Showing posts with label hegemon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hegemon. Show all posts

Thursday, 9 June 2011

Grumpy…

Bah. A 3 hour union meeting means that all the food outlets on campus have closed. Even though during the summer months all that's available is a bit of soup and a plastic box of lettuce and tomato they call a salad, I was looking forward to it.

Did you see People and Planet's Universities Green League Tables (congratulations to Nottingham Trent)? The Hegemon was in the 80s, which was surprisingly high given the efficiency ratings of my building. A few weeks ago, they turned an area of scrubby bushes and trees into this for a reason I can't fathom: it contributes to flooding and can't be used for anything practical.



Oh, and if you think that our claims of academic poverty are overblown, check out the contents of my classroom:


I love the idea that a plug (and a 1970s TV) still constitutes Educational Technology

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Tuition Fees: the Oracle Speaks

A member of The Hegemon's Executive is doing a live chat on the local newspaper's website, on the subject of tuition fees. You don't even have to give your name to ask a question… you know you want to!

She's already admitted that the staffing, class sizes and resources won't be any better with £8500 fees. That's not the university's fault, it's the government's. The fees will only just cover the cash they've taken away.

Monday, 31 January 2011

The Queen Is Dead, Long Live The King

White smoke has appeared from the stately chimneys of The Hegemon. Habemus Vice-Cancellariam cheer the loyal drones as we throng the central quadrangle.

Yes, we've appointed a new Vice-Chancellor. Here he is.

A half-holiday is hereby announced for all.

Tuesday, 11 January 2011

What you won't see at The Hegemon



It used to be the case that universities were politically liberal, and new universities were resistant to the forces of the state. There was a healthy distrust for the military, especially during periods in which illegal wars were being prosecuted across the globe. Student groups were also particularly active, objecting on pacifist grounds, on political grounds, or on feminist and queer politics grounds.

Not here. I walked into work this morning to find a tank, military truck and hordes of men in uniform wandering round, on a recruitment drive (I might take some pictures later). The Hegemon has aligned itself - apparently without concern for anything other than income - with the military-industrial complex and is content for our students to become cannon fodder for the next invasion. It's a very American model, in which the armed forces are so integral to the economy of every town - along the Roman lines - that a pacific polity is virtually unspeakable in the public sphere.

What a shame we don't have a degree in Farsi. It might come in useful. If this picture was taken here, the caption would be 'gissajob'. Never has 'The Hegemon' been a more apt name for this place.




Update: apparently it's part of 'Armed Forces Day', with the launch of an 'armed forces' degree ('how to torture'; 'spotting an illegal war'; genocide for beginners'?). 


One aspect of the day is that the armed forces have brought some vehicles and equipment with them to show the students. While this was well intentioned, my understanding is that this may have caused offence in some quarters due to the amount of it and its kind. Clearly this wasn't the intention and many apologies if this is so. 


Er… the presence of weaponry-porn is slightly disturbing, but leaving it hidden doesn't exactly address the point: we all know what armies do. It's the fact that an institution of learning has decided to embrace a culture of death as a viable and honourable career path for our students, many of whom are from cultures which are, or recently were, on the receiving end of British military hospitality.
I value our academic differences and our ability to be robust in debating and understanding the complexity of the world and our various engagements with it.
That's all very well, but one side of the 'debate' is heavily armed and one isn't. And they've occupied the staff room: not exactly subtle symbolism.

Monday, 4 October 2010

This new media thingy's a breeze

Anyone can Tweet suavely and convincingly.

Take this Twitter account, which includes gems like:


Bloody papal visit! U can smell the peodo stink from their clothing! Bastards!

Sunday, 5 September 2010

Touché

Hello. It's 1.30 on Sunday morning and I'm up at 5.45 for the last day of the fencing. I took several hundred pictures yesterday, so carried away was I by the quality. It's taken hours to upload them to Flickr, so I won't post any more here until I get back to The Hegemon, but you can see them all here. Parents, friends, fencers and fencing clubs can use any of them for non-commercial purposes, as long as I'm credited.

Meanwhile, I think Paul Uppal MP should watch out. My campaign to oust the Vice-Chancellor has succeeded. Merely a matter of months since I told her she should do the decent think and resign, she has.

If I'd realised bullying was such fun, I'd have enjoyed my schooldays much more!

Someone else on the internet doesn't like her. Relive her glory days here.

Friday, 30 July 2010

Attention, university authorities

The Hegemon has just fiddled with the website. XKCD could have been viewing it as he drew this. Larger version here.

Tuesday, 27 July 2010

So ronery…

I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that some naughty people had nicknamed our aloof, grand (and not-very-good) Vice-Chancellor Kim Jong-*****. I meant to post the lyrics to Team America's 'So Ronery', which really do evoke the loneliness of command far removed from reality in an institution wounded by incompetence:

I'm So Ronery
So ronery
So ronery and sadry arone 

There's no one
Just me onry
Sitting on my rittle throne 
I work rearry hard and make up great prans
But nobody ristens, no one understands
Seems like no one takes me serirousry 

And so I'm ronery
A rittle ronery
Poor rittle me 

There's nobody
I can rerate to
Feel rike a bird in a cage 
It's kinda sihry
But not rearry
Because it's fihring my body with rage 

I'm the smartest most crever most physicarry fit
But nobody else seems to rearize it
When I change the world maybe they'll notice me 
But until then I'rr just be ronery
Rittle ronery, poor rittle me

I'm so ronery 

Wednesday, 9 June 2010

Should I worry?

The central quad at The Hegemon is littered with Asbestos Removal vans. I'm tempted to point out that there are more poisonous ideas and people sickening us all, but that would be bitter, wouldn't it?

Oh, well. I escaped for lunch with the department's counterculture (Zoot and his sidekick) and some books have arrived in the post: Ritzer and Atalay's Readings in Globalization (a free inspection copy), Mike Salter's The Castles and Moated Mansions of Shropshire (for walking purposes) and two books by Homi Bhabha which I've read but never got round to buying, Nation and Narration and The Location of Culture - great postcolonial theory texts.