Megan McArdle: You Are Killing The Atlantic

Inverse Square illustrates yet again why people such as myself have stopped paying for The Atlantic: an institution which gives a platform to Megan McArdle is doing a grave disservice to our nation.

Most recently, she’s started with a more or less reasonable premise: an awful lot of federal educational aid is wasted on subpar schools which produce degrees but not learning. It is often said that for-profit schools are the biggest beneficiaries of the GI bill, and some of those for-profit schools seem to exist solely to take in the maximum amount of federal student aid (GI bill or otherwise) while producing as little education as possible.

However, she does not proceed to the sane and reasonable conclusion that we need to improve the quality of our educational institutions, perhaps through some sort of accreditation reform. Instead, she argues that we should stop subsidizing and rewarding the education of our military and civil servants.

Jumping to that conclusion (without even a hint of research) is somewhere between preposterous and perverse. Which, of course, is vintage McArdle. (As the Square says: “it’s a pretty good default to assume that pretty much anything she says is false…”)

Now, I do love a cleverly-phrased preposterous conclusion. The best parts of this very blog are preposterous and perverse. I really don’t object to McArdle writing it. I object to anyone paying for it. McArdle ought to get a real job bloviate in her spare time like the rest of us.

Or, you know, put some actual work into her output. Maybe if she had some kind of rigorous training in the craft of writing accurately and not just a knack for a catchy phrase…

I owe an apology to Dan Grabauskas

There’s an episode of The Simpsons where Homer runs for Sanitation Commissioner, and in typical fashion mismanages everything and winds up filling the town with garbage. The townspeople turn on him and try to restore the previous trash commissioner, who responds “it’s so gratifying to leave you wallowing in the mess you’ve made. You’re screwed, thank you, bye.”

Maybe I just watch TV too much, but I think it’s the most obvious parallel with the MBTA and Dan Grabauskas right now. Grabauskas did a great job with the RMV, and was the obvious choice to turn the T around, and when he failed to make everything magically better, we all blamed him for it. Now he’s saying “I told you so.”

Well, now that he’s gone, it’s apparent just how much he was doing to make things less bad than they could be. He couldn’t fix the funding situation, but he did the best he could, and managed things responsibly, even if I disagreed with many of his choices. The T under his leadership was not the ideal transit system, but it’s becoming apparent that the T without his leadership is in far worse straits. There’s a tidal wave of deferred maintenance building up, and it can’t be fixed without undoing the entrenched mistakes of decades: The funding system, the intractable unions, the intractable management, the way everyone blames the unions and/or management for things that are the fault of the legislature or the pension system or low-bid construction from twenty or fifty or a hundred years ago.

Grabauskas couldn’t fix all that and we blamed him for all those problems. So we threw him out. And now it’s getting worse. We should have seen it coming. Some people probably did. I didn’t. I just kept looking at the T and thinking “why isn’t it fixed yet?”

That was dumb. “Fixing” the T is a dumb concept. We can move it away from the crisis it’s in and towards a more normal, sustainable function, but it’s never going to be permanently fixed. Still, it seems to me that it’s possible to get things back into proper functioning and keep them there. It’s just going to require more political will than we have these days.

It’ll take less disdain from people who despise dirty socialist hippies riding the bus, and less opposition from the western half of the state, which doesn’t benefit much from the T. It’s going to take a lot of money, and we’re short on that these days. It’s going to take the unions not hating management, and management not hating unions, and customers not hating both. It’s going to take good faith on the part of a large number of stakeholders who are not known for good faith. And it’s going to take cooperation among the governor, the legislature, and the city governments in Boston and every town and city near Boston.

I’m not saying it’s impossible. I’m just saying we should have known how hard it was, and given Dan Grabauskas a little more credit for what he did accomplish, and for the things we’re seeing now that he prevented while he was around.

Resuming the poetry project: Play Your Part

Well, I moved and then I was offline and then I was busy. But here’s one.

Play your part
“Even the tenderest stalk of flesh grows calloused with work…” – Mary Karr, The Devil’s Tour

We all got one, so don’t go thinking
you’re specially constrained.
Just pull your script and read your lines.
Smart one, pretty one, funny one, sad:
Lead or or not each role begins to chafe.

It’s unfair, I know, poor thing, it’s not what you deserve.
Well, as papa always told you life’s unfair,
what’s more, unfair on your behalf.

So strut and fret your hour, kid,
and then get up and go to work
and do your job and watch the clock
and pay your goddamn bills
and play your goddamn part.

