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Sure, homework sucks, but…

In Uncategorized on November 18, 2009 at 9:04 am

Today in the globe and mail, there was a frustrating article about indulgent parents (who are lawyers) who have made a new contract with their school to eliminate homework from their kids’ lives.  You can read it here if you’d like.

I wrote this letter in response.  It was much longer, but they have a 200 word limit, so I restricted it.

That was a good idea, because the adjectives I removed were not exactly complimentary.

To the editor.
As a university professor struggling to teach students who are still learning to study, I am disheartened by the two indulgent parent/lawyers who have renegotiated their kids’ homework load.

First, they admit to routinely encouraging academic dishonesty by doing their kids’ work for them. Are we surprised, then, that the homework seems ineffective?  The lesson is that plagiarism is okay when it comes from your parents.

Second, the parents do their ownhomework” to find research that suggests that homework is useless.  Doing homework to discredit homework?

Third, they are lawyers.  Their job requires independent work skills, but they are denying these to their kids.

For this homework contract to be effective, it should include some sort of clause excusing the education system from further responsibility for their kids’ underachievement. This way, when their kids begin to fail because they’ve learned from their parents that teachers have no authority (so there’s no point in listening to them), or when they get to university only to find they have no independent study skills (but that mommy and daddy cannot rewrite the rules) they won’t conclude once again that the kids are perfect and the system is at fault, then sue our butts.

Walk, ride, walk, ride. Repeat

In political brilliance, political stupidity, rants on November 5, 2009 at 10:27 am

This is a brief rant.

I like to ride my bike.

That’s not the rant, it’s something I like.

I live in the Niagara Region.  Again, not the rant.

The Niagara Region positions itself as a great place for cycling vacations (in the summer they managed to get GO Transit trains, equipped with bike lockup areas, to come right to Niagara Falls, so people could bring their bikes and ride around).  Environmentally friendly, let’s all get the kids together and ride.

Right.

For years, now, the Regional government has had a policy on adding bike lanes to new roads.  This is a policy they have consistently ignored.  Even when pressured, and when they’ve said “oh, yes, we’ll honour that policy” by the end of the construction, no new bike lanes are there.  Who audits these things?

That’s pretty shitty, let’s not fool ourselves.  But what’s worse is the haphazard way that bike lanes have been introduced.  You’ll be riding down a road, dodging cars that seem to have an uneven understanding of the need to share the road.   Then, suddenly, with little fanfare, there is a nicely paved section, with bike lanes.  Then, suddenly, with no warning, the lanes end.

What the hell?

Which genius in planning thinks that this is in any way useful?  What, are we supposed to walk until we get to a bike-laned area, then ride, then walk?

The worst part about all of this is the message it sends to drivers.  I don’t mind riding on the road without lanes.  No worries; I think that the more cyclists who do that, the more drivers will realize that we need to share the road.  Or at least they’ll get used to us.  But with bike lanes unstrategically placed along parts of roads, the suggestion is that this area is where bikes are permitted to be, but other areas are not for cyclists.  You then get very un-bike-friendly behaviour from drivers, like driving too close, or moving over right after passing a bike, so that, when the car slows down, the bike is edged into that lovely part of the edge of the road full of grit and broken glass.  Nice.

Of course, it’s not just random drivers.  Every time a cyclist rides on the sidewalk (coward) they are reinforcing the idea that the roads are for cars.  They are also endangering pedestrians.

The ironic other problem is that planners seem to like to make planning changes appear to be about pitting cyclists against pedestrians.  They argue that you either have good sized sidewalks, for people including those in those little electric scooters, or you have bike lanes.  To have anything else, the implication is, would be to limit the size of car lanes, and that, of course, would be the first step towards anarchy.

It’s a car-centred approach to planning.  This is the heart of the problem.  As long as planning is car-centred, the safest and easiest option will be the car.  As long as the safest and easiest option will be the car, development will continue to spread, because getting a mile away is not a big deal when you have a car.  Hospitals, arenas, other facilities that should be accessible to everyone, will be accessible only to the people who have cars.  John Stuart Mill referred to this sort of thinking as the “tyranny of the majority.”  Those without such access, are left out completely.  Usually, these people are of lower income, who normally would need to access the publicly-funded facilities (because they can’t afford private ones).

Rant over.

More anatomical jokes

In Uncategorized on November 1, 2009 at 4:12 pm

In my research on the LCBO’s regulation of hotels, occasionally I’d come across some foul language.  But for the most part, it was all sanitized bureaucratic terminology.  You’d rarely hear racier material, and it worked for me.

Combined with a naive belief that my grandparents lived in a world with more propriety and cleaner minds, I’d be scandalized when I came across the rare example of words like “fuck, shit, cunt” etc.  They were used pretty much the same way then as now, but actually often in often more violent and in some ways scandalous ways.  For example, a mock playlist from a hotel party (which was censured by the LCBO) included a song to be performed by Ivan Ripertitzoff.  Or something like that.

Nevertheless, I remained naive; while knowing humans are humans, and we are all motivated by a selection of baser instincts, I thought that there was a decided divide between the underworld crude, and the respectable clean.

Oh, I’m still so naive.  A friend posted the following link, to a very nice little dittie from 1931.  I believe it is genuine, and well, just listen and you’ll see.

My favourite part is the rather refined Cole Porteresque voice of the singer.  Then it sort of gets raunchy at the end (is he channeling black jazz singers at that point, characterized as more sexual and animalistic in contemporary racial discourse? Who knows.)  My mind cannot stop analyzing, but the song’s still fun.