AND YET ANOTHER ENDLESS, MINDLESS SUMMER ARGUMENT. The proprietor of Newmark's Door has done a great deal of work compiling four different league tables for economics weblogs. In three rankings that read like the coaches' poll these services have an outside shot at a BCS bid, and we're Force 6 (or is it Force 9?) on a compilation set up like the Beaufort scale. (If I can convince a few academic administrators to reef tops'ls it's a good day!)

There's a bull session over there on the merits of the rankings. Thanks for looking in.

SUPPLY AND DEMAND. Indepundit links to Michael Yon's embedded coverage of a raid on a weapons cache in Mosul, Iraq. Scary stuff. But note this:

There are tons of explosives and munitions here in Mosul, with more streaming in every day, though mounting evidence strongly suggests this flow is abating. For example, the street price of 60mm "mortar bombs" was about $3/shot 9 month ago. Now it’s up nearly seven-fold to over $20. Car bomb incidents in Mosul, while still causing major damage to both military and civilians, have been declining. Whether this is a temporary dip or steady trend remains to be seen. Even if the ongoing flow were completely cut off, there is still a deep well of materiel on hand.

Fewer incidents and a higher price for the ordnance. For the sake of our guys, and for the civilians in Mosul, let this be a leftward shift of the supply curve for ordnance.

POSSIBLE SOURCE OF COMPANY MAIL? Marginal Utility is the weblog of an economist located in Madison, Wisconsin, who found time for family trips on the Wisconsin and Southern's anniversary train (blocker-defeating pop-ups) and to the Oshkosh air show.

Flying Fortresses still impress.

A GRIPE I CAN EMPATHIZE WITH. The anonymous northeastern community college dean deals with some faculty pooh-bahs as the enrollment counts come in and some courses don't make.

Inevitably, that entails changing some faculty teaching schedules. Oh, the hue and cry! How could you possibly have me come in on Tuesdays? I never come in on Tuesdays! (Unspoken, but desired, answer: yeah, full-time jobs are like that.) You’re taking my course away from me! (what do you mean, your course?) Given how many of our classes are staffed by adjuncts, sometimes we have to base decisions on when the better adjuncts are likely to be available (and their schedules can get pretty idiosyncratic). That creates the odd dynamic of moving a full professor’s schedule around to make room for an adjunct. I can justify it on the grounds that it’s best for the students (and, for what we pay the adjuncts, we’re lucky if they show up at all), but the tenured types have long memories. I get accused of autocratic tendencies, since I didn’t run the decision by a committee first.

Setting up committees for special projects brings its own set of joys as well. Consider your rural normal school that has morphed into an exurban mid-major with lots of dual-career couples and one career in the metropolitan area. (I put in the special projects stipulation for a reason: the "Committees of the University" listing is thicker than the Amtrak timetable as well as more likely to be observed. People can use the schedule to mark up or mark off on those committees.) To be sure, one of the reasons universities don't pay as much as LaSalle Street is that a faculty member does not have to get on the 7 am semi-fast Monday through Friday; all the same, when a commuting colleague gives "doesn't want to drive here" as primary reason for preferring one day rather than another ... The 15 minute bicycle riders maintain home offices for a reason; longer commutes -- or daycare schedules -- ought not be trump cards for scheduling meetings.

AN ENDLESS, MINDLESS, SUMMER ARGUMENT. Enroute home yesterday, I tuned into one of those sports call-in shows that rival a humanities seminar for learned disquisition on absolutely nothing, albeit without the pretentiousness. Topic du jour: does Lance Armstrong's seven straight Tour de France wins count as among the greatest accomplishment in sport?

Irrelevant radio argument number 1: Bicycle racing. Who cares? The dudes scarfing hot wings at the big screen tavern are only interested in accomplishments in basketball, baseball, football, and hockey (and likely in that order, as individuals are more likely to be able to do more for the team in roughly that order, and hockey comes close to being tinted with the same Continental brush that colors the local view of soccer and bike racing.)

Irrelevant radio argument number 2: OK, so the competitors have to do a lot of preparation. What do we know about how good the competition is? That's irrelevant because the best at any endeavor must prepare to be better than anybody else, and, as Buddy Melges concluded his book, skimping on preparation will mean somebody else crossing that finish ahead of you. It's safe to assume that the best in any competition will have invested whatever it takes in conditioning and practice to stay best.

So how, then, to identify a great accomplishment? Why not use a survival test? Mr Armstrong's seven straight wins are noteworthy because there are previous competitors with four or five or six wins, well within my lifetime. And that the radio guys would gripe that no wing-chomping dude could come up with Eddy Merckx or Bernard Hinault or Miguel Indurain and they might recognize Greg LeMond as the previous American hope is irrelevant. But note that over the past 30 years a racer that manages to sustain focus for repeated Tour wins is the norm.

Now consider my candidate, the consecutive game hitting streak in baseball. The supremum is 56 games in 1941; there is a 44 game streak as recently as 1978 and a 39 game streak in 1987. The most recent streak is 35 games in 2002.

Seven straight Tour wins? Good on ya, Lance. And props for keeping focus maneuvering in a crowded fleet for the better part of a month, for the seventh straight year. Definitely noteworthy. Let's watch the Tour for another sixty years and then put that streak in perspective.

This is an endless, mindless summer argument post. Your candidate events are welcome. Keep it civil.

WORKING THEIR WAY THROUGH COLLEGE -- IN BULGARIA. The weekend's roller coaster destination was Wisconsin Dells, now home to five wooden roller coasters and numerous other gravity rides. The Big Chief go-kart track is now the Mount Olympus water and amusement park, which is home to four of the wooden coasters, including the recently opened Hades. Fast smooth ride. Make sure you buy the unlimited rides pass so as to sample everything else on the grounds and take repeat rides as your endurance can stand.

Closer to downtown is Timber Falls, home to Avalanche, a coaster with a lot of action.

Here's a transportation secret I learned over the weekend. Amtrak's Empire Builder (.pdf schedule) makes a valiant effort to emulate the Hiawatha between La Crosse and the Dells, and it is timed in such a way as to allow residents of La Crosse and Tomah to take day trips to the Dells. Years ago, the Milwaukee Road would run extra sections of the Hiawatha for Chicago to the Dells traffic; nice to know that residents of western Wisconsin ... and some Minnesotans who don't mind getting up early ... can do a day trip to the Dells on a train.

The title of this post ... a number of the ride operators at the two amusement parks, as well as employees of other attractions at the Dells, were residents of Former Soviet Bloc countries. How things change. Years ago, when the Superintendent was in college, chances were pretty good that if you got to talking with a kid from the sand county, he or she had a summer job in the Dells or in the cranberry bogs. In fact, I knew one kid who had a football scholarship that also drove a Duck. Perhaps the academy can get away with tuition hikes and hard to complete schedules to the extent it can because registration and records no longer has to deal with disappointed Duck drivers or cranberry cultivators who might have more of their own sweat, rather than Daddy's plastic, invested in getting finished. Empirical test time ... how quickly do the Bulgarians finish college? And all of this despite a Wisconsin law ... at the instigation of the tourism business, that requires school to open after Labor Day, with this rationale.

It also would allow students to work through August at their summer jobs, learn valuable life skills and earn more money to pay for advanced education.

Yup. Apparently the valuable life skills are being learned by youngsters from the Former Soviet Bloc.

MARKING OFF. Thanks for looking in. Time for a roller coaster fix. Some book reviews and other intellectual content next week.

ON MY WORKBENCH. Work progresses on laying out the valve gear and designing hangers and crosshead guide supports for this monster.

WOULD THEY WEAR NICER SHOES TO A HOOK-UP? The national champion womens' lacrosse team, from Northwestern (logical, I suppose) has generated some negative buzz because a few of the players purchased new sundresses and such and accessorized with ... flip-flops.

Aly Josephs' mother had the same reaction after seeing her daughter in the front row of the photo - the fifth person away from the president - wearing brown suede flip-flops with a skirt, sleeveless top and matching beaded jewelry. "Don't even ask me about the flip-flops," her mother said when a reporter questioned her about the picture. "As somebody who is 52 years old, it mortified me. I don't go out of the house without pantyhose on."

