Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Harvard is Overrated, or, Why I'm Glad I Studied Here...

As an institution, the university is the result of the intellectual triumph of the west in the aftermath of the so-called Dark Ages. The university then was not just a place of training (there were many such training and licensing institutions in the wider world, from the administrative training schools in China to Al Azhar in Egypt), but a community of scholars and masters whose goal was not just to license new masters as per the guilds of the age, but to learn for the sake of learning and to pass these cultural gifts down to the next generation.

The university as an institution faced many shifts, but had always maintained its integrity as an institution of learning and culture. While the shift of focus from philosophy and the arts to the hard sciences as precipitated in the 18th and 19th centuries seemed like it would sidetrack the university as a place where one learns of culture and the humanities, it only resulted in universities further segregating the two tiers of undergraduate and graduate programs, with the implicit understanding that the students need first be formed as human beings and citizens before they withdraw into the heart of academia to dedicate their lives to research and the pursuit of knowledge.

The perceived destruction of the university as an institute of learning and culture did not come with August Comte and his new scientific religion. It came first with Dewey and his philosophy of educational pragmatism, which turned the university into a diploma mill, and was followed closely by J. Hendrix, the Beatles, hippies, and that gigantic miasma known culturally as "the 60's".

It was a civilization-wide phenomenon that destroyed university learning in the West, from Europe to the US. The rise of "vocationalism" certainly meant that we now have stricter, better development programs for the professions: medicine, law, business and the hard sciences. However, it meant that the university has been reduced to training center and licensing authority. The profound learning of what constitutes the human condition all but atrophied, and eventually disappeared. The 60's had questioned learning right out of existence, most magnificently concretized by the student riots of 1968. (A curse on that decade and its malcontents!)

The result is that when it came to the liberal arts and the humanities, the culture by which Western civilization propagates itself, the university all but gave up.

Today a young person does not generally go off to the university with the expectation of having an intellectual adventure, of discovering strange new worlds, of finding out what the comprehensive truth about man is. This is partly because he thinks he already knows, partly because he thinks such truth unavailable. And the university does not try to persuade him that he is coming to it for the purpose of being liberally educated, at least in any meaningful sense of the term — to study how to be free, to be able to think for himself. The university has no vision, no view of what a human being must know in order to be considered educated. Its general purpose is lost amid the incoherent variety of special purposes that have accreted within it. Such a general purpose may be vague and undemonstrable, but for just this reason it requires the most study. The meaning of life is unclear, but that is why we must spend our lives clarifying it rather than letting the question go. The university's function is to remind students of the importance and urgency of the question and give them the means to pursue it. Universities do have other responsibilities, but this should be their highest priority.

- Alan Bloom, Our Listless Universities

What we have now are universities so hollowed out of human substance that they replace virtue with knowledge. Welcome to the modern "research" university, where the community of scholars of old hold no interest in passing on knowledge, but in merely gorging in its pursuit. Chief of these is the #1 university in the world, Harvard University, a research university par excellance.

A simple overview of the methodology of ranking universities already makes clear this egregious surrender of the university's greatest responsiblity. The greatest weight is placed, not in learning, but in what other researchers have to say about said university. The rest of the criteria only reinforce the notion of the university as a distributor of diplomas and licenses, with the wider and more diverse disbursment of licenses as an apparent condition for excellence.

But what galls about Harvard is that it was supposed to be the best. And what is the best university in the world up to?

If you want to learn about modern Czech fantasy novels, Harvard is an excellent place to be. The same goes if you want to study women writers from the Caribbean or elementary particle physics (where the particles, not the physics, are elementary). But where should you go if you want to become an educated person? What fun Socrates would have had at Harvard, the supposedly preeminent educational institution in the world.
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Harvard began as a school for Puritan settlers in the New World, meant to ensure that ministers were literate and somewhat learned; it has since grown into a world-renowned research university. Its professors are scholarly specialists whose interests have little to do with those of most students. Not that its undergraduates are particularly concerned about getting an education. Many treat college as one more rung on the ladder, and they inevitably have time-consuming extracurricular pursuits. Some indeed are academics in the making, yet, as can be seen from their professors, this has little to do with being well educated. So Harvard College ends up being little more than a collection of specialized, expert professors who lecture to, but otherwise try not to interfere with, their ambitious, talented students—a generalization, to be sure, to which there are numerous exceptions, but it is true enough.

