Thursday, April 26, 2007

transit


The entry below seems as good a time as any to hang up the spurs, so to speak, and devote the time I've spent blogging these past four plus years, here and elsewhere, to other pursuits.

Perhaps I'll reappear here if i find something worth talking about. Regardless, I feel good about Tuesday's post as the last one of substance to appear on this blog, because I think it encapsulates much of what I have tried to do both on this blog and on the streets and in the labs, jails, etc, for the past two or so years. (Not to mention the six and a half years since i first stumbled into a USAY Leadership Conference at La Casa.)

Blogging's been an interesting experiment, particularly since the buildup to last year's strike, and I've found the community of commenters that's popped up around this blog and the networks in which it travels and participates extraordinarily important to my politics and my sanity. So thank you all for reading, commenting, and critiquing, and let's continue in our collective mission to bring to birth a new world from the ashes of the old (campus.)

In solidarity and struggle,

Me (the dude in the blue shirt standing up in the middle.)






photo:YDN

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Two, Three, Many 425 College Streets

The organisation of university labour creates a new relation between dissenting academics and oppositional social movements. Negri and Lazzarato suggest that when universities were more marginal to capitalism, academics engage themselves with political movements from a position of apparent exteriority. Today, when university teachers find themselves unequivocally involved in capital's appropriation of ‘general intellect', possibilities emerge for academics to make more ‘transverse' connections. (21) Rather than descending from the heights to commit themselves to a cause largely external to their daily experience, academics become the carriers of particular skills, knowledges and accesses useful to movements - for example, those against the privatisation of public facilities, or in ‘living wage' campaigns supporting service workers on campus and in local communities - in which they participate on the basis of increasing commonalities with other members of post-Fordist ‘mass intellect'.
-Nick Dyer Witheford
"GESO's alliance with Locals 34 and 35 also signalled an important (albeit fragile and even transitory) ideological shift. If most graduate students at Yale saw themselves as budding members of the professional-managerial class, their fight for a union alongside clerical and service workers complicated that imagined class identity. In becoming part of the Federation of University Employees, graduate teachers redefined their status within the university: they would not be middle managers-in-training... Yale's very vision of the academy as a g(u)ilded realm wgerein graduate students apprentice under mentor-professors was itself brought into question." - Cynthia Young

"And if we were all capable of uniting to make our blows stronger and infallible and so increase the effectiveness of all kinds of support given to the struggling people — how great and close would that future be!" - Che Guevara

This is fairly amazing.

This blog turns an improbable and sometimes unbelievable three years old today, which is coincidentally the five year anniversary of the "Building an Equal Partnership" march and rally at the medical school. The ironies and continuities of organizing work on an academic calendar rarely cease.

I spent this august anniversary in New Haven, attending GESO's latest reworking of the Education In the Streets form developed by AJH and the UOC during the March 2003 strike, a Teach Out about/against/past casualization, which featured powerful contributions from Mike Palm, GESO members, a local 35 casual employee, Cary Nelson, Michael Denning, etc. It was the first action in New Haven i had been to since the 2005 strike. Turnout was excellent, but neither that, nor that it was awesome to see EF, EJ, NDB, ML, HH, GA, PR, etc., seems particularly important.

What is important is College Street, that site where imperial Yale borders what Wilhelm in 1971 noted was the force which had demonstrated to New Haven that said behemoth could be beaten, was vulnerable. (“Union Upsets Yale, 35-0,” Modern Times, 7/1/71.) If, as David Lee was so often quoted as claiming during the 2002 campaign for an alumni fellow seat on the Yale Corporation, the university administration had "met its Waterloo" in the Federation of Hospital and University Employees, then College Street is (only the most visible) battlefield of that struggle, a site enveloped by Yale's tendrils of capital, of gentrification, of biopower, but never subsumed into it, always threatening to destabilize yes, but also to transform, to augment, to radically reshape and reconstitute.

This is because of 425 college street, because of the movement that flourishes there, among clerical and technical workers, service and maintenance workers, graduate employees and hill residents, community organizers and undergraduates, hospital workers and (a proud few) faculty. This movement has grown amidst and despite 14 strikes in 66 years, fierce repression from the disciplinary apparatus of the university (just ask Young) and endless hours of meetings, visits, organizing conversations, and to delve further into questions of tactics would not be appropriate on a public weblog.