The team members used the old "compare-with-the-worst" strategy.

The teammates, and their athletic director, commented several times that it was actually the University of Michigan's national-champion softball team - in khaki shorts, polo shirts and sneakers - that was way underdressed.

Well, that's Michigan. Probably blue polo shirts.

Joe Guidry, a salesman at the upscale Stuart Weitzman store on Michigan Avenue, said he wouldn't advise women to wear the company's $150 flip-flops to the White House. "Meeting the president? I personally wouldn't wear them," he said.

$150 flip-flops??? $150??? I must not get out enough.

James at Arma Virumque weighs in.

Even with the collapse of civilized style, can't we still agree on six little words:

No shoes. No shirt. No service.

This admonition just happens to appear on the door of the old five-and-dime store on the island of our destination.

Yes, but let's keep our perspective here. Generally the kind of establishment that posts such advice offers little service to those wearing their shoes and shirt.

UNDOING VANDALISM. James Lileks notes that New York City has committed to rebuilding the Farley Post Office Building as a new Pennsylvania Station.

The sin of the demolition of the old Penn Station was never erased, and the wretched piss-soaked warren they put in its place was a constant reminder of the Original Sin of post-war urbanists. That unholy combo of bottom-liners and utopians took away one of the most magnificent spaces in urban American and replaced it with something that seemed lifted en masse from a claustrophobic dream. To modern eyes it makes no sense: the era where social divisions were keenly felt gave us a space so vast that all distinctions dissolved in its great stone heaven; the egalitarians, by contrast, gave us a space whose equalizing impulse was best expressed as the desire to oppress everyone’s spirit. I usually cooled my heels in the Amtrak First Class club, which was a parody of a sham of a travesty of First Class, at least in the 90s. You got a scratchy seat and a battered magazine and translucent coffee. If I didn’t have a first class ticket I went to the bar on the north side of the room, where you could smoke. It stank. Aside from rush hour, it was empty, and had a sad battered quality that made you feel like a rude sack of meat slumped over a ration of intoxicants. And I never knew which track I should take. It never seemed clear. Even though they had signs and names it always seemed as though they were leaving out some key detail. Like your destination. No, I hate Penn Station.

The tribute to the old station includes one of my favorite quotes, this from the editorial board of the New York Times.

We want and deserve tin-can architecture in a tinhorn culture. And we will probably be judged not by the monuments we build but by those we have destroyed.

That pretty well applies to many of the other monuments of the America of that era, the America that worked, including the universities.

But enough of that. Consider Mr Lileks's tribute to train travel.

Penn Station had one thing going for it. Trains. Nothing compares to arriving by train; you’re not dropped off in a climate-controlled center on the edge of town, but dropped in the humid middle, surrounded by machinery and steam and shouts and clangs. You don’t slide up the jetway – you schlep yourself along the platform to the stairs, you jostle and maneuver and find your place in the throng; you thread through the station, head outside – and oh, my, GOD, there it is, loud and wide and high and alive, the city.

Yes, and throughout the rebuildings of the visible spaces of Penn Station, the one constant has been the trains and the tracks. Apart from the connections to a west side coach yard and a New York Central freight line to bring all Amtrak trains into Penn, the track is as The Pennsylvania Railroad conceived it in 1910.

When you leave you leave with the nudge. Planes waddle to the runway then throw themselves in the air with theatrical fury. Trains nudge you out. You’re sitting in your seat; you’re still. The strange orange subterranean light fills the car; again the shouts, the clangs, the whistles, the whirr of electric carts. The doors huff shut. Conductors walk around listening to crackly voices on the walkie-talkie. You wait. Then the nudge. The train lurches forward, the wheels clank, the rhythm begins, and you’re on your way. In a few minutes you’ll clear the tunnels and see the city from below, indifferent to your departure. Clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank. On the plane you seem to approach New York like a nest of hornets – you’re wary, circling, then you bore in. When you leave by train you simply move along, move down, move out. Old tunnels, old concrete, rusted remains, barrels, trash, then light.

And speed.

DISCOVERING THE RAILFAN SEAT. Annie at Going Underground finds one on the Docklands Light Railway.

One of the good things about travelling on the DLR (Docklands Light Railway) - in fact it's probably the only good thing about travelling on the DLR - is that you can sit in the front of the train and pretend to be a driver.

Yes, the Superintendent concurs.

The subway is another matter.

Imagine looking at tunnels like this every day. No wonder [the motormen] look so bored.

The novel version of Taking of Pelham 1-2-3 (not on my movie list; patience) has the motorman estimating the weight of his passengers as a way of passing time. Remember the story problem that begins "You are a motorman ...?"

TENURE VIA THE BACK DOOR. Sean at The American Mind has been following the death-duel between the University of Wisconsin and the Legislature over the practice of granting high-ranking administrators tenure in academic departments, which has lately become known as "backup jobs" for administrators that don't work out. As I noted here, at one time presidents and deans were citizen professors who did that work for a few years before returning to faculty. That's somewhat less common these days. Watch for the Legislature to gain some traction here. With the continued division of labor in the academy, the ranks of administrators including presidents and provosts is being expanded by scholars whose research credentials are often modest.

Watch the critics outside the academy to become even more vocal, if this post (via Sykes Writes) is at all representative.

ACELA'S RETURN. Amtrak hopes to resume a full schedule of Acela Express service with a few Boston runs as early as this weekend.They are pretty trains but the recriminations over whether the trains came in heavier than the brake manufacturer was told or over corner cutting by that manufacturer will not be pretty.

IS SUBURBIA KIDDIELAND? Laura at 11-D sees opportunities for spontaneity.

Instant access to fresh air and buddies without dog poop on the sidewalk.

Lynne at Knowledge Problem concurs with a Marginal Revolution observation that "sprawl is a tax on spontaneity," although adult-supervised and coached play enters the equation.

I'm somewhat older than these observers and an emigre from early tract housing (in those days "upscale" was a three-bedroom ranch with a basement under everything and two sinks in the one bathroom.) In those days parents were somewhat more willing to let kids be kids, and it was standard procedure to find a few buddies and throw around a football or something rather than be ferried from practice to practice (what passed as "rich" differed in those days as well; if Dad's income made a new station wagon possible every three years one was doing well. Two incomes and two car garages, let alone those snout houses over a three car garage were a future not imagined in The Jetsons.)

Also unimagined in those days were "rails to trails" bike path conversion. But the grades of the interurban, gone under 15 years, and the North Shore Line, gone less than ten, were still in a rideable condition. In those days the outlying segments of the system, which are now configured as trails, were a bit outside my riding range. On the other hand, my less durable body and less rugged commuter bike will probably appreciate the improvements to those trails.

"IT'S THE SAME S*** YOU'D BUY FOR YOUR KID'S BEDROOM." So a carpenter describes the new desks being delivered as a palliative to the departments displaced by the Great Zulauf Space Grab. Heavy particle-board with a wood-grain like veneer that may or may not be wood. Plastic bags of drywall screws. Components predrilled in approximately the right places. Bring the drill and the Phillips screw bits.

The desk deliveries appear to be approximately on schedule. On the other hand, the former economics offices at the northeast end of the 4th floor, which were supposed to be vacated by the end of exam week (never mind deadlines such as proctoring the exams and turning in the grade sheets on time) are still in the empty condition the occupants left them in at that time. And some other departments might be in temporary quarters yet at the start of the semester.

Kudos to William "King of Spades" Minor for deciding that disrupting the operations of most of the social science division for the summer (and extracting a lot of unpaid labor from the faculty) was in the best interest of the college. (And this thirtysomething anonymous administrator wonders why I'm snarky.)

Remind me again, this space grab is supposed to improve conditions for students, isn't it?

HERE WE GO AGAIN. More explosions on the Tube. Tube Geek at Going Underground offers continuing coverage.

On Tuesday I was happily posting about Harry Potter sightings on the tube and now it's bombs again.

Also this hypothesis.

'Explosions' appear to be dummy detonators. No casualties reported. It's NOT a major incident, but windows WERE blown out on the No. 26 bus.

