Thursday, 31 May 2012

Stupid News Reports

This is an actual line from a news story regarding the Miami Zombie-like attack:

"The naked cannibal was not the Rudy Eugene his classmates knew."  

See:  http://www.wptv.com/dpp/news/state/miami-zombie-like-face-chewing-suspect-rudy-eugene-was-a-beautiful-person-former-classmate-says#ixzz1wUqP8QhM

Really?  You mean you didn't go to school with someone whom you felt would one day shock the world by chewing off another person's face while naked?  I thought everybody knew at least one person like this guy while in high school.  In fact, aren't there lists in yearbooks dedicated to this sort of thing?

  • Most likely to be rich:  Richy McSilver-Spoon
  • Most likely to be super-rich: Nerdy Computer Kid
  • Most likely to marry rich: Blondie Longlegs
  • Most likely to be indicted for white collar crimes: Smugly McPrivilege
  • Most likely to make us all proud: Poor kid from bad neighbourhood who can run really fast
  • Most likely to win a Nobel Prize: Quiet kid whom we all bullied but will later claim we all knew and loved
  • Most likely to eat another person's face off while naked: John "Cuddles" Doe
Sure, we can all name the person in our class and in our family who we suspect is a sociopath.  (Think about it...and there it is.  You know that you have a name or two in mind.)  But there are sociopaths and sociopathic, crazy zombies.

I think the better headline and news story here would be: "Guy who went to school with the Miami Zombie 'totally saw this day coming'".

Call me when that story hits the wire.

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Psychopaths and Capitalism

In a recent NY Times Opinion piece, William Deresiewicz argued that capitalism closely parallels attributes of psychopaths.  I found the following paragraph to be provocative:

There are ethical corporations, yes, and ethical businesspeople, but ethics in capitalism is purely optional, purely extrinsic. To expect morality in the market is to commit a category error. Capitalist values are antithetical to Christian ones. (How the loudest Christians in our public life can also be the most bellicose proponents of an unbridled free market is a matter for their own consciences.) Capitalist values are also antithetical to democratic ones. Like Christian ethics, the principles of republican government require us to consider the interests of others. Capitalism, which entails the single-minded pursuit of profit, would have us believe that it’s every man for himself.
Source: William Deresiewicz, "Capitalists and Other Psychopaths", New York Times Sunday Review, 12 May, 2012 (Online: NY Times: http://www.nytimes.com/2012/05/13/opinion/sunday/fables-of-wealth.html?src=me&ref=general).
Deresiewicz uses strong language and, I think, overstates his case.  He also adopts a narrow, American-centric perspective that is ignorant of other forms of capitalism and corporate governance models around the world.

Let me be clear that I am not a proponent of an unbridled free market.  I consider that regulation is often necessary and beneficial.  I also do not dispute that there is a crisis of ethics in big business (and probably in small business, too, but the latter is far less reported than the former).  Just this morning, I wondered to myself how much big business really does control government.  I suspect that if we knew the truth, we would be sick to our stomachs.

But the problem is not capitalism, per se.  The problem is us: humans tend to be proud, greedy, vain, and self-centred.  (Don't look away.  You know it is true.  We are what we are.)  When you combine human nature with a socio-economic system that centres on private property rights and the individual accumulation of wealth, you can bring out the worst in some people. 

People are not fooled into the single-minded pursuit of profit by capitalism, nor are they forced to pursue profit single-mindedly by capitalism.  People make choices within the system of capitalism.  To blame capitalism for the psychopathic behaviour we see on Wall Street and Bay Street ignores human agency and, thus, human responsibility. 

Deresiewicz paints capitalism with a broad brush, and this is a fundamental mistake and bad scholarship.  The reality is that there are a variety of approaches to understanding capitalism that are shaped by different influences (e.g., academic discipline, history, culture, geography, etc.).  It is a mistake to assume that everyone around the world shares the same ideas about capitalism, its morality (or lack thereof), its key values and characteristics, and the rationales for its existence. 

For example, German and Chinese models of corporate governance differ in materials ways from the North American model.  In North America, a corporation's Board of Directors has an obligation to pursue "the best interests of the corporation", which generally is interpreted as "maximizing shareholder value".  Deresiewicz might interpret this imperative as "profit at all costs".  I'm not sure that he would be correct in this interpretation.  But quite aside from the interpretation of what it means to "maximize shareholder value", the fact is that not all models of corporate governance are premised on the maxim of "maximize shareholder value".  In Germany, by contrast, a corporation's Board must take into account a wider range of interests, including the interests of employees.  Indeed, labour is entitled to be represented on a corporation's Board of Directors.