Maximilian Pakaluk, Without the Point

Here's more:

Academic prestige is based mostly on the research achievements of the faculty. Places like Harvard or Stanford have many professors who are among the leading experts in their respective fields, including some who have won Nobel Prizes.

Good for them. But is it good for you, if you are a student at Prestige U.?

Big-name professors are unlikely to be teaching you freshman English or introductory math. Some may not be teaching you anything at all, unless and until you go on to postgraduate study.

In other words, the people who generated the prestige which attracted you to the college may be seen walking about the campus but are less likely to be seen standing in front of your classroom when you begin your college education.
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By contrast, at a small college without the prestige of big-name research universities, the introductory courses which provide a foundation for higher courses are more likely to be taught by experienced professors who are teachers more so than researchers.


Thomas Sowell, Choose Wisely

This is a betrayal of learning on a massive scale. So many great institutions have gained their funding and their government grants, but sold their souls in the process. Whoever coined the phrase, "money is the root of all evil" was wrong, but he would be excused if it was universities he had in mind. A university may live or die on research, but it is not a university if it cannot teach. One might as well just call it a scholar's union, or a training center, but it is not a university.

Some people are slowly beginning to recognize this phenomenon, where education gets in the way of learning, as Mark Twain once put it. So, what are they doing?

They're going elsewhere.

What else can they do?

This is why I am glad I stayed here to study. Here, the decay is slower, and I still see professors and scholars of great reknown taking the time to teach and form the next generation to the best of their ability. Some are great teachers, like Dr. Dumol of UA&P. Some may not be the greatest teachers. I've heard horror stories about Fr. Arcilla from Ateneo University, who seems to be the dullest teacher this side of living despite being one of the best scholars in his field. But what inspires me is that they are compelled, still, to form the culture around them and to imbue their students with the knowledge of what it means to be human. They carry the spirit of those masters of the Middle Ages, when all the world was young, driven to shine the light over every mind seeking in the dark. More so than their colleagues up in the so-called greatest "universities" in the world.

I suppose it is ironic that the light of the humanities shines stronger in the margins than in their once-vaunted center.

Monday, December 8, 2008

The Passing of Orthodox Patriarch Alexei II

Three days ago, the long-reigning Patriarch of the Russian Orthodox Church passed away. By all accounts, he was a great leader, whose restoration of Russian Orthodoxy to a prominent place in what was once an officially atheist society is nothing short of awe-inspiring. Would that the Faith be granted so many giants. He will be rightly mourned by his people, especially now that the effects of the long night of Communist atheism still linger. Dostoevsky and Solzhenitsyn would've approved.

However, what does it mean for Christians of the West? (And for all our folk Catholicism, we are Christians of the West.)

It means the renewal of an ancient hope that has never been more of a whisper since the atrocities of 1204. Yes, we are talking about hurts almost a millennium old. But much progress has been made towards reconciliation. In 1975, the mutual anathemas of 1054 issued by an irate Patriarch of Constantinople and an irate papal legate were lifted. Pope John Paul II and Patriarch Bartholomew of Constantinople have been constantly working towards unity, and for a while, it seemed like the dream could become a reality. Sure, obstacles remained, but none that could not be overcome with theological dialogue (filioqua, filioque, anyone?) and prudent political maneuvering. There was only one real, immovable obstacle.

That was Alexei II.

Here's to hoping that dialogue will move forward with a new man on the Russian Orthodox helm. Especially since the man touted as the next patriarch is more receptive to dialogue with Rome.

Maybe the dream can move beyond a whisper. Maybe we can utter it now...a unified ancient Christendom! What a weapon to bring to bear in an age filled with so many enemies. And, how wonderful a sign for the age, with a Church breathing with both lungs East and West.