I'm guessing it's someone proving that detonators (with no explosives) still get past the sniffer dogs, and they're doing it to show that panic and disruption can still be caused.

Sounds like one of two from Mitch at Shot in the Dark.

The terrorists are down to using their "B" team. They built a batch of squib bombs; all bang, no bite. Luck is good.

The terrorists tossed off a squib attack to lull the west into complacency.

Something else to consider: some of the followup coverage of the larger attack two weeks ago suggested the bombers were not supposed to be on a martyrdom operation. Remember that bin Laden tape from November of 2001 where he and some buddies were chuckling over the muscle guys on the airplanes who were not aware the hijacking was not going to end with negotiations on a tarmac someplace? Incentives matter. Are the bin Ladenistas beginning to encounter the same problem the Japanese Navy began to encounter at Midway, with the best commanders choosing to share the fate of the ship, but without press-gangs to replenish the ranks?

In related developments, this observation from two weeks ago

Hmmm, did the assembly of U.S., Canadian, Commonwealth, Free French and Free Polish troops and materiel along the Channel coast provoke the buzz-bombs and flying gas mains?

has become this Henry Payne cartoon.

MESOSCALE VORTICITY CENTER. Apparently that's the meteorological description of this cyclone over Wisconsin, which I assure you is not Photoshopped.



It did whirl enough rain our way to replenish the rain barrel and stimulate the weeds at the same time that it's helping the lettuce and okra.

CHICAGO TO FLORIDA BY TRAIN. Effective August 1; change at Washington D.C. headed east and south; change at New York Penn Station headed north and west.

KEEPING CURRENT. I've begun to deal with the backlog of technical journals. The July issue of Iron and Steel Technology describes the direct casting of steel sheet by Nucor Steel at Crawfordsville, Indiana.

Steel sheet is useful in a number of applications including wastebaskets, appliances, and automobiles. But only recently have engineers figured out how to continuously cast liquid steel between two rollers, enabling the production of a coil of sheet steel (Flash-intensive sales pitch, be wary) without all the work involved in reshaping a relatively easy to cast slab of steel into a coil.

The Crawfordsville mill has been operating on a development basis until recently, and Nucor intend to build a second plant.

ARE MARKETS USEFUL, OR NOT? Book Review No. 19 is Eric Schlosser's Reefer Madness, a trip through those parts of the underground economy that provide marijuana, strawberries, and pornography (maybe there is something to get hung about?) On the one hand, Mr Schlosser (based on market evidence?) suggests the U.S. decriminalize marijuana for personal use and let secular, rather than sacred, considerations govern the production and consumption of pornography. On the other hand, the use of market incentives to entice illegal immigrants to pick strawberries (as well as numerous other agricultural tasks) is wrong.

The market will drive wages down like water, until they reach the lowest possible level. Today that level is being set not in Washington or New York or Sacramento but in the fields of Baja California and the mountain villages of Oaxaca. That level is about five dollars a day. ... Left to its own devices, the free market always seeks a work force that is hungry, desperate, and cheap -- a work force that is anything but free.

Page 108. The book sells for just over five bucks, used. Draw your own conclusions. That the level might be set by education policies that ensure a culturally competent but innumerate workforce does not enter the discussion; that cheap labor subsidies are available for some industries but not others affects induced innovation does. And the careful reader will learn an archaic meaning of inversion.

COMPARE AND CONTRAST. The Washington Post's David Von Drehle invites Betsy Newmark and Barbara O'Brien for treats and a stroll around Washington. Here are their sites' announcements of this story.

IS THIS MEETING NECESSARY? An anonymous dean at a community college somewhere in the northeast laments.

The tricky part of summer work is trying to put meetings together. Since academia is allergic to the concept of a single manager doing anything on his own intiative (that would be running the college like a business! Horrors! What’s next – tying pay to performance?), everything requires consultation and collaboration. In practice, everything requires meetings.

The logistics of assembling meetings are challenging enough during the academic year, when everyone’s calendar is full already. In the summer, simply finding days when everyone is in the state at the same time is tough.

Oh, come. Summer shut-down has been a fact of life for what, 100 years? And in that time nobody has figured out how to deal with most of the routine business by May 15? Legislative recisions have been reality for, oh, the past 15 years? And nobody has figured out the most logical contingency plans for this year yet?

Give. Me. A. Break.

And why might everyone's calendar be full during the school year? Might there be a connection between down-sizing the faculty, asking the remaining faculty to teach more sections with more students, subjecting that faculty to more inquisitions from various advisory offices keeping track of the progress of special-admissions students as well as requiring attendance at mandatory harassment or diversity training sessions or seeking participants for focus groups? (A conjecture: watch the final version of the Oregon Five Year Plan for Cultural Competence include the re-education mandatory training during the school year: resistance to that training during the summer being more likely to get people angry than the insulting nature of the training's content.)

What is the sound of Atlas, shrugging? In the academy, is it a growing reluctance of faculty to volunteer to do extra, unpaid work, during the summer session as the administrators become more intrusive and arbitrary in their demands on faculty during the nine months they are under contract? Does the absence of any rewards for greater productivity (couple those enlarged teaching loads with higher enrollments and minimal merit raises) make the faculty more protective of their own time than they otherwise would be?

THE DIFFICULT WE DO RIGHT AWAY. Book Review No. 18 is Craig Symonds's Decision at Sea: Five Naval Battles that Shaped American History. Of the five, the most significant might have been the Battle of Lake Erie, which most people learn of incidental to the wineries and Tri-Motors (if they're still flying?) on the Erie Islands and the roller coasters ashore. That victory, which secured for the United States control of Lake Erie, made possible the development of the coastal cities that later became Erie, Cleveland, Sandusky, Toledo, and Detroit. (Absent amicable relations between the U.S. and Canada, the Prairie Provinces might well have at some time become States. There is a stretch of road along the north bank of Lake Superior that is essentially the only improved road between east and west, and imagine how difficult a few monitors would have made hacking the Canadian Pacific out of that same bank.)

The theme that sticks out in most of the five stories is individual initiative and excessively aggressive behavior, something still part of our military tradition. Commodore Perry built his fleet behind a sand bar at Erie, Pennsylvania; he was in the middle of floating his fleet over the bar, an evolution that required guns and tophamper to be removed in order to reduce the draft, when the British fleet hove into view. Perry's reaction: speed up the refitting of Niagara and prepare for action. The British, with the expectation of being able to deal with the fleet at their leisure once their ship Detroit was ready, left the preparations alone.

The Battle of Hampton Roads contains a similar tale, with Captain Buchanan of Virginia deciding to turn his sea-trial into a raid. Had he waited even a day, Monitor would have been on station and his first day's success against the wooden ships well might not have happened. At Midway, the Japanese calculated that Yorktown would not be available to respond to their move; they thus decided to refit Shokaku and Zuikaku at leisure as four carriers against two are sufficient odds. Four against three and an airfield, on the other hand, is a good way to lose four.

The book also has some thoughts about what goes on on land that will reward careful study. For example, Admiral Dewey requested a force to occupy the Phillipine archipelago after destroying the Spanish fleet, a request unanticipated in Washington, and one that might have contributed to a protracted guerrilla war with aftereffects to this day. That the U.S. Navy now has the task of inspecting any cargo ship anywhere and confiscating contraband cargoes ought give readers pause, even if captains do not have the authority to press-gang civilian crews into the Navy, as their Georgian counterparts did.

IS THERE AN EFFICIENCY WAGE EFFECT? No beach that offers "two girls for every guy" can long remain in that state. (I'm sure that's been offered as an arbitrage argument somewhere, but my search string skills are a bit weak this afternoon.) There might be something related in a Liberty Belles post on the meatmarket.

The finest of these beefcakes are much costlier to obtain than others, requiring you to spend more money diversifying your designer portfolio and more time working on your butt and hips. The entire value of the man derives from his relative unavailability and high cost vis à vis other men. An exclusive relationship with this man makes him entirely unavailable to others and drastically lowers supply of fine men on the meatmarket. Should the man violate his commitment to you by taking another Belle out to a romantic dinner, the supply of men will increase and his value to you will decrease.

But the hottest women are also costlier to obtain.

