Posts Tagged ‘university’

‘Utopias’ is back!

Thursday, January 14th, 2010

I must admit to a mild and nagging dissatisfaction resulting from my life as an undergraduate. True to form, I went to university with wildly high expectations; I was anticipating some kind of oasis of informed debate about all sorts of interesting things, but the reality was that most people were more concerned with last night’s ’shennanigans’ in Ziggy’s nightclub than discussing divisive aspects of historiography. Naive of me to begin with such outrageously elevated hopes, I’ll admit. Meanwhile, the university itself was frequently guilty of treating its students as customers from which to make profit than as their greatest potential asset.

However, I took one module at university which did live up to my expectations, and allowed me a taste of the fervent discussion I had hoped for. This module focussed on the juicy topic of utopia. What can be more strikingly interesting than historical and philosophical reflection on the quest for an ideal society? Not much, I would argue. The debate was massively encouraged by the blog which was set up by Sarah Rees Jones, the creator of the module, for precisely that purpose – and it was to my great surprise that I received an email today asking me to take part in the 2010 version. Anybody who knows me well may well have heard me singing the praises of this course of study, and there are many reasons I remain grateful to Sarah for creating it.

A look around the room I am currently sat in (my bedroom in Cambridge), reveals a collection of William Morris patterns attached to the wall above the fireplace, and a book of his patterns on the mantlepiece itself. The bookshelves to the left are swollen with the books from the module itself, but predominantly with all of the philosophy books I have enjoyed since my appreciation for philosophy was ignited during the Utopias module. William Morris’s presence is bolstered by a battered old copy of his utopian novel News From Nowhere (amusingly priced with extra ‘war costs’ of 1/8) and a large biography of his life.

I have often reflected slightly warily on the nature of a history degree from the University of York. The experiences of some of my co-historians made them feel that the academic staff didn’t have much time for mere undergraduates, although I think these lecturers must have been in the minority. I will always be keen to assert that a couple of individuals should undoubtedly be exempt from such criticisms. Namely, my then-supervisor John Cooper (who endured some of the implications of my suffering from severe depression during my first year of university), and Sarah Rees Jones. Sarah has that rare talent for being able to respect others’ opinions even if she is inclined to disagree with them.

Sarah, with something of the humility she always displayed, seems reluctant to believe that I intended to send an email expressing my gratitude to her for creating this module in the first place. This is not surprising – so few people ever thank others for their efforts, so why would I do so two years after I studied a module which she created? The least I can do is a blog post whilst I sit back and look forward to hearing interesting new discussions.

All hail Zotero

Saturday, September 26th, 2009

Here’s another nerdy post. This time, I’m raving about an ingenious Firefox plugin called Zotero. Anybody who has completed an arts degree will know about the considerable pain caused by references and bibliographies, which vary widely in style and are easy(ish) to cock-up.

Zotero removes that excuse from the portfolio. Basically, you can input the details of any source, and it can output (in any chosen style) the references for you automatically. Better still, you can install an MS Word or Open-Office plug-in which helps it to auto-generate the bibliography from the citations you ask it to put in.

It is amazing, and means that when you’re writing an essay, you can actually concentrate on the important stuff. It can do a lot more than this besides, but the referencing thing is clever enough.

University Closing Credits

Sunday, June 22nd, 2008

To get to the end of my degree, and be in the situation where I’ll be awarded a certificate in a couple of weeks, marks the end of a rather long and (at times) tricky journey which I didn’t necessarily believe I’d complete. I’ve got a lot of people who I need to thank for their part in helping me get to this stage, without whose support I would have struggled greatly, had a less rewarding time, or folded completely.

Here’s how we’re going to do this. First I’ll thank the people from my first year who deserve a mention. Then the great individuals I met in second year and third year. Then I’ll express my gratitude to the people who have been putting up with me the whole time. I’m aware that this all sounds egotistical and over the top, but I’m just trying to let everyone know how much I have valued their help.

First Year.

