Columbus and Graduation

You dig independent and foreign films, you don’t even mind subtitles, and you have four hours to kill. Here’s your 2017 double feature extraordinaire.

Columbus is a beautiful, slow paced film that explores how to balance personal ambition and family commitment. Columbus, Indiana, not Ohio. Showing now in independent theaters. Two thumbs up from Alison Byrnes who was the only Millennial at her screening.

From the NYT review:

“Jin (John Cho), an English-to-Korean book translator in Seoul, travels to Columbus after his father, an architecture historian, collapses while in town for a talk. As Jin waits to find out whether his semi-estranged father will ever regain consciousness, he strikes up a friendship with Casey (Haley Lu Richardson), a tour guide and lifelong Columbus resident. A year out of high school, she is tempted to leave to study architecture, but she fears for the well-being of her unpredictable blue-collar mother (Michelle Forbes), for whom she cooks and essentially looks after.”

Graduation provides a lasting feel for life in Romania, and by extension, many other countries where people’s daily lives are shaped by connections and corruption. It also explores how to balance personal ambition and family commitment.

From the NYT review:

“You might think of Romeo Aldea (Adrian Titieni) as a helicopter parent, a father whose heavy investment in his daughter’s success seems both laudable and a little frightening. For Romeo, a doctor in a provincial Romanian city, Eliza (Maria Dragus) — his only child, in her last year of high school — represents his only basket and all the eggs inside. He clings to the faith that his thwarted ambition, his battered idealism and his dented self-esteem will all be vindicated if Eliza wins a competitive scholarship to study in England. He and his depressive wife, Magda (Lia Bugnar), who lived in exile before their return to Romania after the end of Communism, are not up to leaving again. Eliza’s escape would be an antidote to her father’s disappointment with the spiritually and morally desolate place his country has become.”

Available on Netflix.

The Right Way To Have Difficult Conversations

The first step, according to Celeste Headlee:

“. . . be curious and have a genuine willingness to learn something from someone else—even someone with whom you vehemently disagree. I’m a mixed-race woman, just a few generations removed from slavery, but I’ve had valuable conversations with segregationists and members of the Sons of the Confederate Veterans.”

Headlee adds:

“Another crucial skill in difficult conversations is to resist the impulse to constantly decide whether you agree with what someone else is saying. The purpose of listening is to understand, not to determine whether someone else is right or wrong, an ally or an opponent.

Often, we decide very quickly whether we will agree with someone. We listen for certain words that might be clues to their politics or faith and use them to categorize people, trying to figure out who thinks like we do and who thinks differently. But these snap judgments usually aren’t very accurate, and they close us off from getting a more complete picture.

Psychologists call this tendency to lump people into groups the ‘halo and horns effect.’ When we approve of some salient quality of another person, we are more likely to judge them positively in other respects. The opposite is true as well.”

Headlee’s book, “We Need to Talk: How to Have Conversations that Matter” is out today.

What Endures?

Thomas C. Corley asks why are some people rich and some people poor? Following a five-year long research project, he concocted a supposed blueprint for becoming wealthy. Unsurprisingly, his findings have found a large audience.

Most interesting to me about his methodology is what he doesn’t do or ask. He never tells any wealthy individual’s story; consequently, they remain mythical superior beings. Corley’s work contributes to the myth that wealthy people’s lives are way better than everyone else’s. It’s as if the wealthy have no experience with negative emotions; failed relationships; existential crises; health challenges; and even death. Jeff Bezos, Bill Gates, and Warren Buffett will live forever won’t they?

People need a philosophy of wealth more than a blueprint. How much is enough? Wealth towards what ends? What endures?

 

Friday Assorted Links

1. The first year of college. “There I was, alone, with all these people around.”

2. Why teachers need their freedom.

“Alice and I decided to take the risk . . . . The mandated curriculum, we decided, would never be enough to encourage our students to love reading and writing.”

“When Alice and I decided to teach outrageously, our attitudes about our work improved, which data suggests improved our students’ attitudes. Teaching outrageously, it seems, also put us at a decreased risk for burnout because it allowed us to take control of our craft.”