Let’s say a man is dating a stunning woman whom we will classify as a luxury good. In order to stay in this relationship, the man must have the wherewithal to meet her standards. This wherewithal, referred to as income in economic terms, includes the gamut of attributes that his lovely girlfriend finds attractive. Let’s say the man unexpectedly experiences a series of unfortunate events that hamper his ability to maintain her: he takes a pay cut, he has a stroke, he loses an arm, he gets fat, and his house is repossessed by the government for the public good. This miserable creature no longer has the wherewithal, or income, to pay for a luxury good such as his erstwhile girlfriend.

There's a nasty efficiency-wage problem buried in herre somewhere. But if both parties are paying premia to each other so as to attenuate the incentive to stray, what is the equilibrium investment in self-maintenance? And is that a pooling equilibrium or a separating equilibrium? Consider this followup at Unshackling Isaac Newton:

Women who are aloof find that there is a shortage of men who are willing to approach them. They are willing to spend very little opportunity dollars, and at this level there is a shortage of men.

There ought be opportunities for the people who opt out of the conventional channels being analyzed in this series of posts to find each other through different channels.

PROHIBITION'S END. In Rockport, Massachusetts, 72 years after it ended in most of the rest of the country. Vodka Pundit approves. Perhaps there will be fewer intoxicated drivers on the northeastern end of 128 returning from Gloucester, which, as a proper fishing town should, has taverns.

WHO HAS LUFFING RIGHTS IN A PELOTON? Lynne at Knowledge Problem has been providing a racer's perspective on the Tour de France, with these sites recommended for race commentary. A cross-country bicycle race combines cooperation and competition, with the leading riders taking turns providing draft for each other, and with teams engaging in strategic maneuvering to prevent challengers from getting in front of them. Imagine a crowded mark-rounding that goes on for over 100 miles, up-hill and down, with competitors literally on your hip, no hulls to crunch together before the bodies crunch together, no water to absorb your fall, and velocities made good in excess of 20 knots. If somebody attempts to break out of the pack, what is the proper course of a racer in front that wants to stop the overtaking bike from passing? It's a wonder more riders don't get hurt.

SAFETY IS THE FIRST OBLIGATION. Discovery launch delayed account troubles with a fuel gauge.

OPTING OUT OF THE SENSITIVITY GULAG? David French at the Torch discovers the New York Times covering proprietary institutions of higher learning. First Mr French's commentary.

Already, these for-profit schools represent a viable alternative for many students who see the university primarily as a vehicle for career advancement. Since (truth be told) most students go to college not to learn the nuances of political theory or the joys of Chaucer but instead to improve their economic position, it is not difficult to imagine a day when for-profit colleges—which put job placement at the center of their mission—will present a major challenge to traditional government and nonprofit private schools. As colleges become increasingly politicized (some are so ideologically slanted that students are essentially joining revolutionary cells rather than academic departments), the for-profit schools may be seen as a haven from the culture wars.

He notes there is a downside.

There are, however, complaints regarding the quality of the for-profit educational experience.

But as I read the particulars, I'm prompted to compare and contrast.

Students at these schools study to prepare for careers in business, culinary arts and design, and to become medical technicians or paralegals.

But questions exist about the quality of education at some of these institutions. Federal and state investigators have found that some used inappropriate enrollment practices, like registering students incapable of doing the work. Some critics also charge that the schools make rosy promises about jobs for their graduates that do not materialize.

That's different from admitting unprepared students and calling it "access," or using the expected retirements of Silent Generation professors to induce hopefuls into graduate school, now known as the first mile of the adjunct track?

In recent audits, the New York State comptroller's office found more problems with commercial schools than at other schools. In audits of four degree-granting schools in the past year, the comptroller found that irregularities in financial aid grants were more than eight times higher at the two commercial schools studied than at the public college and the private nonprofit college that it also reviewed.

Representative Maxine Waters, Democrat of California, said in written testimony to a Congressional hearing in March that at one point she had accumulated a two-foot stack of complaints about the schools. She said that while not all schools were bad, enough were to warrant "even more protection from the false sales pitches of many of these for-profit trade schools."

That the state-located and the non-profits are not as bad is insufficient reason to think all is well.

Nonetheless, more and more college students are attracted by the career-oriented education these schools typically offer, as well as by their often relaxed admissions policies and their consumer-oriented focus.

The Wal-Mart version of Jacuzzi U? What is it, maybe 200 traditional colleges and universities that turn away more applicants than they admit? And perhaps what this story tells us is how ineffective elementary and secondary education are at serving some people.

What students get in return is harder to measure. Despite the growth and the public money flowing to the schools, they remain a poorly understood corner of higher education. What is clear is that they often focus on groups that many colleges do not, like working adults or students who have not graduated from high school. They place less emphasis on professors with doctorates and more on teachers with practical experience. They offer a narrower range of courses that are more career-oriented, and they schedule classes at times convenient to working students.

But the quality of education can vary. Gail O. Mellow, president of La Guardia Community College in Queens, said that after the Drake Business School, a commercial institution that did not grant degrees, closed last year, La Guardia tried to see if it could help some of the students.

"We found it impossible," she said. "Even though some of these students were at the end of their sophomore year, their level of preparation was so low that they were not passing our basic placement tests."

With somewhere between 1/4 and 1/2 of entering freshmen requiring remediation, perhaps the for-profits are a symptom of troubles elsewhere in the education system, or perhaps in the broader society.

YOU HAVE TO DO YOUR OWN WORK. Illini or Huskie comments on a homework cheating scandal, or something, at Mr Jefferson's University. First, the details.

Department officials said that some problem sets from textbooks used in introductory graduate economics courses have answer keys online. At least one student found answers for a course taken by all first-year students, and apparently shared the information with classmates. Though the solutions were apparently available, David Mills, chair of the economics department, said students should have “known it was off-limits,” but that they instead “used it without the professor being aware.”

Now the commentary.

To tell you the truth, the answers helped...but not nearly as much as one would think. ...and they certainly didn't impact my grade in the course ....and the time I used trying to figure out all of the steps that Greene was skipping in the solutions manual would've been better spent pestering my professor (although she was probably getting sick of seeing me since I was in her office about 10 hours a week).

I can't believe that this is that big a deal. I've seen cheating...I know what cheating is about and I know that this isn't it. No grad professor would ever make the homework worth more than 15% of your grade (if they count it at all)...and simply having the answers without a clear understanding of the material won't help you for the exam.

I agree with Chris, there must be something else going on here.But why would the department bring this to light? They're not making the students look shady...they're making their professors look lazy and dumb for

1) not creating new questions for every year...or even simply creating a stock of reused questions that aren't in the book

2) not realizing that the answers from past students have been available to first year grad students forever.

Indeed. And that nobody in a responsible position said anything the first time 15, or 20, or however many identical problem sets came in squares with the lazy professor hypothesis, or a Steve Levitt observation that the problems were too easy.

At MIT and Chicago, I feel like hardly anyone ever gets a completely right answer to anything.

Yes. And here's another bit of advice to cub economists: asking questions during office hours just might be more productive than cruising the web looking for what might be solutions to related problems ... something that's been downloaded without careful thinking about its applicability is as obvious as an improperly expanded determinant.

CARNIVAL CALL. Carnival of Education 29₍₈₎ returns to The Education Wonks.

A TAXONOMY OF ACADEMIC WEBLOGS. Included in La Profesora Abstraida's roundup of reactions to Ivan the Pusillanimous is a taxonomy of academic weblogger types that Public Brewery expands on.There are additional roundups at Blogs for Industry, Conscientious Objector, and Badgerings. Professor Althouse calls the pusillanimous out.

Man, these people are just too stupid to be trusted with appointments -- and too timorous to deserve to a university position from which to dribble out the contents of their weak little minds.

Tightly Wound has some scorn for the search committees, as well as for the operators of some of the academic weblogs. A carefuly study of the taxonomy puts this in some context.

Seems that the delicate flowers of academic hiring committees are not mentally equipped to deal with the revelatory nature of blogs. Well, okay. It does make sense that if you're spending all your online time kvetching about your ovaries or picking fights with the blogatrice across the way that maybe you shouldn't consider your blog part of your academic output. Point taken. Also, if you're spending all your time fantasizing--in writing--about how you'll get your revenge on that ass of a department head or your own unique sexual predilections--well, could you blame a university for being a little bit cautious?

