Bdula's gyrating choreography almost distracted us from the point, a sort of po-mo self-reflection to boot: KFC goes from fibrillating, fried, and KKKentuckian to urban (break your)hip-ster overnight; Chrysler claims to actually build things (aside from debt); and milk and juice really do make it complete! But then, it's personal as well as corporate, Bdula shimmies out: Ice-T now plays a cop on TV. That's Super Golden Crips to you, biatch. |
I once had a dean who brought in a consultant who claimed
we learn more by making a poster than writing a paper, thus
destroying the credibility of both of them in one leap of stupefaction.
Old-fashioned I may be, but Gould is on to something here: what
happens when even the "smart" people can only digest
info in tiny bytes? Forget professionalism in your professors;
just pass the pacifiers around. |
I support her ideas here: little is as demeaning or inaccurate
as artistic classroom efforts reduced to data points. But making
that point through what was itself reduced to gussied-up game
of Battleship may have caused the presentation to lose some
of its fire. It's easy to appreciate her wishful thinking, but
I fear we are far from an assessment-system Trafalgar. If we
get close, I'll be perfectly happy to play Lord Nelson. |
Ludacrisp:
Let's Rap About Rebranding, or the Great American Cereal as
Second Act (Down the Corporate Memory Hole), a neo-Po-Mo Dance
Routine
Adult
Onset Picture Pages: Poster Presentations and the Infantalization
of Research Professionals, a Diorama
Crossing
the Rubricon: Defining Success Beyond the Ten Point Scale, an
Historical Reenactment