Deresiewicz also overstates his case concerning the relationship between capitalism and Christianity.  It is actually difficult to ascertain whether capitalist values are antithetical to Christian values because capitalism and Christianity are, at their respective cores, concerned with different matters.  Capitalism is a socio-economic and political system concerned with how wealth is created and distributed in society.  Christianity is about the relationship between each individual and the Triune God.  Capitalism is about the present; Christianity is about the present and the eternal. 

To be sure, Christianity has important repercussions for our political, social, and economic spheres of life.  But the Bible is not about how to create and distribute wealth in society.  It is about how to live in relationship with the Holy Triune God.  This God is a just God who cares very deeply about the poor in society.  God chastises pride, greed and self-centredness, as well as deceit, cheating, and injustice.  But when God does so in the Bible, the chastisement is directed at individuals, not systems of governance.  I return to my earlier point: capitalism is not the problem; people are.

It is somewhat ironic that Deresiewicz argues that capitalist values are antithetical to democratic values since most capitalist countries are also democratic ones.  I am not suggesting here that there is a causal or necessary relationship between capitalism and democracy.  Nevertheless, there seems to be an intellectual link between the concept of private ownership and individual rights to property and the individual rights exalted in liberal democratic societies.  Is it any surprise that the communist regimes of the past century have also been the most repressive?

Deresiewicz suggests that capitalism is predicated on bad behaviour.  This may be true (although I have reservations about such a bold and broad claim).  But are the ills associated with capitalism a result of capitalism or bad behaviour?  Blaming capitalism for the rampant corruption and other social ills we see in the business world is like saying "the devil made me do it".  Deresiewicz's arguments find a handy scapegoat in capitalism at the expense of human agency. 

Ultimately, my biggest squabble with Deresiewicz is his disregard of human agency and responsibility.  We cannot blame a system for accounting fraud, tax evasion, toxic dumping, product safety violations, bid rigging, overbilling, perjury, and other forms of unethical behaviour.  While it is true that systems create incentives, people are the movers.  We make choices -- and our choices result in the litany of social ills that Deresiewicz attributes to capitalism.

It is precisely because we humans have a propensity to make poor choices that I support limits on "free market, laissez-faire"-type capitalism.  I am only all too aware (from knowing myself) of the selfish, proud, and greedy motivations that animate individuals.  We need regulation to put a human face on capitalism and to ensure that its excesses do not spill into injustices.  I would venture to say that we need better regulations and tighter controls at present to stem the tide of unethical, corrupt and destructive practices we see in the business world.  But better regulation and tighter controls are not enough.

We need better personal accountability and responsibility.  We need a serious re-evaluation of the values that are reflected in our culture.  We need to reflect on our role in facilitating the tide of unethical, corrupt and destructive practices we see in the business world.  We need to stop blaming capitalism, corporations, and Enron, and start to own the problem.

As wise men and women have been saying for centuries, "know thyself".  Or, as Pogo more recently be put it, "I have seen the enemy and he is us".

Friday, 11 May 2012

Things my cats have chewed, ate, and/or puked on

Today I caught Dave the cat chewing on some of my students' end-of-term assignments.  Nice.  Now I will have to return them with little fang holes in them.  What can I say?  "My cat ate your homework."  I guess it's original, particularly since it's the professor making the excuse.

At least Dave didn't puke on the assignments.  That honour goes to my other cat, Winston.  Last fall, Winston puked on a stack of student exams.  I really can't blame him.  I felt the same way after I read the exams.  Bleech.

Here are some other things that my cats have chewed, ate, and/or puked on:

  • brand new (expensive) stereo receiver and speakers
  • CDs
  • DVDs
  • clean clothes
  • dirty clothes
  • bed sheets
  • towels
  • magazines and newspapers (very handy)
  • the phone cord
  • the shower curtain
  • a foam mattress top
  • sports equipment
  • computer mouse
  • my hockey bag
  • jackets
  • hard wood floors
  • kitchen tiles
  • student assignments and tests.
Somehow my shoes have gone miraculously unscathed.  The cats have also left my keyboard alone.  For now.