3. I’m down with yoga and and I’m down with dogs, but spare me the Doga.

4. A 24 year old woman rode 86,573.2 miles, for an average of 237.19 miles per day for 365 straight days. Mostly on a 7 mile loop in Tampa, FL. Mind numbing.

Sunday’s Salish Sea Swim

Moving from the burbs to the rural coast was my idea. The Good Wife was perfectly content in our old crib. I promised to reassess in two years, now six months and counting.

To her credit, she’s giving our new location an honest effort. She’s met way more neighbors than me; she picks free-range fruit; she’s turned into a kayaker extraordinaire; and today, she went Next Level.

A neighbor-friend swam across our Budd Inlet (and back) a couple of years ago with his cousin. Then he repeated the feat a month ago with his daughter. That second crossing was all the inspiration the Gal Pal needed. She started talking about her attempt, but I have to confess, it didn’t totally register until a few days ago. Selflessly, neighbor-friend volunteered to swim with her and his wife and son signed on to escort the two of them in double kayaks.

At the last minute, even though I’m not in great swim shape, I decided to join in the fun. So Sunday morning at 9:19a I took off for the Cooper Point bluff following the lead of my intrepid kayak escort famous on Instagram as “Smoothie Girl”. I thought the 1.5 mile crossing would take me somewhere between 40-45 minutes.

At 100m I thought it was too damn cold for 90 minutes, but I acclimated quickly afterwards, and despite some cold pockets, the temp wasn’t an issue. The conditions, as you can see below, were perfect. Apart from a few boat wakes, the water was so still it was like swimming in our small, protected, go-to lake. Not so perfect was the gradual breakdown of my already sorry stroke; swimming over two giant jellies about 10-15′ below me; and some rando vegetation. The rookie that I am, I also thought a harmless seagull was going to dive bomb me.

I broke my cadence a lot because it took Smoothie Girl and me awhile to sync up. Note to self, build in a simulation swim or two. Forty-eight minutes later, I touched down on the Cooper Point shore. A few minutes after that I reversed course, telling SG, “I think I can make it back.”

The highlight of the return was crossing up with the Good Wife. I never thought we’d kiss in the middle of the Salish Sea. SG ripped me for not sighting better, but I told her it was up to her to sheepdog me, at which point, things improved. I tried to settle into a rhythm. The sun came out which made the view of the Capital Building six miles away even more scenic. I started counting breaths to 100, over and over. Touched terra firma in 1:41, quite a bit slower than guessed.

Way more impressive than my feat was the Gal Pal’s. Without her initiative I never would’ve spent Sunday morning in the middle of the Salish. It’s a tough physical feat and she nailed it, commenting more on how beautiful it was than how tough. Like fine wine, she’s coming into her own as a hiker, errand running cyclist, Gull Harbor kayaker, and open water swimmer.

Thanks to TM, AL, and CM, and SG, for the escorting and the Good Wife for living life to the fullest all Sunday morning.

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Friday Assorted Links

1. Going viral. Among lefties. Donald Trump is the First White President.

2. Washington State’s own. Harvey and Irma, Married 75 Years, Marvel at the Storms Bearing Their Names.

3. Americans losing faith in college degrees.

4. This 325′ tiny house is too modern for Alison’s taste. She’s waiting for the “Scandinavian cabin model” version.

5. What it’s truly like to be a fashion model. And fat bias starts early and takes a serious toll.

6. DACA recipient: ‘I ask you to defend DACA alongside me because it has helped your community grow’.

7. Why Western Pennsylvania dirt is used in the infields of most MLB stadiums.

8. The economy really is getting better. Here are two key signs.

Paragraphs to Ponder

From the Chronicle of Higher Education:

“Two years after alumnae filed a lawsuit and raised $12 million in a matter of weeks to keep the tiny institution from closing, Sweet Briar College’s faculty and its new president unveiled ambitious plans Wednesday morning to overhaul the curriculum, calendar, and pricing model. Their hope is to turn what has been a genteel women’s college with horses and lakes into a 21st-century liberal-arts institution that attracts young women by promising them leadership skills — and that appeals to their families by costing about the same as Virginia’s flagship public universities.

