Showing posts with label slackademic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label slackademic. Show all posts

Tuesday, 12 April 2011

Introducing the Slackademic

Having met all the cool kids in Welsh literary academia this weekend, I feel it's time to start a meme. Here's the Slackademic Manifesto (in progress: add your own and circulate to your friends).


  • Peer-review, schmeer review. Research is for dissemination by a) Twitter and b) press release into the mid-market tabloids for the high-flyers. The rest lines my hamster-cage.
  • Conferences are for food, warmth, networking, drinking and showing off the latest thing in professorial shorts.
  • Note-taking is verboten. Kindles and iPads are where it's at.
  • Theory is a weapon, not a tool. Use it to crush your enemies. I spit on your Irigaray. Taste my Butler!
  • Permanent jobs are a disciplinary tool wielded by institutions to make us conform. We love dodging conductors and renewing railcards into our forties as we slog from provincial institution to provincial institution.
  • As Gore Vidal said, it isn't enough to succeed, others must fail.
  • Will teach anything, for food.*
  • That 31st paper in the Blackburn University Review of Semiotic Transformations will make us academic catnip.
  • We're not paid to read books. We teach them. There's a difference.
  • We've read so much we're no longer sure of anything. But, hey, we're postmodern, so we're cool with that.
  • EVERYTHING is a text.
Your additions welcome.

*I've taught English, Media, Cultural Studies, Communications, American Studies, Politics, History and Sociology.