Oddly, the cats won't eat the lovely morsels of meat that I leave out for them.  I have specially set aside pieces of chicken for Winston and Dave.  When I offer it to them, they sniff and look away.  I guess it isn't processed enough for them, and they don't recognize real food as, well, food.

My beloved cat, Wiley, could not be trusted around our food.  He would steal that last morsel of meat that you had saved until the end of the meal -- that one last delicious bite you had wanted to savour.  The moment you turned your back on him, he would be up on the table gleefully chowing down on your last morsel.  He more than made up for this bad habit, however.  Then again, whenever we gave him a leftover pork chop bone to chew on (he really loved those bones!), he would inevitably drag it around the apartment before ultimately discarding the bone in the bedroom of my roommate, T.  T would then discover it, usually by stepping on it.  Heh heh.  Actually, that was always pretty funny.

Who needs kids around to destroy your stuff when you have pets?

Vanity Moment: This just in...

I am pleased to announce that the International Telecommunication Union has released this year's Trends in Telecommunication Reform 2012.  The theme of this year's Report  is "smart regulation for a broadband world".  Review the ITU's press release and download a free copy of the Executive Summary (which I wrote, FYI)!

I have served as Editor of the Trends Report for the past two years.  I assure you that a lot of blood, sweat, and tears goes into each year's Report.  I am therefore delighted to see this project come to fruition. 

All right, vanity moment is now over.  Move along, people.  Nothing more to see here...

Thursday, 10 May 2012

The Beginning of My Academic Career

I've been in school for a long time.  A very, very long time.  So you might be wondering, when did this lifelong love of learning begin?  Did I always want to be a teacher?

In short, the love of learning began early (I think), but I never wanted to be a teacher.  When I was little, I liked to play business meeting.  I had a briefcase and a portfolio that said "Let's Do Business, Ontario Canada".  My Dad gave me the portfolio.  He apparently approved of my nerdiness.

I made my cousin negotiate contracts with me.  When I got a bit older, I convinced my cousin that we should go on strike from the job that we had at our family's factory.  We produced a whole song and dance (literally songs and dances) about why we deserved more money for our work.  Our Uncle was not amused.  He rarely was.

When I got to university, law school seemed like the natural path to take.  It appeared that I was headed toward a career on Bay Street.  I even practised telecommunications law at one of the Seven Sisters for a while.  But buried deep inside, there was a scholar just waiting to get out.  For better or for worse, I headed into academia.  As my kindergarten photo (below) suggests, I think that I knew at a young age that I was in this school business for life.

Even in Kindergarten, I knew that I was a Lifer.

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

How to Greet a Horse

Today I am going to provide you with some important information about how to greet a horse.  You may not think that you will ever need to know how to greet a horse.  But what if the zombie apocolapse comes and you need to get away, but there aren't any cars nearby?  Maybe the machines have all been destroyed and the only thing you can ride is a horse.  Then what?  Then you will thank me.

When my cousin got a horse named Ben, my Dad taught me how I should greet Ben the Horse.  Here is how my Dad taught me to greet Ben.  My Dad said, "Go to Ben and look him directly in the eyes and say, 'Hello Ben.  My name is T., and I love you.'" 

If you follow my Dad's advice, then the horse will know who you are and might even like you, especially if you look the horse in the eye.  It worked for me.  See...here is a photo of me riding Ben, without a saddle no less!  And it all began with a good introduction.

Me and Ben the Horse

Welcome To My Blog Adventure

Welcome to my new blog, "Dr T is On Location". I am not yet sure what this blog is going to be about.  Right now, it is a creative outlet for me.  Maybe it will be fun. Hopefully it won't become an exercise in ego-mania.  But isn't it exciting to start a project and not know where or how it will end?  I suppose there are times where that sort of project would not be good.  Like during heart surgery.  If I had to have heart surgery, I would like the doctor to know where the surgery was headed and I would hope that the end included me waking up.  I prefer that the pilots flying airplanes have a game plan, too.  Still, sometimes it is fun to set out on an adventure and see where it will lead.  I suppose that means that I see this blog as a place to record my adventures and mis-adventures. 

Of course, I also want to use the blog to share my opinions.  I share them with the guys I live with all the time, but they are not very interested in my views.  They just want to be fed.  Well, they are cats.  I guess that explains why they don't care about my opinions.  I'm sure you will read a lot about my two cats, Dave and Winston. 