The curriculum changes, hammered out in just three months by the college’s faculty, will abolish traditional academic departments and instead align professors in three groups, one focusing on engineering, science, and technology, another on the environment and sustainability, and the third on creativity and the arts. A core curriculum highlighting leadership will include 10 to 12 “integrated courses” and be in place for 2018-19 academic year, and the college will drop some of its current majors. Accompanying the curricular changes will be a new calendar replacing two 15-week semesters with a three-week term, a pair of 12-week terms, and a final three-week term.

Meanwhile, the college will “reset” its prices by moving away from a steep sticker price and high discounts. The total for tuition, room and board, and fees will drop from over $50,000 in 2017-18 to $34,000 the following year — just about what an in-state student would pay at the University of Virginia.”

How Colleges Tend to Lose Their Financial Way

I can guess what Wheelock, Sweet Briar, Marygrove, Acquinas, and Holy Cross Colleges have in common because my university is in the midst of it’s own financial crisis of our own making.

The Wall Street Journal describes the dire situation of those institutions in “Some Cash-Strapped Private Colleges Cut Programs, Sell Assets.” The fact that we weren’t referenced means everything is relative.

Here’s how colleges and universities tend to lose their financial way—alumni of modest means + small endowments + rising skepticism regarding the value of a college degree + changing demographics/declining enrollment + steadily increasing tuition discounting + rising healthcare costs + steadily increasing deferred maintenance + the selling of assets + overwhelmed/fallible administrators + futile budgeting practices + inattentive faculty + uninformed alumni.

Here’s a second, simpler equation. Proposed faculty cuts prompt vulnerable faculty to focus on their livelihood much more than the university’s long-term viability = hopelessly misguided social media campaigns and contentious October and November Faculty Assembly meetings.

Some context from the WSJ article:

• The percentage of finance chiefs at private, nonprofit colleges who agreed or strongly agreed that their institutions will be financially stable or sustainable over the next five years fell to 51% this spring, down from 65% the prior year, according to polls by Inside Higher Education and Gallup.

• More than one-third of colleges with full-time enrollments below 3,000 students had operating deficits in fiscal 2016, according to a Moody’s report, up from 20% in fiscal 2013.

• . . . there were nearly two dozen higher-education mergers and acquisitions from 2010 to 2017, nearly twice as many as in the 2000s, according to a tally by Parthenon-EY, a consulting firm.

The fiscal crisis equation in more detail.

Alumni of modest means and small endowments. My college, like the aforementioned ones most likely, does an excellent job of preparing nurses, teachers, and social workers who make middle class money, but don’t have much to give back to their alma mater after adjusting for student debt payments and expensive housing in Western Washington. We don’t prepare nearly as many technology entrepreneurs, investment bankers, or corporate chieftains; as a result, our endowment is $83m. Our spending rate on that is 4.75%, so our endowment takes care of about $4m of our annual $100m in expenses. Across town, the University of Puget Sound’s endowment is over $315m, meaning they have a $15m head start on their reduced expenses given their smaller student body and faculty. Step one in fomenting fiscal crisis, bet your collective lives on a steady stream of tuition dollars.

Rising skepticism regarding the value of a college degree. When it came to employment, twentieth century college graduates had a leg up on their non-degree holding peers. Now that employers have a lot more degree holders to choose among, they are focused mostly on the tangible skills people bring to their teams. Families know that a college degree guarantees far less economic security than it did a couple of decades ago. Consequently, they fret about their “ROI” or return on investment. Meanwhile, lots of people start college, but don’t finish.

Changing demographics/declining enrollment. The number of eighteen year olds in the U.S. peaked 5-7 years ago. Since then, that age cohort has steadily shrunk. Trump and Kim Jong-un have nothing on Deans of Admission in competing markets. Eight years ago, our enrollment peaked at 3,700+. At the time, we had approximately 375 faculty. Today, our enrollment is 3,100 and we have approximately 375 faculty. That is our financial crisis in two sentences.

