Thursday, 01 November 2007

Inside Higher Ed

Adam and I adapted our talks from last month into short articles for IHE:

Point & Counterpoint

I have more to say about this after yesterday's panel, but I'll wait until the podcast is available.  (If only to remember what I said.)

Nov 1, 2007 1:11:51 PM

5 Comments

Mikhail Emelianov

how is it there "inside higher education"? i always wanted to know - nice articles, not much of a "point-counterpoint" though - where is "you, Sir Kotsko, are a complete fool!" or at the very least "by Zeus, Herr Kaufman, your depravity knows no limit!" - there is a podcast?

Posted by: Mikhail Emelianov | Thursday, 01 November 2007 at 03:59 PM

Joseph Kugelmass

My response is ready to go.

Great job Scott; great job Adam. I agree with Mikhail, it was simply not bloody enough.

Posted by: Joseph Kugelmass | Thursday, 01 November 2007 at 07:34 PM

The Constructivist

Hmm, very nice articles both, but I have to say I like your blogging voices better.

Posted by: The Constructivist | Friday, 02 November 2007 at 02:52 AM

Rich Puchalsky

At least I know what my function as commenter here is: it's to provide laugh lines for Scott's talks. First I was the freelance librarian, then I provide the key quote for this one too.

Posted by: Rich Puchalsky | Friday, 02 November 2007 at 08:03 PM

nnyhav

Not bloody enough, eh? Then how about Pitt's acephalitic line?

Posted by: nnyhav | Saturday, 03 November 2007 at 05:28 PM

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