Requiscat in Pace, Patriarch. Ora pro nobis.



"Conservative" Morons #1

What's the problem with secularists? They're more allergic to any hint of religion in the public square than a vampire to a crucifix.

Here's one of those avante-garde secular dumbass Republicans who, despite all evidence to the contrary, still thinks its the pro-life, pro-marriage Christian wing of the party that lost them the elections.

How about social conservatives make their arguments without bringing God into it? By all means, let faith inform one’s values, but let reason inform one’s public arguments.

Listen, you dumb blonde, when was the last time you've heard a prominent social conservative cap off a pro-life argument with "because God says so in verse and chapter blah blah"? Social conservatives have not been using arguments from revelation for the last fifty years, mostly for the sake of pathetic idiots like you. Pro-life and pro-marriage arguments have been made in public based on both hard and soft science, with philosophy where necessary. Social conservatives haven't been "oogedy-boogedy" since Barry Goldwater ran! John McCain, the most secular Republican candidate since Nixon, lost the US election in large part due to his being whipped by Obama with the God talk. He couldn't even say "pro-life" without twitching. He's your guy, and he lost, so don't blame it on the only wing of the conservative movement who's had any success lately.

Oh, and oogedy-boogedy this...


Sunday, December 7, 2008

The Meme With No Name

Thanks to X for forwarding the question (answer?) key for the meme with no name. Now, let's see how interesting this list will look without questions.

1. Athena Tibi
2. Ray Reyes
3. Ferdinand of Aragon, but if someone alive, then either Juan Carlos I or Tao Ruspoli
4. Annabelle Guillermo
5. Wanwan Rapisora
6. Vicky Haynes, Dan Miranda
7. Gabby Reyes, Anna Bernal
8. Jose Custodio
9. Thomas Sowell, if someone realistic, then Clem Camposano
10. Aissa Ereñeta (umm...yeah)
11. Jam Magno
12. Ashley Skead
13. in every way, good, bad and ugly, Steph Sol
14. AG de Mesa / JV Ramos
15. Kaye Matriano
16. Monica Ang
17. TJ Aguirre
18. Athena Tibi / C.O. (forgot the last name)
19. Roma Pilar, Joem Antonio, Ronnie Balbieran
20. Ian Amane, X Vallez, Joem Antonio, Cesca Tan
21. Vida Gruet, Aissa Ereñeta, Joao Atienza, JV Ramos
22. Bok Gil, AG de Mesa
23. Wanwan Rapisora, Sophia Marco, Whoever is Holy Roman Emperor (c)
24. Manny Pacquiao
25. Ian Amane, Ray Reyes, Steph Sol
26. Reyaine Mendoza (I can pretend to be a Sandra Day O'Connor fan...), Olivia Wilde
27. Boogie Mortel
28. Joem Antonio, Vida Gruet, Ronnie Balbieran
29. A widowed Olivia Wilde (Fuck PETA!)
30. What is the sound of one hand clapping? A Meme with no Questions.

Looking back at the list, it looks like something compiled by either a hitman or a private investigator, with irrelevant side comments.

This thing should really come with questions revealed. How is this hitlist interesting apart from them? Hmmm....

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Its a Strange World: 10 Bizarre Things I've Encountered the Last 2 Weeks

In no particular order:

1. During the school's Eucharistic Procession, I saw some random stranger be let in, while students were kept from going out. I'm no pro, but doesn't security involve keeping people out, instead of keeping people in? There's only one place I know that uses that security scheme on adults.*


They must be having a Eucharistic Procession too...

2. I saw a pro-contraception ("safe sex", whatever that is) party hosted by two candidates for the Darwin Awards. Natural selection at work?

Girl Host: So, you're a medical practitioner? Tell me, what does AIDS stand for?
Raffle Winner: Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome
Girl Host: Very good! You know about AIDS! May you have more clients in the future.
Guy Host: Yes!
Audience: [Inwardly Groaning]
Me: Morons....