Steadily increasing tuition discounting. Last year, at my university, if everyone paid full freight, we would’ve brought in $114m in tuition and I would’ve received a salary increase. However, minus the $51m we awarded in financial aid, we netted $63m, meaning the average family paid 55% of the advertised price. Although an economist faculty friend who is a lot smarter than me on this subject isn’t worried about the tuition discount rate, I have to believe our steadily increasing discount rate will become untenable at some point.

Rising healthcare costs. Our university pays a lot towards our very good health insurance. Being a large group, we’ve avoided the exorbitant increases in premiums and related costs that most individuals have seen in recent decades, still though, providing affordable, high quality health care is going to prove increasingly difficult going forward.

Steadily increasing deferred maintenance. I serve on our university’s Capital Improvements Committee. Our charge is to fix and/or improve things in a timely manner. Last year, the projects on our campus-wide “To Do” list totaled $3m, most of which had already been deferred. Really sexy stuff like repairing leaky roofs and replacing aging boilers. We had $1.1m to spend. We used that to complete four or five of our twenty plus repairs/improvements.

The selling of assets. In our case, a longstanding public radio station. For $7m. Much to the disappointment of most current and former students and friends of the university. The President, who recently “resigned”, botched the sale. He wasn’t nearly transparent enough about the planned sale and somehow didn’t anticipate the blowback.

Overwhelmed/fallible administrators. At a Program Leaders meeting last fall, a few PowerPoint slides made our financial crisis crystal clear—showing the same size faculty despite 600+ fewer students. Also showing our student to faculty ratio slipping from 15:1 to less than 12:1. Schools with 12:1 ratios tend to have endowments that dwarf ours. Then the President got up and started talking about “contingency funds”, that the problem was simply retention, and that we were fine because the VP of Finance had the forethought to purchase some bonds at a favorable rate. I raised my hand and said, “I don’t understand. There doesn’t seem to be any sense of urgency.” I repeated my assessment near the end of the meeting which prompted the brand new Provost to lean into my row at the end and say, “I need to talk to you right now.” Shit, what did I do? She said, “Thank you for saying what I’ve been thinking the last few weeks.” We talked about the disconnect, bonding through shared frustration. The former President, a Ph.D. in English, relied too heavily on the previous Provost and a few VPs to manage our finances. He was among the last to realize serious faculty cuts were necessary. Related to that, administrators sometimes demonstrate their fallibility by making poor financial decisions. A decade ago, one of ours convinced others it would be a great idea to move our small/medium sized on-campus bookstore into a shiny new, several times larger building, a few blocks from campus. Recent analysis revealed the shiny new off-campus bookstore ended up being three to four times larger than all of our similar sized, peer institutions’ bookstores. Consequently, it was a huge hole in our bucket for years. Now it sits empty. Also, Provosts over the last decade said “yes” to new positions way more often than they should have given declining enrollment. A lot of academic administrators are better academics than businesspeople.

Futile budgeting practices. Socialism worked for the early Christians and variations of it seemingly work well for Scandinavian countries; but for modern universities, not so much. My university has one large revenue bucket which means if my Education Department colleagues and I double the size of our programs and thereby double our revenue, zero dollars are returned to us. The end result is that there’s no incentive to grow. It’s so craycray, my current strategy is to plead for a 90% tax, asking for 10% of any increase in revenue to be returned to us to use however my colleagues and I decide. A related flaw is that we can’t carry over any savings from one fiscal year to another. So a few years ago, in late June, everyone suddenly got iPads and wireless keyboards whether they needed them or not. Mine has been collecting dust ever since. Why? Because we would’ve lost some saved technology mullah had we not quickly spent it by the end of the fiscal year. The end result is there’s zero reason to not request a replacement for a retiring colleague. Fixes to these problems have been discussed longer than Bernie Sanders has been alive. “Responsibility or Lute-Centered Management” is right around the corner. Everyone is certain of it. I think a Mariner playoff run, a unified Korea, and fully autonomous cars all come first.