Jeez. First year was tough. I’m still surprised first year wasn’t my only year at university. This lot all kept me sane during my first year at uni:

Rachel Gilmour and Sarah Rendell: for being kind and caring and listening to me whilst I was in the depths of a depressing time. I guess you guys are just kinda different to me, and that’s why things went a little funky in second year. Thanks for all of the good times though. Rod James, Jamie Clayton, and Ben Pahari: you guys were always different to me. I always knew that, but you introduced me to so many things. My music taste is all over the place these days, and it has been ever since I lived with you all. We might not have had a massively deep friendship with each other, but I did have some awesome times hanging out with you all. Andy Starling: not just for introducing me to 80s cheese, but for being funny, loyal, and generally awesome. Living next to you in first year was pretty darn lucky for me. Powerhouse. Natalie Wilson: for loyalty when I needed it.

Second Year.

Second year was an interesting one, that’s for sure. I met some people this year who, again, I’m so lucky to have got to know.

Sarah Clark: for lots of moral support and interesting times. Mike Robinson: for being a chilled out dude. Emma Newberry: for being such a caring an awesome person to have randomly become friends with. It’s been a privilege. Simon Jones: for being generally amusing. Claire Egerton: not just for being from Essex, but also for saying hi and having nice unplanned chats with. Nick Hudson: for being certifiably insane, and equally loving towards that fat man Mike Sherry.

Third year.

Third year was my best at university. I know I did it all the wrong way round, but I socialised a heck of a lot more and cared about my degree a heck of a lot less during my final year. I was fairly happy in second year, but the past three terms have just been terrific.

The most important thanks go to the ‘East Is A Career’ seminar group. I’m so grateful that I’ve got to know you all, and I’ve never felt part of a group quite the way I have with you guys. I appreciate your friendship tremendously. So, thanks to… Chris Swann: one of the most well-meaning and funniest individuals you’ll ever be lucky enough to meet. Mike Sherry: who is so genuinely nice, but a little insane also. Mike, you should never change. You’re an awesome guy. Mel Ewbank: who I hope to see down in Cambridge next year. Becky Kemp: who is simply kempilicious. Alex Birbeck: for all the great conversation, nice hugs, and funny looks aimed in my direction. Dorian Taylor: for being ever so slightly crazy. Aggy Osina: who is my favourite Polish person of all time. Nick Wright: who under the chauvinist facade is a big softy who we all think is great. Toby Smith: who I not only hold in the highest regard on a personal level, but am lucky enough to work with on a little business venture at the moment. Toby, the most intellectually satisfying conversations I’ve ever had took place over a pint with you. Lucy Simpson: who I’ve come to love ever so much. A man couldn’t wish for a better girlfriend than you. You are absolutely amazing.

Other thanks go to… Dr. Sarah Rees-Jones: for running an amazing module on Utopias, being wonderfully down to earth and funny, and introducing me to some of the best books I have ever read. Clare Vaughan and Becky Lawton: for being so easy to live with, which is no small compliment. Marie Kock, for being so damn lovely. Jen Young: for being hilarious, and for being great to hang out with. And for putting up with a slight drunken incident, which I ought not remind you of. Maria Leach: for being one of the most pleasant individuals in existence. Thanks for all of the random conversations we’ve had bumping into each other in the Somerfield locality. Steve Morley: for being a reasonable landlord. The house is falling down rather, but if things became broken they got fixed. Most landlords at university seem to treat students with contempt but Mr. M has been better than that. Charlotte, Kiara, Maria Humphrey, and Katy Taylor, for being absolutely brilliant work colleagues who made it much more worthwhile to turn up to work each day.