3. After said party, I was out with my buddies when Iza Calzado walks by. Just behind her, I saw some douchebag walking two paces back stare at me, point at her and give me the "like my piece of poontang?" thumbs up. As I walk out, I see that the douche master is actually unaffiliated with the lovely Ms. Calzado.


No douchebags attached...for now...

4. I saw a five-minute atheist. Unbelief makes a brief, awkward cameo.

5. I've also seen a student-repellent teacher. Bok has been slated to give the Bodega writing lecture for three straight sessions now, but the newbies he was supposed to lecture to never showed. I thought it was just coincidence, until earlier today when Bok left, we decided to have someone else lecture next session. Two newbies promptly showed up, very late, but with perfect comic timing. Sorry, Bok McFly. He he he...

6. I heard a student ( a fairly young one) call me by my nickname. I suppose I should get used to it for now, but it still seemed surreal.

7. I watched a British actor playing an American character in an American TV series deliver a trademark British joke. Its kinda like the Downey Jr. / Lazarus "I'm a dude playing a dude disguised as another dude!"

House: What else floats on water?
[Silence.]
House: The correct answer is...a duck.

8. I saw a meme with no questions. It's kinda weird. What makes a meme interesting is the responses various people have to questions posed over a wide array of respondents for comparison. The responses are mere phrase collections without the questions to give them context. As far as I can tell, it looks like a meme asking for a random list of names. Could be asking for a guy's rape list for all I know.

9. I heard teen girls squealing over a "vampire" movie with no discernible vampires.


Guy: Seen any vampires around here?
Girl: I've seen a sparkly fag. Does that count? No? Then, I haven't seen any.

10. I just heard "Animal Farm" translated as "Hacienda Animal". (Animal Property?) Now, I understand that some translation work is tricky. However, I question the prudence and translating chops of any translator who did not consider for even a second that translating a classic like "Animal Farm" into "Hacienda Animal" will invoke images of sweaty Mexican couples rolling in the hay. That is, after being kidnapped, lied to or having acid thrown on their faces before a bout of amnesia, etc. etc.


Self-Proclaimed Dramaturg Presents..."Hacienda Animal"...


Bluebell: I want puppies, Jess...
Jess: What if Napoleon finds out, mi amor? Dios mio, he might take our little perritos...
Bluebell: But what about our love?

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* Disclaimer: Jonathan Wolfe's opinions are not necessarily Jonathan Guillermo's...




Friday, December 5, 2008

Thomas More Redux

It seems that, just when you thought that democracies have made monarchies irrelevant, along comes an aristocrat whose actions make you think again.

I present as a case in point, the Grand Duke Henri of Luxembourg, a man who lost his last vestige of actual power in his government through a great act of conscience. The Parliament of Luxembourg stripped him and his descendants of his executive veto because, in an unprecedented act of defiance, he vetoed a euthanasia law. The law was pushed for by Prime Minister Juncker (an EU shill), in opposition to his own party. The law passed narrowly, but the Grand Duke vetoed it for "reasons of conscience". As a reward for this moral act, Parliament under Juncker will strip him of his veto power.


Left: Thomas More, Right: Thomas "Craven" Cromwell

Personally, I believe that democracy is government only for virtuous people, for only a virtuous people can prevent the abuse of power that comes with what is essentially representative mob rule. Where the people are not virtuous, they ought to be ruled by a virtuous monarch. Or, they ought to be ruled by a tyrant, and both evil people and evil ruler will do justice to each other.

God bless the Grand Duke. It says a lot about our times wherein we have singular monarchs or aristocrats more virtuous than all of "the people" (or their representatives) that we so revere in our contemporary political literature. Here is a ruler who thought, "it benefits no man to gain the world but lose his soul in the process...but for Luxembourg?" 

Plus ultra! May more monarchs shame "the people" of our times and their pretensions to virtue! Unfortunately, one need only look at our sins to see a people crying out to be ruled with an iron fist. I only pray that the wielder of such a fist has a conscience like this Duke's.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

3rd Place Essay, Advocates for Youth 5th Annual Essay-Writing Contest

Here's my piece, as promised.