In this inaugural post,  I will tell you about why it is good not to pre-judge things, like adventures.  (I'm making a pitch here: don't pre-judge this blog!  Return to it!  Read more!)

Some things sound like great adventures: mysterious, exciting, romantic, challenging, and so forth.  But those things, once experienced, turn out to be wretched and miserable.  Take sailing, for example.  Although my ancestors were allegedly sea-faring people (mostly pirates and that sort of thing), I did not inherit the love of the sea.  Still, sailing seemed romantic to me.  I dreamt of a crew in their whites, releasing the grand sails under a peacock blue sky while the sailboat bobbed merrily over azure blue waters.  Yes, I would be just like a Kennedy on the open sea, standing with my sea legs firmly beneath me, tying knots and other doing sailorly things.

Reality check.  Not only did I not inherit my ancestors' love of the sea, I did not inherit their sea legs or sea stomach.  Instead, I inherited the firmly in-land genes.  My Dad may have grown up a mile from the sea, but he never sailed and that should have been an important clue: we are not sea-faring people anymore.

Nevertheless, when I finally had the opportunity to sail with a friend of mine, I jumped at the chance.  I got up early and wore my "dockers", ready for adventure on the high seas (or at least on Lake Ontario).  This is when I learned that there is nothing at all remotely romantic about throwing up over the side of a sailboat.  However, there is something charming about calling puking over the rails "feeding the fish".  I learned that sailboats bob up and down, up and down, up and down, and that you do not care what colour the sky is when you want to die from seasickness.  I felt the motion of that boat for three days after I finally returned to land.  I learned that sailing is not so much an adventure for me as it is an opportunity to lose my lunch, breakfast, and dinner.  At least the fish were happy.

Sometimes you stumble onto things.  It may not be an adventure, but it is far more fun than you thought.  Take, for example, the time I had to help my dad move calves from the calf barn out to the pasture.  It was spring, and the calves had spent the winter in the barn, where it was warm and dry.  I like animals and I like helping my dad with these sort of chores, so this wasn't really a task that I was dreading.  But it was work to get the calves into the little trailer we would use to transport them the 200 or so meters to the new, outdoor pasture. 

Calves are kooky creatures.  They're very cute and smarter than you might think.  They get skittish, and when they decide that they do not want to go somewhere, it is difficult to persuade them otherwise.  We backed the trailer up to the barn door and open the back gate.  We led the calves from their pens to the door.  All they had to do was step up onto the trailer.  But the calves were having none of it.  They saw sunlight peeking through the barn door, around the sides of the trailer, and they were deeply suspicious of it.  Then they noticed their shadows on the barn floor.  All hell broke loose.

Calves turned around and ran back toward their pens.  As we nudged whichever calves we could catch toward the barn door, they locked their little legs straight and refused to move.  They bawled mournfully, warning the others: "It's a trap! It's a trap!"  The other calves responded by heading into the furthest corners of the barn, attempting to hide in the shadows.

It took a lot of work to push, nudge, chase, and coax those calves onto the trailer.  Once in the half-light of the trailer, they relaxed a bit, although the odd calf did try to make a run for it and leap off the trailer from time to time.  Finally, we shut the trailer door.  Now the calves were happy again, presumably because they were safely tucked into a half-lit space with stale air.  To them, it felt familiar. 

Our next challenge was getting the calves out of the trailer.  We opened the door and pulled down the ramp.  Come on out, calfies!  It was a gorgeous day, with a brilliant blue sky and fresh air that smelled like the fresh, green grass in the pasture.  But again, the calves were suspicious.  So into the trailer we went, nudging and herding the beasts out of the trailer and into the pasture.  And as each calf stepped blinkingly into the light, a remarkable transformation occurred.  They finally understood that they were moving into an upgrade: fresh air, sunshine, green grass, and lots of space to run around.

The timorous calves began to have fun.  They literally kicked up their heels, delighting in the feeling of running on fresh, soft grass.  They chased each other around, bellowing happily.  To this day, those calves bouncing around the fresh, sweet air under the warm sun remains one of the most joyous embraces of new beginnings that I have ever witnessed.  What started off as just another farmyard task became a four-star performance.

Sometimes you have to be nudged out of the shadows before you discover an amazing new world just waiting to be explored and enjoyed.  If you are willing to take a step or two forward, you'll see that there is adventure everywhere...maybe even on a blog, written by some crazy professor in TO.