The whole shebang…

Some people have had to put up with me the whole way, bless ‘em. I can’t express quite enough how indebted I am to the following people:

Mum and Dad: You two know better than anyone how hard I’ve found this, and both of you were so good to me when I needed a lot of help. From the start you made sure that I wouldn’t have to live through university in an overdraft, and when I got in a personal rut, you were so patient and caring. I couldn’t ask for a better set of parents than you. Mum, you’re the fountain of all knowledge, and Dad, you’re the best male role-model a son could hope to have. I love you both. Max: for being such a principled person and good brother. Nana Fayers: For many a great conversation every Sunday afternoon, and for all of the unconditional love, support and understanding which you’ve given me ever since 31st July 1987. It’s an honour to be your grandson; I think the world of you, and care about you more than words can properly demonstrate. Nana and Grandad Girling: You’ve both made sure that I’ve had some money to spend how I wish at uni each year, meaning that I couldn’t complain about not having enough money to go for a pint. Even though you’re hopeless at pool Grandad (only kidding), it’s been brilliant to play you each time I come home from York. You’re brilliant grandparents to have. Elana: for making me laugh all the time, and for generally being a bit of a monkey. Tanya: for being the perfect aunt.

Lou Shirley: for coming out of nowhere and being a godsend of a friend who helped me through the darkest time of my life, and showing exactly what a real friend was like just when I needed one. I hope you know how much I feel indebted to your kind and considerate self. Prasan Modasia, Chris Donnelly and Huw Edwards: for staying in touch, and being supportive mates and decent gentlemen.

Emma Dickey: You’ve gone through a lot yourself at uni, and the way you deal with life always provides an inspiration for me. You supported me so much in first year, and I’ve always felt like I’ve had a deep and caring friendship with you. You deserve to be so happy. You’re fantastic. Hannah Furnival and Becky Vanderkar. I can’t thank the two of you enough. I’ve had so many great times with you guys at uni, and I’m so lucky to be able to count people as cool as you two as friends of mine. You’ve both given me so much support whilst I’ve been at uni, and you should know that you can call on me if you need me. You’re both such genuinely good people, and I know you’ll have great lives. Magdalen Pickering, Harry Jones, and Mark Withers. You three are such good examples of how nice some people can be. Mags, you’re my favourite person from Bolton ever, and such a good person. Harry and Mark, if all men were as decent as you, the world would be a much better place. Andrew Rixon: for always being a charming and decent fellow to talk to. Becky Griffin: one of the most hilarious and cynical historians I met on the course, and a brilliant person to know throughout. You’re fantastic. Enjoy having your surname for just one more month or so!

And finally… Dr. John Cooper, my supervisor at university, who actually had time for me and gave me patience and encouragement through a really tough time, and has been so reliable the whole time.

You see, it takes more than one man to get a degree. Thanks for everything, everyone! That’s all folks!

Chris Swann is a Massive Bummer

Sunday, June 8th, 2008

You’ll understand if you know him, but Chris Swann is a massive bummer. Chris Swann, the ulstro-boliviano madman from the University of York. That Chris Swann. I mean him. He’s a massive bummer. And that’s that.

Chris Swann

Academic Burnout

Tuesday, May 27th, 2008

So, a mere 14% of my degree remains, and it takes place in the form of a 5000 word essay to be submitted in two days. That sounds good, but I just can’t write the bloody thing. Neither can the rest of my seminar group who are faced with this arduous task. The reason for this is quite simple. Three consecutive years in which your primary job is to write history essays and read tedious academic pedantry makes you somewhat fed up. I’m just about going to crawl across the finish line, sick to my teeth of writing about trivial matters from history, and pretending that finding the ‘correct’ conclusion to such a problem is the most important thing in the world. Grrr. I can’t wait til it’s out of the way.

An Illusion of Anonymity

Monday, April 28th, 2008

Sometimes in films a woman and her children, or a Mafia snitch, are relocated on witness protection programmes. Often, and again I stress in films, the big nasty man (or men) that they have been relocated from easily hunt them down and turn them into what Yosemite Sam would only describe as smithereens. The anonymity which they thought they enjoyed proved, ultimately, to be a pointless illusion.

Now, the way in which anonymity is provided for assessed essay and exam entrants at the University of York is even more pointless than that. Everyone has their own examination number, which is attached to all work which counts towards the final degree mark. This examination number, in theory, seems to protect the candidate from the dangers of biased marking.

