Monday, 03 April 2006

The First Day of Class & Last Day of "Vacation" I pre-season this post with an unnecessary—given the new sidebar item top-right—admission that "My Morning" didn't win a Koufax Award. To be frank: I like the image of the probable kvitcherer I created better than any shot of the smooth Koufaxian delivery of Evelyn Lichtenstein's menscheleh. (On purpose, people, on purpose. C'mon! I ain't that lapsed. What? You! In the peanut gallery. Yeah you. That's right. I did hear. Now shut it! Don't make me take off this belt.) I open by acknowledging that this quarter will be the last I ever teach literary journalism. I won't be hired to teach it . . . and UC requires I stop teaching after I teach, um, as many quarters as I've taught at UCI. This saddens me. I'd like to keep teaching this course indefinitely. Jonathan once accused all teachers of deluding themselves into thinking they're both well-liked and tough graders. He's surely correct. Only not so much in my case. In the past three weeks I've learned that four of my former students will be attending the prestigious Columbia School of Journalism. Another two will enter the equally elite Northwestern School of Journalism. I know what you're saying: "Scott, if you've been teaching literary journalism so long that you're placing your kids in graduate programs, it's time to move on." And it is. But that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it. On a different note entirely, I'd hoped the "Best Introduction To" post would've gone viral already. Alas! It seems to affect only Americanists, Medievalists and Theory buffs. I solicited some links for it yesterday and that seems to be doing the trick. (Check out this conversation for instance.) I think there's something to what Craig and Matt and Laura argue in the comments; but I also think there's something to be said for an introductory text which allows someone with little more than interest to acquire something resembling knowledge. I would love someone to pick up the baton and run with it. In particular, I'm still sorely lacking in all things pre-Revolutionary American but not Medieval. This includes all things Analytic and Philosophical . . . some Existential stuff . . . and a whole slew of traditions based on the outlandish idea that it's acceptable to write in languages other than English. As if.

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