There's also this.

New faculty might be autonomous! They might have--gasp--opinions! Or personal preferences! Or they might not be willing to shut up and go along like a good little peon! The horror! The nerve!

In other words, if you wanna be an academic, you'd better shut your mouth and get on the reservation, baby. No freedom of expression for you!

I know, I know, being able to hold two contradictory ideas in one's mind simultaneously is a virtue, but I'm getting a little tired of Conformity in Transgressivity accompanying Unity in Diversity all the time, which appears to be the "fit" Ivan the Pusillanimous and his colleagues are seeking.

YUM.

You Are Coffee Ice Cream

Energetic and lively, you are always on the go. You're doing a million things at once and doing them well. You tend to motivate others and raise spirits. You are most compatible with chocolate ice cream.

What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?

OLDER THAN THE AMERICAN TOP 40. This Day in Music will let you know what topped the charts the day you were born, as well as suggesting what your life's them song is. There was a British Top 40 the day I showed up, with Cara Mia by David Whitfield with Mantovani topping the charts; on the theme-setting 18th birthday, the British topper is Alice Cooper's School's Out for the Summer, and the U.S. topper is Gilbert O'Sullivan's Alone Again, Naturally. Perhaps if I had grasped the meaning of the former ...

IN PRAISE OF SOCIAL DISTANCE. Kimberly at Number 2 Pencil comments on the rediscovery of school dress codes ... for teachers! (The Newsday link is now absorbed; Stop The Blackmail provided one from the Sun-Times and here's one from Lancaster Online.)

"There's an impression that teachers are dressing more and more — well, the good term for it would be 'relaxed,'" said Bill Scharffe, director of bylaws and policy services for the Michigan Association of School Boards. "Another term for it would be 'sloppy.'"

Quite so. Libertarian Commentary takes a rather harsh view of teacher objections to the policy, although he's managed to combine both of The Superintendent's explanations for the loss of respect teachers have been suffering in one paragraph.

Another reason to avoid public schools like the plague: considering how the students are allowed to dress, it is no surprise that the teachers would be stripping down as well. In private schools, dress codes for students, teachers, staff, yes, and even parents, are expected and encouraged. For the unionized teachers who claim to be "professionals" to show up to teach children wearing such garments is, of course, an admission that they are NOT professional - unless they are moonlighting in another profession entirely.

Here's the Number 2 Pencil take, making the same points a bit less bluntly.

What a stunning lack of judgment on the part of Oglesby, who has apparently taken the "everything is equally good" mantra from education schools and tried to apply it to the professional academic world. I assume she believes these sorts of statement dignify her profession; on the contrary, it suggests that she honestly doesn't see any difference between the professional demeanor of a woman covered in tattoos, baring cleavage and belly, and one wearing comfortable, modest attire.

Let alone a proper power suit.

WAITING FOR DENNIS. Tropical depressions get to keep their names; plain old low pressure centers do not. I think it still was Dennis that tossed a few rain bands into south central Wisconsin this morning; still not enough rain to alleviate the drought in northern Illinois. It's now a more severe drought than the one that was relieved on August 8, 1988, when the Almighty decided to express disapproval of the first night game at Wrigley Field.

BUT AT LEAST THEY'RE CULTURALLY COMPETENT. Charlie Sykes notes Toyota's decision to locate a factory in Ontario rather than Dixie. No, it has nothing to do with health benefits.

Nissan and Honda have encountered difficulties getting new plants up to full production in recent years in Mississippi and Alabama due to an untrained - and often illiterate - workforce. In Alabama, trainers had to use "pictorials" to teach some illiterate workers how to use high-tech plant equipment.

The rot is not confined to the shop floor, according to Joanne Jacobs.

States spend nearly a quarter of a billion dollars a year on remedial writing instruction for their employees, according to a new report that says the indirect costs of sloppy writing probably hurt taxpayers even more.

And that's making due allowance for bureaucratese.

ANOTHER REASON TO HATE LATTE LIBERALS? Susan Lenfestey of the Minneapolis Star-Tribune pays a visit to the Upper Lakes.

Recently I drove from Mackinac Island, Michigan, to Minneapolis. Making that trip in a 15-year-old VW van, with no AC, is like spending the day in a crock pot, but it does give a person time to observe the terrain and to think about the lives of folks in the upper Midwest as we get ready to celebrate our nation's independence.

We're off to a good start. Motor vehicles are not allowed on the Island; St. Ignace or Mackinaw City are more likely starting points. At least we are spared the snarking that would ensue when the writer discovers that the Island is end-point of not one, but two, major offshore yacht races, judging by what follows.

Driving across Michigan's Upper Peninsula is like driving across Alaska, without the scenery. In the last 30 years the changes to the flinty landscape have been few, though now there are trucks everywhere hauling off freshly cut timber. Commerce that isn't based on lumber or mining never seems to take hold in the UP, and everything from farms to auto dealerships to motels sit barren and abandoned.

Would you really like to try farming in Siberian conditions, only with more lake-effect snow?

What has changed is the people and their politics. The iron-hard bodies of the scrappy farmers and miners have given way to fast-food pudge, just as their left-leaning political views, long the solid core of the Democratic Party, have given way to a George Bush go-it-alone belligerence, with trucks and T-shirts sporting sentiments having mostly to do with guns (love 'em) and gays (hate 'em) or support for our troops.

Gosh. Somebody's nostalgic for the Twin Pines cooperatives imported from Finland about the same time as the abortive 1905 Russian Revolution. Read enough of this stuff, however, and one is tempted to suggest that the chattering classes in their salons on Hennepin Avenue or the west side of Madison or the usual fever swamps of the coast ought to ask whether or not they are giving the rest of the country reason to hate them.

If you can get any local radio at all, your choices are Christian, country, hard rock or oldies, which about sums up who's still inhabiting this neck of the woods -- rock for the crystal meth crowd, country for the hefty moms in GMC minivans, oldies for, well, oldies, and Christian for just about everyone else.

When you drop down into Wisconsin everything changes, from the terrain to the light. Chalky soils give way to chocolate-colored loam, and the sun loses its hard edge. But many of the small towns here are dead too, and Wal-Marts shimmer like mirages in what just five years ago were corn and hay fields. This time of year there are also small tents all along the way selling fireworks, many of them flying the Confederate flag, an odd choice given the nature of the holiday we're about to celebrate with their wares. Of course the Confederate flag does fly below the Green Bay Packer flag.

On the outskirts of Chippewa Falls I listened to President Bush on the radio speaking of the sacrifices necessary to "do the job" in Iraq, while in the dusky soft night I could see colt-legged children dancing on tidy lawns, twirling little American flags and sparklers (both probably made in China), their decent, I'm sure, hard-working parents looking on.

And this writer concludes by suggesting that the President is engaging in skewed and wishful thinking. Egad. Easier to suggest that the masses suffer from false consciousness than to understand how those parents manage to keep their decency.

OLD SCHOOL TIES. Katie at Constrained Vision has a link to an exchange on teacher pay between two Wisconsin labor economists, both of whom finished their dissertations about the same time I finished mine. One is currently chairman at Missouri-Columbia, the other president of the Economic Policy Institute. There has been a bit of evolution in both of their thinking over the past 25 years.

THE TROUBLE WITH TRIBBLES. A pseudonomyous but prissy professor of humanities somewhere in the midwest suggests that the academic weblog might be a career-killer. This comment at Dan Drezner's pretty well sums up the impression the post gives.

Increasingly, academia comes across as a stereotypical small town ruled by Mr and Mrs Pecksniff and their friends. Why would anyone want to spend time there?

Who needs a Mr and Mrs Pecksniff, tribbles are born pregnant and don't have to recruit, right? University Diaries has a similar reaction.

Sadder yet is the academic stereotype of timid conventionality that the tone as well as the anonymity of this piece reflect.

Public Brewery has the literature review, if you will. Jeff at Quid nomen illius? uses the column as antidote to cognitive dissonance.

