think we are at a major turning point in the history of definitions of music. The recording industry, probably by virtue of its coupling with other media industries in large conglomerates, is figuring out that going forward, it is more effective to treat music as a commoditized service rather than a more “old-fashioned” kind of commodity. The implications for consumers will be mixed as I’ve tried to suggest here. Sure, you’ll feel more free, but you’ll wind up paying more and more often. The implications for musicians are even more unfavorable arrangements with major labels.

Stay tuned.

1. I’m talking about legal purchase here. Of course sites of dubious legality, like allofmp3.com, charge much less and are actually a good deal. By that measure, though, peer-to-peer networks are an even better “deal.” And come to think of it, that media levy in Canada for the time being means that it is legal for me to download via peer-to-peer. At least until they pass C-60.

Report on the Ongoing Canadianization Project

The Milwaukee trip over thanksgiving was its usual pleasure (though this was our first trip to Milwaukee for said purpose). One of my colleagues commented that she found Americans’ devotion to thanksgiving bizarre, a sentiment echoed by other Canadians I’ve met. I don’t have a profound answer except to say that like Halloween (my other favorite holiday), it is largely pointless and fun oriented. In our case, we decided it was a holiday to celebrate (with) friends, and indeed that is what I like most about it. Thanksgiving is all about celebrating the good and voluntary things in like. But I explained it to my colleague a little differently: I said I was working on taking more time off, and TG was a good excuse. And it was, even if it wasn’t totally “off.”

Milwaukee, or its suburbs anyway, was uncanny for me — familiar and yet strange. Wide streets, big houses, little suburban downtowns, gridded streets and bitingly clear skies, especially when it was really cold on Thursday. Wisconsin does not look exactly like Minnesota, but it’s similar enough that it turned on my “home” switch. I guess it reminded me how exotic I still find the spaces of Montreal — my childlike fascination with the metro, with the narrow streets, and even my glee at the bizarre and utterly unique layout of our “loft” apartment are all propelled by some kind of sense that I live in an exotic, different, wonderous place. So I guess I’m getting both sides of that wonder travelling back and forth. Or something.

Politically, the trip was also a bit of an eye opener. The Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel is your average conservative midwestern newspaper, filled with banal accounts of local goings on, and no real international coverage — despite plenty of jingoistic editorializing. Example: on the op-ed page one day was a commentary on a school teacher who required her students to write antiwar letters for some exercise. Now, I’ll grant that teachers requiring kids to take a political position is not something I support, at least not on that level. But their supposedly neutral solution? To have the kids write letters to soldiers’ families. Yeah, that’s so much better. Reminds me that a couple years after I graduated high school, my school had compulsory rallies in support of the second Gulf War. Good thing I was gone or I might have gotten into even more trouble than I did. But that’s another story. My point is simply that for all the Globe and Mail‘s conservatism in the Canadian context, I am somewhat spoiled by the tenor of Canadian politics. I couldn’t even read the “A” section of the Journal-Sentinel I found it so upsetting.

On the political note, I found myself sitting next to a self-professed Canadian conservative on the flight from Montreal to Toronto. I haven’t had many decent conversations with people who vote conservative, probably because there are hardly any in Quebec. When he learned that I teach at McGill, he asked if I had encountered any anti-American sentiment. The content of my answer is worth another post, though I might have covered that sometime last year. I can’t remember. Anyway, pretty soon we were talking about trade regulation (he wants less of it), socialized medicine (he’s absolutely devoted to it), food additives (he’s against them), foreign policy (he believed the Bush administration on Iraq but is now really pissed about being lied to). You know what he sounded like to me? A moderate member of the U.S. democratic party. Not on everything, mind you, but it was an interesting way to pass the time on the flight, and he clearly liked educating me about the conservative platform. Oh, and he thinks Harper is a lame leader.

We got home late Saturday night and spent Sunday recovering, which of course means watching football and lounging around the house (okay, and going through piles of email, but that’s another thing). At 5:30, the Grey Cup came on, and started out as a B-O-R-I-N-G game. “Wow,” I thought, “it is a lot like the Super Bowl.” We switched back and forth with some NFL games. But the second half really took off and we were pretty glued to the set, especially for the overtime, which was delightfully different from the NFL’s sudden death. More a slow death, really. Even though I was rooting for the Alouettes (I still have yet to reside in a city whose professional football team was won a championship during my presence. coincidence? Hmmnm. . . .), their disintegration in overtime was spectacularly entertaining.

Oh, and Carrie said the landlord gushed on the voicemail about my new bilingual outgoing “leave us a message” voice message. And I’m listening to Death From Above 1979 as I’m composing this message. So I guess the Canadianization and Quebecization project (that’s a long “o” in “project”) is going pretty well.

That’s the report for now. Next up, some thoughts on theory with a capital T.