Seriously though, it is completely useless. The examination number is only there for preventing deliberate use of bias when marking the paper (as well as serving an administrative function), but in the only cases where anonymity would be needed, the system is completely futile. Take my dissertation for example. It doesn’t even get my examination number attached to it – it has a further ‘anonymous’ code. However, one of the people marking the paper will have been the academic who supervised my writing of it. No-one else will have written a paper with this title, or on this subject matter, plus he’s read the draft. It’s pretty obvious that I wrote it. Likewise for everyone else submitting work. As for the other internal marker, there has been a named list of our dissertation titles in the foyer for weeks now! So, suppose that in the unlikely but not unprecedented incidence that an academic truly dislikes you (or favours another), it is blatantly possible for them to act on their emotions.

Likewise for other exams. If it isn’t already apparent from the writing style of the entrant, the marker can often deduce who wrote certain papers anyway. Anyone is more likely to have pronounced views on someone if they have had to interact with them more often. If a person has thus done two modules under the same lecturer, the lecturer knows that only one (or two to three) of the examination numbers will recur from one module to another. Again, it is pretty obvious to tell who is writing, and use personal criteria to mark an exam. Guess I just have to hope I haven’t rubbed anyone up the wrong way.

Honestly, what pray tell is the point of those examination numbers?

‘An ad captandum blog entry which will probably lead to ad hominem rebuttals’ OR ‘Academic jargon: it must go.’

Sunday, April 27th, 2008

I’m almost at the end of my degree, and I’m tiring of academia. I’m tiring of the fact that each essay I write is supposed to be argued as if it’s of pressing importance to the world. I’m tiring of a system where my essays are marked subjectively by a group of individuals who believe fervently in an objective truth, many of them seeming unaware of the subjectivity of the criteria they are marking it on. But, most of all, I’m tiring of the academic convention which seems to dictate how a lot of articles are written.

This most often takes the form of using latin phrases instead of certain English ones which contain the same amount of words. Ipso facto, A priori, and tabula rasa are examples which particularly invoke my ire. It often happens as well when the whole text of an academic is rendered (often deliberately) incomprehensible by their usage of English words which (they know) you will have to look up in a dictionary. Even worse still, some academics place paragraphs of French or German quotes in their work, without translating them for the readership, who no doubt don’t all speak those languages! The whole time, there are phrases in more popular and common usage, which take up almost the same amount of words, and mean the same thing, that would serve as much more understandable alternatives. But of course, being understandable was never the aim of the writing.

Many academics seem to think that they can demonstrate the irresistible truth and profoundness of their arguments by confusing you with the language they use. Why? Firstly, they think it justifies why they are the expert and you’re not. You think ‘this is so complicated, I can see why I’m reading their book on the matter and not the other way round’. Secondly, because they think it immunises their arguments against criticism. With deliberate verbosity and elusive language, you can’t actually get a hold on what you are criticising. Well, it doesn’t impress me. If a writer cannot express a complex argument concisely and clearly, then that is their problem and not mine.

I will refrain from criticising particular academics in this instance. It doesn’t matter who does it exactly. If you do an arts degree, you will doubtless know what I’m talking about. It happens all over the place anyway, not just in academic material. All that matters is that I, and others too, refuse to acknowledge the supposed ingenuity of completely incomprehensible (but probably reasonable underneath) arguments. I will speak in favour of Stephen Hawking, who, in A Briefer History of Time manages to condense some core, and complicated, principles of physics into a book which people can read and understand. This kind of writing I am wholeheartedly in favour of.

A reason that this irritates me so much is the fact that this kind of language has been criticised before. George Orwell argued clearly and effectively against this kind of stuff in ‘Politics and The English Language’ (1946):

“The writer either has a meaning and cannot express it, or he inadvertently says something else, or he is almost indifferent as to whether his words mean anything or not. This mixture of vagueness and sheer incompetence is the most marked characteristic of modern English prose, and especially of any kind of political writing. As soon as certain topics are raised, the concrete melts into the abstract and no one seems able to think of turns of speech that are not hackneyed: prose consists less and less of words chosen for the sake of their meaning, and more and more of phrases tacked together like the sections of a prefabricated hen-house.”