For my part, you know who I am and you know I will call out the poseurs, the pusillanimous, and the political hacks as it suits me.

THINGS THAT MAKE YOU SAY D'OH! Hybrid vehicles threaten commuters' trip in the fast lane.

Instead of crawling out of bed at 4 a.m. to beat the morning rush, Frank Murphy sleeps late these days. He says he owes it all to his hybrid car _ and a law that has some of his fellow commuters upset. Drivers of the environmentally friendly cars are allowed to cruise solo in Virginia's car pool lanes, slicing Murphy's daily two-hour commute in half. And since buying a hybrid 18 months ago, Murphy is leaving his home as much as three hours later.

"The quality of life has gone up tremendously," he said.

But Murphy's joy is a source of irritation for his co-worker, Kristine Johnson, who does not own a hybrid. To travel in the car pool lane, she lingers at a commuter lot until two strangers agree to ride with her.

The inconvenience pays off less than it used to: Johnson complains that hybrids are making car pool lanes as congested as regular lanes.

"It's not fair," Johnson said. "In the afternoon it's all hybrids around me. I used to be able to go home in 30 minutes. Now it takes 45."

I suppose this is why I'm still paid. No matter how many times I mention that incentives matter, somebody still misses it.

Brian D. Taylor, director of UCLA's Institute of Transportation Studies, argues against linking hybrids with car pool lanes, which he says exist for an unrelated purpose: taking cars off the road.

"It would be sort of like saying you should allow nurses and school teachers to exceed the speed limit because they contribute positive things to society," Taylor said.

Joe Waldman, general manager of northern Virginia's Landmark Honda, said officials should not be so quick to blame crowded car pool lanes on hybrids. He noted that solo drivers in regular vehicles continue to violate the rules, despite stepped-up enforcement and a new state law doubling some fines to as much as $1,000 for a fourth offense.

But Virginia Department of Transportation spokeswoman Joan Morris said, "Even if we got rid of all the violators tomorrow, we'd still have a capacity problem."

In order: there's a reason ambulances, fire trucks, and the Ghost Busters have lights and sirens. Absent some kind of perfect enforcement, carpool lane cheats will be there even at much higher fines. The capacity problem? Do we want to revisit the use of the Highway Trust Fund as an accounting fiddle to reduce the federal deficit?

TITANIC LANDS PASSENGERS IN NEW YORK. Word. Go to Ellis Island custom list microfilm P75-3983 and look toward the end of the roll.

Alas, the ancestors whose entry records I'm seeking were not passengers. But having a lot of this stuff indexed on-line helps.

BADGER FOOTBALL. Red jerseys and all. (Via It Comes in Pints, fudge yeah!)

THE ONION'S GUIDE TO FEMINIST THEORY. Housewife Charged in Sex-For-Security Scam.

During the arrest, Akron police officials entered the Crandall household and seized more than 150 items Mrs. Crandall had received from her husband over the last 19 years, including a four-speed adjustable food processor, 12 pairs of earrings, a matching sofa and loveseat, a box of two-ply kitchen garbage bags, and a portable radio.

In exchange for these items, Agee said, Crandall's husband received sex an estimated 950 times—most frequently in the master bedroom, but also in the downstairs den three times, and once on the floor of the sewing room.

In addition to physical evidence, Akron police have collected considerable eyewitness testimony. More than 250 Akron residents have come forward to report seeing Helen and Russell Crandall together, and several said they witnessed Mr. Crandall flagrantly purchasing items for his wife.

"Sure, they'd come in here," said Ray Greene of Greene's House and Home. "I think the last time they got one of those box fans with the three settings."

Perhaps the most damaging testimony has come from Mr. Crandall himself, who on Tuesday told police that while the couple was dating in 1977, Mrs. Crandall—then known as Helen Steuben—demanded that he buy her a ring worth over $1,000 before he could have sex with her. The first sexual liaison took place some six months later at Bob's Honeymooner Hotel during an all-expenses-paid trip to Niagara Falls.

It was also in 1977, Mr. Crandall said, that his wife quit her job at Shippee Shoes in downtown Akron.

"Clearly," Summit County prosecutor Andrew Dravecky said, "after quitting her job, the accused began receiving money under the table from some other source: How else could she have afforded to not work? It's now pretty apparent that at that point she began supporting herself by providing a certain service to Mr. Crandall."

No doubt there are Overly Earnest People, some of whom might hold tenure in cultural studies and related fields, who will find nothing funny in the story or in my circulating it. Deal with it.

EXCESSIVE CONFIDENCE? Hurricane Dennis is enroute to the Florida Keys. A radio news report from Cape Canaveral indicates that Discovery will stay on its launch pad for the anticipated July 13 launch rather than be returned to its hangar. Lots of second-guessing potential here.

INSUFFICIENTLY COSMOPOLITAN.

You Are 78% American

You're as American as red meat and shooting ranges. Tough and independent, you think big. You love everything about the US, wrong or right. And anyone who criticizes your home better not do it in front of you!

How American Are You?

Via Shot in the Dark.

FRAMING THE HYPOTHESIS CORRECTLY? David at Liberty and Power notes the difficulty of using the absence of terrorist attacks as evidence for the success of a campaign as well as the presence of a terrorist attack as a continued cassus belli. The same logic problem apparently arises with opponents of war.

When will the pro-war side construct a set of arguments that can be tested by Karl Popper's falsifiability principle? In other words, when will they tell us how their position can be refuted? We are waiting.

Hmmm, did the assembly of U.S., Canadian, Commonwealth, Free French and Free Polish troops and materiel along the Channel coast provoke the buzz-bombs and flying gas mains? In that conflict, a relatively straightforward test was present: the unconditional surrender of the Axis powers, obtained without distinction between the leaders and the led. In the instant conflict, the objective is to identify the leaders and the true believers without benefit of state organizations to reform or destroy, or of identifiable armed forces to render powerless.

There is a somewhat more subtle problem with hypothesis testing to keep in mind, the cases of false positives (evidence points to a terror organization or a weapons program that turns out not to be there) and false negatives (no evidence of a terror organization or a bioweapon that turns out to be used.) Any use of the falsifiability principle ought to include consideration of the loss function and its power against false positives and false negatives (these do not have to be symmetric, all of our practice with t-tests to the contrary.)

SECOND SECTION: Herewith Lexington at Chicago's loss function.

Neither America nor Britain are going to be defeated by these means. The terrorists lack the means to destroy the core of our power. And any attempt to appease the terrorists or placate them will be taken, correctly, as weakness and will only lead to further demands and further violence. They cannot be negotiated with, since their goals are effectively infinite -- the establishment of a regime like the Taliban, imposed on the entire world. So, by whatever twisted course, ongoing violent confrontation, and the ultimate defeat of Islamic terrorism, is going to be the long-term outcome. A lot of people are going to die first. Even so, fear nothing. How we live is what matters, and when we die is, by and large, out of our hands. What we make of this country and this time we live in and what we hand on to those who come after are what matters. Our generation has had the task imposed on it of fighting and destroying these terrorists. It will be hard, and it will be ugly, but we will do what needs to be done.

QUOTE FOR THE DAY. Arnold Kling has been thinking about Live 8.

Remember that unlike the Folk Song Army of Tom Lehrer's song, you have no monopoly on good intentions. A morality play in which those who care crusade against those who are square makes for great theater. However, it is not a realistic basis for economic policy.

Read the whole thing.

Mr Lehrer's introduction to his song is worth repeating.

It takes a certain amount of courage to get up in a coffee-house or a college auditorium and come out in favor of the things that everybody else in the audience is against like peace and justice and brotherhood and so on. The nicest thing about a protest song is that it makes you feel so good.

Bill at Atlantic Blog has also been distinguishing substantive from symbolic efforts to improve conditions in Africa.

AFTERMATH. Going Underground reports on the Underground resuming service on lines not affected by yesterday's bombings. The special congestion fee for automobiles driven into the City has been waived. Live from the Third Rail looks at the recovery time for subways that have been disrupted. For reference, the Chicago subways were closed for about three weeks following the 1992 floods.