Suffice to say that I mention all of this not for the sake of some nostalgia for snow-strewn picket signs, "free the llamas," the nation drill squad, or Josh Eidelson's runaway metaphors involving houses and justice and other brilliant gesticulations, but rather because there is a very real sense in which this is what we need to create at NYU and elsewhere. This is the movement - or the outlines of the movement, at any rate, that we need to spread like a virus of justice and democracy across the university's fascist bodily metaphors, reversing and denaturing Sextonian slurs and Levinian stammerings. It is not that this model must be exported fully and without change. I am not even calling for "repetition with difference" but rather for a deep critical and political engagement with the kinds of organizing and tactics that have emerged in New Haven over these past seven decades. This is a call to work within that tradition, to build movements like those we glimpsed in the snow on March 6th and in the sun today, clogging the arteries of New Haven's power elite on September 13th and lighting candles on October 5th, in backyard meetings throughout the summer of 2003 and in 55 Whitney on August 26th, in the Financial Aid Office in February '05, blockading the power plants in '71, and screaming "BEEP BEEP YALE'S CHEAP" in '84.

Let's get to work.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Education (still) in the streets

More later, but tomorrow, which is incidentally the third birthday of this blog, I will be, appropriately, here, and you should be to if you can make it.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Mike Morand, (Reverse) Maoist.

Morand said he hopes to use that capital to "help create a cultural revolution in New Haven and the region that brings us back to our entrepreneurial roots... We need to have wealth creation as a primary goal of our community."

Toward that end, he'd like to see the chamber offer "economic development 101" briefings for local elected officials, as well as lobby for upgrading train service and general improving transportation.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

In sixth grade i wrote a story about killing many of my teachers - the ones i didn't like. It was violent, it was sexist, and it was mildly homophobic towards my gym teacher, "Ms. B." whom all the students claimed was sleeping with one of the third grade teachers. I have no idea whether or not this was even remotely accurate.

I'm not a particularly sexist or homophobic person. I wasn't a particularly sexist or homophobic person in sixth grade. And i am not now and have never been a violent person. The story was escapism, an attemot to envision myself as something other than a twelve year old pubescent suburbanite who played too much dungeons and dragons. In kindergarden, my little brother drew only in red and black ink, pictures of barbarians and knights decapitating each other with heads rolling and blood spurting. He is also not a particularly violent person, even though he can beat me up and is a death metal drummer and listens to fucked uyp norweigian black metal bands whose names are the noun forms of verbs which suggest killing in one form or another, i.e. immolation, suffocation, etc.

All of which is to say that the fascination with the plays written by the student at Virgina Tech who killed 31 people and himself on Monday strikes me as problematic. Feeling like a misanthrope, or being obsessed, on paper, with sexual violence doesn't always translate easily into "being disturbed" much less murdering 31 people. I had long since retired my black trenchcoat by the time Columbine happened, and, my report card from 8th grade acting class notwithstanding, I was never anywhere near as troubled and withdrawn as Cho Seung-Hui, but if the result of the tropes now circulating around Cho and what he did in the Times and across the media are carried to their logical conclusion, had my story from sixth grade, or my complicity in the "Pupil Liberation Organization's" plot to burn down my grade school that same year (we collected matchbooks from Westchester County restaurants. And charged people to look at the porno magazine my friends stole from the local corner store and stashed at my place because my "hippie" parents were cool with it.) could have landed me in prison or in an institution.

A zero tolerance policy on weirdness, misanthropy, etc, i would suggest, is no solution. Which is not to say that I am not horrified by what occurred on monday and don't feel for the people who lost loved ones. I can't imagine what folks on that campus must be going through right now.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

I see myself as more Simonish, but whatever.

Your results:
You are Malcolm Reynolds (Captain)
























Malcolm Reynolds (Captain)
70%
Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic)
65%
Derrial Book (Shepherd)
50%
Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic)
45%
Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command)
40%
Wash (Ship Pilot)
40%
Jayne Cobb (Mercenary)
30%
Inara Serra (Companion)
30%
River (Stowaway)
25%
Alliance
20%
A Reaver (Cannibal)
15%
Honest and a defender of the innocent.
You sometimes make mistakes in judgment
but you are generally good and
would protect your crew from harm.


Click here to take the Serenity Personality Quiz

Saturday, April 14, 2007

last night's karaoke

Me: "Pictures of You," "Don't Stop Believin" (with H,) "Come See About Me," (with JoL,) "Hey Jealousy," "Heartbreaker,"

Funniest Moments: DCM and DY's "Du Hast" duet, "RMJ's "Edge of Seventeen" dedicated to WJ, and "Closer." Also the women in the big room who did "pimpin' all over the world" directly followed by "One Minute Man."

Conference reportback to follow