He then labels the kind of Latin jargon that I’m talking about under a category called ‘pretentious diction’. Now, he objects to words even like ‘individual’ instead of ‘person’, and I’ve used the word individual in this post. He wouldn’t uniformly agree with what I’m saying, but then again, he used the word ‘diction’, so everybody is capable of this language. He does object to a couple of the Latin phrases I picked out below, and I only found this out after I wrote that bit of this post. George Orwell was known for his plain and effective (but obviously contentious) prose, and in a way, I would like to do the same. Bit grand eh? Point is, even though one is aware of the flaws of his argument, it has not really taken from the prestige or astuteness that one might attach to them. All academic text should aspire to this. Let your argument be criticised – leaving your argument open to criticism demonstrates you have confidence in it. Still, sixty years on, people have mostly ignored this argument.

Now, I should explain my awareness that there are sometimes Latin phrases which have come in to such a common English usage that translating them each time would be verbose, and confusing. For example, you all know what is meant by status quo, postmortem, alter ego and so on. It is more concise and understandable to use these phrases than their English translation. Language is, of course, constantly evolving, and paradoxically the difficulty with using the phrases I particularly object to would reduce if more people used them. However, whilst there exists a set of concise English phrases and words that are more readily understood, I don’t see any reason to undergo this change.

Also, I should acknowledge that academics are not the only social group prone to using unnecessary jargon. The phrase ‘corporate jargon’ won’t be unfamiliar. I must confess to shirking somewhat when my dad, officially world’s best accountant / management consultant, used the phrase ‘version control’. Apparently this just means which draft of the document is being referred to. He said “what’s the version control” of a tenancy agreement we were looking at. I thought ‘er, God only knows’, but what he meant “what was the date of this particular draft of the agreement”, or “have the amendments we previously suggested been changed for this draft?”. You see, it would have saved time to ask me this instead of using the corporate jargon, and whilst it isn’t always done deliberately to confuse and seem superior (as in this instance with Pops), I would go so far as to call jargon-using a bad habit, one which is sloppy and ought to be, but isn’t, associated with poor elocution.

So there are many phrases which I remember having to look up, and it certainly wasn’t an embarrassing display of ignorance or stupidity on my part which necessitated my so doing. That is what the people who use these phrases often want you to think when you read them. They often seek to demonstrate superior intelligence by using overly complex language. Really, I feel that an ability to use apt, concise, and understandable language to demonstrate complex concepts would be a better marker of intelligence. However, in academic circles, if you leave your argument open to criticism because (horror of horrors) people can actually understand the argument you are making, your argument may be ridiculed as the flaws seem so apparent. Even though arguments necessarily contain flaws, you won’t be able to do the same with their arguments because they may have been caked in incomprehensible babble.Even worse, you may be condemned as an opinionated and naive buffoon (ad hominem, perhaps. Oh the irony. See below if you understandably don’t know what that means). The examples I have picked out below do, I feel, have little benefit above using an English translation, except that they sound more posh and academic, that effect being a mere illusion anyway.

OLLY’S DICTIONARY OF COMMONLY RECITED ACADEMIC PARLANCE: (ODCRAP for short. Hehe).

Ad camptandum = Style of argument used to convince a gullible crowd of the truth in what one is saying.

Ad hominem = When criticising something, arguing ad hominem is to criticise the person making the argument rather than criticising the argument they are making.

A priori = Something known before being proven, or something which happened before an event.

Bona fide = In good faith, or genuine.

De facto = Official, in reality (e.g. Humans thought that they were the dominant species on earth, but rodents were the de facto governors of how things were.

Dramatis personae = Literally, a list of actors, but used in history as a list of important people relevant to whatever the book or article is about.

Ipso facto = normally translates to ‘by that very fact’.

Mutatis mutandis = Means ‘and so on for [examples]‘ when applying changes, e.g. “The house becomes ‘his house’, mutatis mutandis for the car, the children and the plasma TV”.

Persona non grata = Unliked or unwanted individual.

Tabula rasa = Blank slate (often related particularly to the argument that humans aren’t born with innate knowledge).

Terra firma = I know this one is really common and understandable, but I don’t see how using the latin term instead of ‘familiar ground’ is necessary or desirable unless you want to impress people with your supposed eloquence.