OUR NEIGHBORS AT WAR. Cassandra at Villainous Company links to a map that will provide names, ages, and brief bio-sketches of our war dead in Afghanistan and Iraq. Her observation: "Something we should not forget." Indeed not.

TRACTION ORANGE. Radio reporting the domestic alert level to be raised from yellow to orange for mass transit. No clarification yet whether that is the buses, trolleys, and elevateds only, or if that applies to the commuter trains as well.

THE CLARIFICATION HAS COME. Buses and passenger rail of all kinds, including regional and inter-city trains.

TUBE ATTACKED. Going Underground have been covering this event since around 9 am London time, when media reported an explosion at the Liverpool Street underground station. Cold Spring Shops endorses Live from the Third Rail's best wishes and hope for the people in London.

This map shows five bomb sites. The bad guys chose locations that would be full of commuters. Edgware Road is near Paddington Station; Tavistock Square not far from Euston; Kings' Cross takes its name from the nearby terminus of the East Coast Main Line, nearby St. Pancras is relatively idle these days with the Channel Tunnel construction in progress; and Aldgate is near Liverpool Street, with lots of arriving commuters. Russell Square is near the British Museum, a popular destination for tourists and researchers.

Electric Commentary have been following coverage by the main media. CTA Tattler reports additional security now in place on the L.

THE PROJECT GOES ON. The work of Enoch Crosby, Solomon Hopkins, Jeremiah Hopkins, the Dutchess County Militia, and the Signers remains a work in progress. Spare a moment for their successors-in-arms around the world. Enjoy Independence Day.

FINDING THOSE MISSING MEN. The powers that be at the University of Wisconsin system continue to dig themselves deeper. Embattled student affairs specialist Paul Barrows has become the symbol of administrative bloat, or a totem for know-nothings that are looking for excuses to bash the university, depending on whom you ask. Wisconsin chancellor John Wiley, a successor to Donna "Queen of Clubs" Shalala, is not faring too well in the story.

Barrows said the leave that Wiley approved for him in November was classified as "family/personal leave." He maintains that he hasn't knowingly broken any rules in his use of sick time because he was told that category of leave did not require any medical excuse from his doctor.

University officials on Monday said they have a letter from Barrows' doctor authorizing the leave. But they said the letter can't be released without an OK from Barrows' lawyer; the officials said they were still waiting to hear from him Monday night.

Barrows on Monday said no such letter exists because his doctor declined to sign it - as recently as Monday afternoon, when Barrows said Wiley called his doctor asking for it.

"He got a call from John Wiley asking if he could sign the letter and get it over to him as soon as possible," Barrows said. "My doctor said he is not going to say he was treating me through this entire period (as the letter would indicate) because he hasn't been."

The university only has a draft copy of the letter with no signatures, Barrows maintained. Barrows said he asked his doctor to sign the draft on June 10, as a sign to Wiley that he was "working in good faith" to get his job back, but since then has decided that getting the letter signed would be wrong.

"I was not sick during the time that I was gone," he said.

Barrows, 53, of Madison began his seven-month leave in November when Wiley removed him as vice chancellor because of the relationship with the graduate student. A reorganization of the student affairs division he led was announced at the same time, in which Barrows' job was eliminated and his duties were given to other supervisors.

There's more.

Wiley also acknowledged last week that he told Barrows to look for other work during the leave - although publicly, when the leave was announced, university officials said they expected Barrows to return to take another job involving diversity issues, Barrows' specialty during much of his 16 years at UW-Madison.

While on leave, Barrows applied for at least two jobs at universities in Ohio and Texas, angering state lawmakers when they learned of the interviews about two weeks ago. They questioned the legitimacy of his medical leave, noting he was well enough to apply for other jobs during it.

Barrows said he felt betrayed that he was being criticized for taking a leave and seeking other jobs when both of those things were approved by Wiley.

"Wiley told me to stay away and he was my job reference for every job I applied for (during the leave)," he said.

Barrows said the leave was designed in part to help him deal with the "stress" of being demoted. The failed relationship also was a factor.

"What I was stressed about was the fact that I had a woman who was so obsessed with me that she was willing to do anything to get me back, even if it meant taking me down," he said Monday.

Wiley has acknowledged that he learned about the relationship shortly before the leave, after the woman complained about some aspect of it. He said Barrows' dating the student was a serious mistake in judgment that required his demotion, but noted it was not a violation of university rules because it was consensual and because the woman, who also worked at the university, was not supervised by Barrows.

Never mind that Mr Barrows's squeeze has the opportunity to exploit her connections to the director of diversity to mau-mau other university employees.

Mr Barrows's lawyer turns out to be a piece of work.

"The legislators who made a $1 million cut in the UW Madison budget because they are unhappy about the Barrows matter are a bunch of nihilists who are drunk with power. The sooner the citizens of this state realize that and get rid of them, the better off we'll all be."

Isn't the Diversity Boondoggle a more likely place to look for nihilists drunk with power?

Some state legislators also allege partisanship.

Sen. Russell Decker (D-Weston) said the Republicans were the ones at fault.

"Republicans like to throw a bomb and ask questions later," said Decker, who sits on the Joint Finance Committee. "The university's administration has certainly stumbled in the last couple of months. But that shouldn't take away our focus on a top-notch institution."

Not everybody agrees. Herewith the editorial board of the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel, many of whom secretly wish Frank Zeidler would come out of retirement.

University of Wisconsin-Madison officials handed the tax freeze crowd a nice fat target, complete with crosshairs, with the way they handled the case of Paul Barrows, onetime vice chancellor of student affairs and then a $150,000-a-year "consultant" and now a program specialist. Who can blame anyone for wanting to put more taxpayer controls on a state agency that shows such disregard for taxpayer dollars?

At the Capital Times, where Fighting Bob LaFollette is likely the last Republican to be spoken well of, more of the same.

Whether one chooses to believe the version of events as presented by Wiley, or by Barrows, it is evident that Wiley has done a miserable job of managing the mess. From the start, the chancellor has operated as if the UW is a privileged institution that plays by a different set of rules from the rest of society. He has failed to deal with legislators or the media in a transparent manner. He has not responded quickly, or well, to public scrutiny. And, at virtually every turn, he has offended the very officials who must decide whether to meet the UW's requests for state funding.

There's also this sidelight.

In another development Monday, the university said it would also investigate a medical professor who was jailed last week after being convicted of stalking. Nancy Lynch, a legal counsel for the university, said UW-Madison can't fire the associate professor, Steven Clark, without just cause.

"It's hard to discipline and dismiss a faculty member," she said.

While the university investigates, Clark will continue to pull his $67,000 annual salary. He might resume his university duties under a work-release program for which he has applied, Lynch said.

No double-secret probation for the Faculty of Medicine. Fraternities are another matter.

Does it come as any surprise that Mr Barrows was recruited from the University of Massachusetts (ZooMass) during the Donna Shalala years? It is also no accident that current athletic director and football coach Barry Alvarez was recruited during the reign of the Queen of Clubs. That hire has also proven to be a Faustian bargain; yes, three Rose Bowl wins over six years impress, but no, an athletics program with a full-time parole officer does not.

But what about the missing men? A reader of this post suggests by private message that I did, indeed, correctly characterize one of the people featured in Declining by Degrees. In my reply, I noted that such people as Mr Barrows and Mr Frohnmayer are running the universities because people such as the reader, or I, choose not to become more involved in administration. By default, the careerists and the diversity boondogglers get to run the show. Or perhaps not. I have mentioned that there have been two or three fruitless dean searches at Northern Illinois University, for different colleges. Might that be the sound of Atlas shrugging? Find me the man or woman who can simultaneously work with a faculty originally recruited as traditional scholars, a legislature that would like to spend less money on public universities while ensuring that undergraduates finish more rapidly and more frequently, and an administration that professes to cherish its Research Comprehensive status while starving the scholarship of resources.

GOING TO THE MARTIAN HOP. The Tenth Mountain Division of the U.S. Army provide well-rehearsed extras for the latest War of the Worlds. A Sacramento columnist suggests that War is a popular topic for uncertain times: terrorism, the Soviet threat, and Nazis to name three. (Heck, there's probably an essay somewhere suggesting that the dreadnought race inspired Wells to write the story in the first place; for some reason I keep thinking of that passage in Capital describing capital as dead labour that, vampire-like, exists by sucking living labour, with the Earth-saving microbes an allegory of the internal contradictions of capitalism. There is a reason economists oughtn't teach literary criticism.)