Is that what they mean by “Comcastic?”

I just moved to Cambridge from Somerville, and after a week of being offline, I had my Comcast setup appointment this afternoon. The guy showed up and brought me a cable box that was exactly the same as my RCN cable box from Somerville, only it doesn’t have HDMI outputs and doesn’t offer the channels I like in HD. He also gave me a setup CD for a “self-install” for my internet connection.

The setup program asked for my account number, which it said was available on my bill (which I haven’t gotten yet) or through the Comcast website, which I could reach by clicking a link further on in the message. A link which didn’t exist, and which wouldn’t have worked, because I didn’t have internet access set up. Classic.

I had to call and spend a few minutes on hold being regaled by Ben Stein about the glories of Comcast before I could get an account rep to tell me my account number. Then I finished the setup process, rebooted, and… was asked to set up again. I did it twice more, gave up, and found that it worked when I came back to it several hours later.

So far, this is a lot more expensive and less convenient than RCN. But since there’s no competition – no, I’m not willing to go satellite+DSL, and there’s no FiOS here yet – it’s what I’m stuck with. Monopolies must be a pretty comcastic business to be in, I guess.

Boston, Cambridge and Somerville Shopping for the Budget-Minded (i.e. Everyone)

It’s gift-giving season, and you’re on a budget. More than usual, even. So aren’t we all. But you also want to do the right thing – not just buy a lead-and-BPA baby rattle made by starving children in China or whatever. So, where do you shop? Here are my obviously perfect suggestions:

Local shopping that’s also a party: Davis Square Midnight Madness: Quite a few of the businesses in Davis Square will be extending hours and cutting prices on December 3rd. My suggestions: Dave’s Fresh Pasta (unusual and delicious wine and beer) Artifaktori (indie and/or vintage fashion, antiques, oddities), and Boston Shaker (bar supplies).

Deep discounts on good reads: Harvard Book Store Warehouse Sale: Saturday and Sunday, December 5-6, at the Harvard Book Store Warehouse (14 Park St., Somerville, near Porter Square on the Red Line or the 87 bus). They’ll have 15% off already-discounted remainders as well as some signed first editions. Pick up a glossy coffee-table book and look like you spent the bank! This is their second warehouse sale, and I’m assured it’ll be bigger and better than the last one. Also check out their card selection for letterpress cards you won’t find anywhere else. (Helpful hint: A fancy card with a heartfelt message they’ll love is still way cheaper than a chintzy gift they won’t appreciate).

Craft and fashion: Design Hive in Cambridge. It’s a bit like an indoor version of the (summer-only) SoWa Open Market, a bit like a craft-show flea-market, and quite a bit Cambridge. Last event of the season (“Handmade Holidaze”) is on Sunday 12/6 starting at 10 AM.

Stuff you never knew you needed: Bazaar Bizarre: December 6 at the Cyclorama on Tremont St. You’ll find art, craft, chintz, kitsch, punk, disco, glam, jewelry, makeup, and sixteen kinds of what-have-you. Also affiliated with Boston Handmade. Speaking of which…

From the first minute to the last minute: Boston Handmade has a storefront open at 505 Washington St. in Downtown Crossing from November 27th through December 24th. They’re carrying goods from 30 or so different Boston artisans, and have a big opening party the 28th of November.

Poetry Update: On the difference between credentials and qualifications

Papers, Please

No es difícil fabricar un certificado que asegure con timbres y estampillas, que se es turco; no es fácil, en cambio, nacer en Turquía. – Manuel Rojas, Hijo de Ladrón

Papers, please. Credentials, sir, and proof of worth.
No exceptions, I’m afraid, and please don’t start
on proof and fact and claim
your mere existence proves itself.

We know, we know, but we do not believe:
the deeply rooted need for certainty
will overcome the truth
and I don’t make the rules,
so show your papers please.

Poetry This Week: Getting and Spending

Getting and Spending
Ask the serious men who study joy and bring to bear
the rigor your old profs would praise.
They know what works – It’s not pretty,
but spreadsheets rarely are.

You’ll find a template in the better academic rags:
Daily measurement of function, frequency, lability, and depth.
Careful record kept of enlightenment anticipated
and the extent it gets achieved.

From there, it’s quick enough (as these things go)
to find the measure of your heart’s desire,
show cost-basis, year-to-date, of what you’ve felt,
and chart your benefits and costs.

And when you’ve mapped your course and all that’s left
is living it — seek other counsel, perhaps your own.