Via Media = Middle way (as in ’sitting on the fence’ somewhat).

What lies beneath the floorboards?

Sunday, April 27th, 2008

Student houses aren’t renowned for their build quality or maintenance. Whilst I’ve been at university, I’ve known of a house where its main electrics had been underneath a foot of water for months, another featured a hole in the ceiling between the kitchen and an upstairs bedroom, and my girlfriend’s house had a random Polish guy living in it last summer. None of her housemates had invited him there, yet he had keys. Strange.

Anyhow, I just walked out of my bedroom. I do this fairly often, unsurprisingly enough. However, It is not fairly often that one of the floor tiles beneath my ground floor lair crumbles away into a different lair beneath me. This, dear bloggites, was a first. I don’t suppose it would be so bad if the tile had just cracked. These things happen. But there’s a hole under the house, and now I’m terrified that a band of conspiratorial rats will realise that mere dirt stands between them and a nice centrally-heated house full of delicious treats.

If you don’t hear from me soon, I might be in the floorboards beneath my own house. Possibly by my own choice whilst I build a cellar, but probably because I’ve fallen through, or been kidnapped by the aforementioned rodents.

What Exams Are Really For

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2008

So, with this open exam merely ten hours away, and with the bulk of the revision done*, I’ve found myself once again contemplating what on earth exams are for. Now, I’ve seen very imbecilic and ignorant people score decent marks on exams; exams can’t be an assessment of intelligence. I’ve seen people who put in no effort rank highly, and vice-versa; it can’t be a measure of a hardworking nature. I’ve seen people who deliberately agree with their academic marker’s opinion score well, but I’ve seen other people like that score miserably. So it isn’t about what particular opinion you express. It’s not eloquence either – there are plenty of high-scoring pseudo-intellectual students who band around conceptual-sounding paragraphs using incoherent strings of twelve-letter words. These ones deliberately confuse their marker into giving them a first.

Ok, so exams in part do measure those things above. Just not very well. Which is why I’m always so angry to find myself in another situation where performing an exam is a must. Nevertheless, and fear not dear reader, for your humble narrator has discerned a useful purpose for exams! (Just when you thought such a purpose didn’t exist!). I’ve realised that something happens each time I revise for an exam.

It’s simple. I start off revising for the exam, and for about ten minutes (at maximum) I learn something I am supposed to know about for the said exam. Then I get distracted by something vaguely connected to what I’m reading about – normally one link away on Wikipedia. Then I get distracted by something completely removed from my intended topic. And I learn all about this something else which is mysteriously more interesting than anything else the world has ever produced. I continue to learn about this stuff whenever I am supposed to revise. I thus know nothing about the exam subject, and everything which I never used to know about the lives of classical Greek philosophers or the liar paradox. Smashing!

You see? Exams make you learn stuff! Stuff you wouldn’t otherwise learn about! Just not the stuff you need for the actual exam! Ingenious! Give a pat on the back to the person who invented exams, and apologise on my behalf for all of the ritual humiliation and corporal punishment I have wished on them over the years.

*Seeing as I am useless at revision, ‘bulk of the revision done’ normally means I’ve done a couple of hours of useful work over the preceding two weeks.

Man of Mystery

Saturday, April 19th, 2008

Me as Man of Mystery by Chris Swann

Behold the wonderful artwork of Chris Swann* and his rather interesting depiction of me. In all seriousness, that is Microsoft Paint doodling at its best. Lucy** said that I look like a flasher in this picture. I said that I rather fancied I looked like a detective. She said ‘Ok, a detective who’s a pervert in his spare time’. Smashing.

*Chris Swann is a comrade of mine up at the U of Y. He is also doing a history degree, and has accomplished the amazing rank of Dungsweeper-in-Chief on the York University ElePolo Team. He spends a great deal of time being a vocal socialist and preaching the good word of anarchism.

** Lucy is my girlfriend. I don’t know why I put up with her bullying ways though. As I have tried to explain, ‘Domestic Abuse, No Excuse’.