How, then, explain the proliferation of rip-offs no matter how placid or how turbulent the times? Consider the Clinton era Independence Day, or for that matter, the Carter era debut of Star Wars, which the youngsters know as episode IV?

Did you know that some people who heard Orson Welles's 1938 radio version of War are still giving interviews?

LIVE 8 WILL KILL PEOPLE. Mahalanobis disagrees with the Official Live 8 Position on international trade. (Hat tip: Voluntary Xchange.)

USE THEIR OWN RULES AGAINST THEM. Nothing like a long weekend during the summer recess to bring out the craziness in academic administrators. University of Oregon president David Frohnmayer's lackeys have released more of their plans to build the culturally competent faculty. Their intent might have been to sneak it past everybody, but they've been spotted, and Herrn. Schneider u. Schwarz have added the relevant information to their file.

Joanne Jacobs has a link to a workshop intended to reinforce the propensity of some search committees to hire sycophants of color for cultural competence. A close reading of the text suggests that invented spelling is on the list of competences to be identified.

King at SCSU Scholars notes the effect of requiring faculty to attend mandatory summer (meaning unpaid labor; administrations are faculty unions' best friends these days) re-education as part of a five year diversity plan on the morale of faculty members from the Former Soviet Union.

It occurs to me that the nomenclature and implementation are contrary to the very civil rights laws the Diversity Boondogglers exist to enforce. Isn't the creation of five year plans and mandatory re-education creating a hostile work environment for immigrant faculty from the old Warsaw Pact? Many of the affected faculty members evidently are keeping their credentials up-to-date and contemplating new jobs. You mean the Diversity Boondoggle, stripped of all pretense, isn't "if you can find a better job, take it," all over again? All that's missing is the stationery from the human resources department watermarked with the broken-necked crane.

TEMPERING PRINCIPLE WITH PRACTICALITY. Public Brewery commends a column by Amanda Leisgang that objects to a legislative proposal that would preclude University of Wisconsin health services from providing morning-after contraceptives to students. The quote he highlights:

Some critics of the morning-after pill call it chemical abortion. Others feel that it promotes promiscuous, irresponsible behavior. All of these concerns are understandable, and it is admirable that these opponents feel so strongly about their beliefs. The world needs more people that take a stand instead of sitting on the fence.

On this issue, though, they are dead wrong. People can wish and hope and pray that their children will make responsible sexual decisions. The only way that people can expect their children to be responsible is if they are properly equipped with information and choices. Instead of taking away a birth control option, these "pro-life'' lawmakers should be focusing on medically appropriate sexual education. Tell your children and students in school that abstinence, condoms and the traditional birth control pill prevent pregnancy. If people know the facts, they are more likely to make the right choices.

That's a point Reason's Ronald Bailey made some time ago, suggesting the U.S. Food and Drug Administration is exceeding its authority with some objections to approving this pill for minors.

The FDA claimed Plan B had not been tested in enough adolescent females to prove that it's safe for them to use. However, proponents saw the FDA's assertions as a political move to appease the Bush administration's pro-life allies.

After all, agency staffers noted that this was the first time this issue had ever been raised. "The agency has not [previously] distinguished the safety and efficacy of Plan B and other forms of hormonal contraception among different ages of women of childbearing potential, and I am not aware of any compelling scientific reason for such a distinction in this case," wrote John Jenkins, director of the FDA's Office of New Drugs, in an internal memo leaked to The Washington Post.

Yes, medication is medication, and culture is culture, and division of labor enables efficiencies. The problem, however, is that the University of Wisconsin's health service crossed a cultural line in the way it informed students of the availability of this pill. Owen at Boots and Sabers raised the cultural point; a newspaper article provided additional discussion. At the time, I noted some other unintended consequences.

If the condom fails and the kids don't have the morning-after pill, they still have three months to deal with one "unwanted effect" in the feminist way. The chlamydia or the herpes will be another matter.

I neglected to mention the psychological effects; the Chicago Sun-Times had that part of the story. (Additional links here.) That's missing from Ms Leisgang's argument as well. Consider:

The morning-after pill is a vital tool in giving women control over their bodies. Since its inception, it has been an indispensable tool for women who may have an unintended pregnancy from accident or rape. To take this tool away from women, especially those women who are typically young and broke on college campuses is absurd. The use of any contraception, including the morning-after pill, is a decision that should be made solely by a woman and her doctor.

That "control" argument is quite old; it has been a staple of the abortion wars for years. Rape, incest, life of the mother. Tay-Sachs. Downs syndrome? Tests reveal it's going to be a girl? A DNA scan suggests a predisposition to homosexuality? Where does that control cross a line?

Do the woman, or her hook-up of the moment, have any obligations toward each other beyond being careful about what fluids are exchanged?

Likewise with the morning-after pill. By its neutrality toward the spring break rabbit culture, the University has suggested that some of those "right choices" Ms Leisgang alludes to are, well, more nuanced. But perhaps Wisconsin's health service has acquiesced in a line that the entering students have already been allowed to cross. Consider the young lady from Alabama who apparently has paid with her life for what she called "fun." Why Aruba as a senior trip destination? Senior trip -- a relatively recent invention in the scheme of things -- used to be fraught with meaning: Washington, D.C., for a taste of the great traditions; or Manhattan or Chicago for a look at the pinnacle of the working world the younglings are entering. An island with an 18 year old drinking age ... naw, that's not a reason for picking a senior trip destination.

Perhaps it is to those mixed signals the schools and universities are sending that the legislators are responding.

GOOD INTEL? Thursday morning, Paul at Electric Commentary had a post on the retirement of Justice Sandra Day O'Connor, which he withdrew at noon. (Dang ... and here I thought one of my sources has some really good sources ...) Justice O'Connor did announce her retirement Friday morning, and he anticipates a real scrap over the nomination.

TOO HOT TO HIGHBALL? Live from the Third Rail notes that some Washington, D.C. area suburban trains running on the old Baltimore and Ohio run slower on hot days account CSX Transportation rules slowing trains to reduce the risk of derailment on sun kinks.

Are there temperature-related speed restrictions in the Chicago area? I believe so, but they're less stringent than CSX's on the major carriers, Union Pacific, Canadian Pacific, and Burlington Northern Santa Fe, and much of the track is Metra's, which gives them some discretion to limit the use of tracks by freight trains that might subject the track to additional stresses. We've also learned a few things about sun kinks and anchoring rails, starting with a rather scary North Shore derailment at Racine in the 1920s.

NO TAX LIKE AN OLD TAX. USA Today discovers a "temporary" telephone excise tax enacted to help pay for the 1898 campaigns against Spain that is still yielding revenues. That story reminded me of a Vietnam-era protest in which people did not pay that part of their telephone bill they interpreted as supporting the war. That protest is still around; this site gives a slightly different history of the excise tax, as well as some interesting advice for tax protestors.

PLAY AS WRITTEN. Thus Arturo Toscanini's preparation of the NBC Symphony for a performance. Thus, also (subject to the constraints of placing the action in early-21st-century New Jersey and New England) with the latest setting of H.G. Wells's War of the Worlds. Chris on the L&N Line has reviewed it; here's Anthony Breznican and selected review excerpts (including one excessively earnest fellow) in USA Today; there's a site called Rotten Tomatoes with lots of reviews; the movie is scoring at best a C minus there. One wonders if some of the reviewers who grumble about the ending ever sat down and read the book.

There is also a recently released independent version of War of The Worlds available on DVD.

"Imagine that you're making this movie that you've been wanting to make since you were 10 years old, and the most successful director in the world is making the same movie."

Must find this.

Must also attempt to understand how extremely intelligent beings can obtain nourishment from the fresh blood of animals that have digestive tracts and not suffer from coliform infections or trichonosis. Wells himself never addressed that point.

SECOND SECTION: Kennelworthy on the Ole Reliable also has a review up. Sean at The American Mind likes the idea of playing as written, as Classical Values notes.