Inattentive faculty. I weigh 168 pounds. 163 after this morning’s long/hard ride, 173 after pigging out on a rest day. I weigh myself every night. All I care about is that the first two numbers are “16”. 169.9 is cool. When the second digit is a “7”, I eat a little less the next day. Obsessive, definitely, but it takes all of 10 seconds and works for me. The point being I don’t just assume that because I’m slender today, I will be tomorrow and for the foreseeable future. I monitor my weight every damn day. Who is monitoring the university’s finances? The VP of Finance and the Controller and the Provost and maybe two to three other faculty on the Budget Advisory Committee. That’s five to six people among 600+ faculty, administrators, and staff. Ninety nine percent of people assumed all was well enough until a Special Joint Committee  was charged with recommending reductions in force among tenure-track and tenured faculty. Somehow, many more of my faculty colleagues and I have to share in the monitoring of the university’s finances. Delegating it has proven disastrous.

Uninformed alumni. Among many other cuts, the Special Joint Committee has called for the elimination of Classics and the 2.7 faculty who teach it. One of the 2.7 has vented on Facebook, encouraging current and former friends of the program to agitate to save it, which would require the elimination of 2.7 other Humanities faculty positions, which he acknowledged is “shitty”. One sympathizer wrote:

“Classics? You mean a department that draws on the rich cultural history of people before us, of the rich thought of writers, philosophers, artists and historians who helped give rise to our own socio-political beliefs? Nah..who needs that? Can’t get a good corporate job with classics.”

Others are attempting to quickly raise money to save the program. Admirable for sure, but inevitably too little, too late. And it’s painfully ironic how devoid the Classics social media campaign participants are of historical context. None of the participants show any feel for The Equation. They make it sound like people just don’t appreciate the Classics professors’ expertise. And those professors seemingly think that if they just explain Classics relative importance again, the program might be saved.

Postscript. In the midst of struggle, change, loss, and real sadness, there is hope. Following the President’s “resignation”; and Provost Brown’s heartrending passing; the Board has assembled a truly excellent leadership team. Also, everyone now understands that difficult decisions have to be made quickly so there is a sense of urgency. And like me, most people have confidence in our leadership to thoughtfully make the sacrifices necessary for us to not just survive, but thrive, albeit in different form, for another 125 years.

 

 

Kelly Kraft’s Awful, Horrible, No Good Day at TPC Boston

Kelly Kraft, the 64th best player on the PGA Tour, has earned $1,638,000 so far this season. Today he’s playing in the second of the season ending four “playoff” tournaments. He has to finish in the top 70 (out of 100) to advance to the next tournament. The odds of that are not good thanks to his second hole this morning.

  • Shot 1 237 yds to unknown*, 311 yds to hole
  • Shot 2 146 yds to right rough, 166 yds to hole
  • Shot 3 155 yds to water, 36 ft 7 in. to hole
  • Shot 4 Penalty
  • Drop in right fairway, 85 yds to hole
  • Shot 5 98 yds to native area, 38 ft 2 in. to hole
  • Shot 6 3 in. to native area, 38 ft 0 in. to hole
  • Shot 7 Penalty
  • Shot 8 71 yds to water, 44 ft 0 in. to hole
  • Shot 9 Penalty
  • Drop in right fairway, 85 yds to hole
  • Shot 10 86 yds to green, 5 ft 5 in. to hole
  • Shot 11 putt 8 ft 9 in., 3 ft 3 in. to hole
  • Shot 12 in the hole

For shitssake, he was standing 166 yards from the hole lying two! So he made a “10” on a shortish par 3. Somewhere John Daly is smiling. Sadly, I have not played a round of golf all year, yet I am confident I could “break 12” on the second hole at TPC Boston given the chance. Twelve out of twelve times. I guess the silver lining is he’ll be home with his family for the start of the school year.

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*Love that phrase “to unknown”. I have driven it “to unknown” more times than I care to remember.