A Letter About the Day After
Dear Lonely Teenager,

    You’ve laid eyes on that special someone, that other half of your soul, while eating in the cafeteria, or riding on the MRT. You muster up the courage to take the first step. You talk, you hang out, and slowly but surely, to the tune of soft montage music, you’re falling in love. But, your love is forbidden. Maybe your parents are strict, conservative, church-going dinosaurs who frown on you having “relations”. Maybe the two of you are of the same sex. Maybe you’re ugly, fat and lower middle-class while she’s pretty, sexy and rich. No matter, no taboo is going to hold back your love! Love conquers all! You defy the world, tell her that you love her, and for some inexplicable, scripted, movie-logic sort of reason, she says yes. Then, the two of you tumble into bed. Your personal journey of sexual self-discovery is complete. All in two hours.

    Here is where those fickle story-tellers yell “cut!” They tell you that “love” is the end of all things, and that “love” has no purer ecstatic manifestation than sex.  Here’s what they don’t tell you. Let’s assume that it all turned out like the movies. Your personal journey of sexual self-discovery ends after about three minutes of writhing around in the dark. (An hour longer if you’re lesbian.) Now comes the real world. You used no prophylactic last night, since you couldn’t really think of putting that blasted rubber on, what with all the heady romance of the moment. After all, there’s nothing romantic about treating sex like a surgical procedure or a crime scene investigation. Does she have an STD? (Much greater chance if “she” is a “he” and so are you.) She can’t! Love conquers all, right? Then, the pain and the itching start. If you’re a guy and your girl was as pure as driven snow, you’re still not out of the woods. Four months later, you get a call. Congratulations, you’re a dad! Nine months after the fact, you’re forced to become a man in a boy’s body. If you chose to have her abort, then you won’t become a man at all, you pussy.

    But, what if you’re both girls? No STD’s, no pregnancy, no problems, right? Life’s still a fairytale. That is, until you finally realize why instances of domestic violence occur in higher rates among lesbians (and gays) than in the general population. You also discover that you’re liberal parents cry at night because you’re never going to give them grandkids. Way to make you and everybody around you happy, champ. After surviving all that, you get your little moral victory, until you discover your “life partner” in bed with your best girlfriend. It’s a small community. 

    Okay, so you might think that these are just the horror stories. Fine, let’s pretend that everything turned out alright. The two of you have a disease-free relationship. What now? The annoying habits movies leave out pile up, and sex becomes the only thing keeping you together. That’s a lot of pressure on a three-minute exercise (longer for lesbians).    You try new things, but for how long? Once even auto-erotic asphyxiation gets old, what now? You break up.

    The movies lie. It’s no fun watching your dreams crushed and your heart torn out. After your fairy-tale romance, you’ll feel like a used up condom, even if you did use condoms. You’ll be kicking yourself so hard for giving everything to that bitch (they’re all bitches after a break-up), and you didn’t even get a stupid T-shirt for it. What have you learned then?

    Love is not sex. Love is not even an emotional high. Love is an act of the will. Just ask the old man caring for his Alzheimer’s wife. True love is when you are able to force yourself to love the person you wake up next to, even if she now looks like your Mom and the magic’s all gone. You can’t do that while as a care-free teenager, or as a brash career achiever still nursing his fragile ego. You have to grow up. Sex is part of that process. If you take the time to build a relationship before bumping uglies, you’ll find that it is much more satisfying because there is no pressure on the act at all. What will keep you together is not the sex, but each other. You’ll find that this is doubly-enhanced when the protection you put on is not some rubber CSI dick glove, but a wedding ring, for the ring protects by binding the two of you together and not by shielding you from each other with a thin rubber layer. The sex may eventually disappear, but love never gets old.

                                                                                                          Sincerely,
                                                                                                          Jaded Yuppie
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Now that I read it again, I realize that it does look like its been put together in just an hour. The ideas are not very organized. I think it only won based on style, and the need for a token voice for abstinence. The other two who came above me seemed to have essays that delved into the topic more closely. The winning one even had the theme in its title...

Anyway, I'm just glad it won something.