Monthly Archives: August 2010

Reflections on the KTRU Transmitter

I like radio more than most people do. I only ever listen to it in the car, of course, and I don’t actually drive very much, but I try to plan trips to coincide with favorite programs like Saturday’s “Lunch With Led,” Monday’s “Think Pink,” Thursday’s “Save the Wave,” and Friday’s “Ask the Seattle Archbishop Your Inane Doctrinal Questions.”

My undergraduate college had its own radio station, KTRU. No one listened to it except for the girl on our floor who dressed all in black and wore Skinny Puppy t-shirts, mostly because the music was programmed by DJs like the girl on our floor who dressed all in black and wore Skinny Puppy t-shirts, whose musical tastes (like those of the other DJs) were best described as “inaccessible.”

When Skinny Puppy was a new DJ she got the all-important 3-5am shift, and one night Cesar and I stayed up really late so we could listen to her show on a novelty radio that was designed to look like the Tropicana orange. We quickly decided (partially on account of the late hour, and partially on account of the lousy reception, but mostly on account of the “inaccessible”) that we’d rather listen to “Kilroy Was Here,” which for the rest of our college career (and beyond) we continued to prefer to KTRU.

Of course, it was always my dream to be a radio DJ, but my proposed “Huey Lewis Hour” was received coldly, as were “Joel Sings Karaoke On-Air,” “Dramatic Readings of Ayn Rand Stories,” “Men at Work at Work,” “The Best of Rush Limbaugh,” and the eerily-ahead-of-its-time “Who’s Hooking Up With Whom?” Eventually I turned my attentions to campus politics and making fun of things, one of which turned out to be probably the most valuable skill I learned in college.

Most students cared less about the radio station itself than about its black and yellow “ktru 91.7fm rice radio” stickers, which could be cut and pasted to make clever political statements like “death from above” and “lovett sucks” and “keep houston unbearable.”

Alas, all inaccessible things must come to an end, as today Facebook brought us the news that the KTRU transmitter has been sold to the University of Houston, who astutely noticed that while Houston has both a “Tejano” station and a “Super-Tejano” station, there’s still a huge market opportunity for a “Mega-Tejano” station.

Apparently KTRU will keep “webcasting” online. This doesn’t really help the 4 people who listen to KTRU over the airwaves, although maybe their hurt feelings will be soothed when the proceeds from the sale are used to acquire something useful, like a commemorative statue of Edgar Odell Lovett.

Nonetheless, there is a larger issue here, and that’s that colleges shouldn’t change things from the way they were back when my Facebook friends and I attended. I’m pretty sure this is an idea we picked up from older alumni, who always seemed disappointed to learn that we no longer continued their cherished traditions, like the “Charles Manson Party” and the “Stagflation Ball” and “sex.”

Toys “R” Us and/or the Chinese are Trying to Kill Me with Poison Monkeys

For Christmas I bought my girlfriend a matched set of pink-and-purple monkeys at ToysRUs. I thought they’d make a good gift because she likes purple and she likes monkeys.1 We named the pink one Gulab (“pink”) and the purple one Jamun (“purple”) and they quickly became an indispensible part of our household, participating in family rituals like “Law and Order: Criminal Intent” and “Law and Order: Special Victims Unit” and “Law and Order: Criminal Intent but with Jeff Goldblum.”

Then a few days ago we were at the mall, so we popped into ToysRUs again to see what was new on the unnaturally-colored monkey front. This season they’re showing eerie 3399FF monkeys. I picked one up and discovered the following Happy-Fun-Ball-esque sticker:

Warning: Contains lead. Maybe be harmful if chewed on. May also release dust that contains lead.

Presumably this describes my monkeys as well, as they appear to be the same species as the poisonous ones. The way I see it, there are two (non-exclusive) possibilities:

(a.) Gulab and Jamun contain trivial amounts of lead, and the stickers represent CPSIA-ish overcaution.
(b.) Chinese people and/or ToysRUs are trying to kill me.

Alas, as many baby showers as I’ve ruined by using the traditional “wish the mom well” time for diatribes against Henry Waxman and the CPSC2, I can’t rule out the second possibility.

Accordingly, Gulab and Jamun are going in the trash3.

Farewell, my deadly friends. We’ll always have that episode where Jeff Goldblum matched his wits against those of a clever criminal and somehow came out on top.4


1. Technically, I’m the one who likes monkeys.

2. And also diatribes against circumcision, although those aren’t particularly relevant to this story.

3. “Everybody in the kitchen. We’re having a family meeting.”
“We never had a family meeting before…”
“We never had a problem with a family member we can give away before.”

4. By “always” I mean “until I die from lead poisoning.”

Will Someone Please Invent the Virtual Locker Room

Bill Gates, always a man with big ideas, suspects that the internet is going to shake up our educational system:

“Five years from now on the web for free you’ll be able to find the best lectures in the world,” Gates said at the Techonomy conference in Lake Tahoe, CA today. “It will be better than any single university,” he continued.

In fact, this is already true today. When I used to bus-commute across the bridge, every bus ride that I didn’t spend reading pirated young-adult Star Wars novellas or playing “Angry Birds” I spent watching “iTunes U” lectures from Stanford and MIT and iPorn about “Machine Learning” and “Computer Science” and “The Naked Female Body.” If only I could somehow put these on my resume, I’d be able to talk my way into all sorts of jobs I’m not really qualified to do. BillG has got a plan for that too:

He believes that no matter how you came about your knowledge, you should get credit for it. Whether it’s an MIT degree or if you got everything you know from lectures on the web, there needs to be a way to highlight that.

Now, there is a cynical school of thought that says that the value of a MIT degree is not that it signals that you learned dozens of MIT-lecture-worths of things; rather, it’s that it signals that you were admitted to and jumped through all the hoops necessary to survive four years at MIT, in which case the hypothetical third-party credentials “watched a bunch of MIT lectures on the bus” probably aren’t that useful to employers.

Furthermore, being lectured at is frequently not the best way to learn something. Nonetheless, I join BillG in applauding this trend. If it puts competitive pressure on colleges, it will be a good thing.

It seems to me that it’s even more promising for K-12 education. Rather than having centrally-assigned, underqualified teachers trying to lecture 30 students who learn at varying paces (and several of whom are disruptive), each student could find the lecturer and lecture style that works best for him. In many cases these might be no lectures at all. Think of the innovations that would ensue! I bet BillG is most excited about this:

He made sure to say that educational institutions are still vital for children, K-12. He spoke glowingly about charter schools, where kids can spend up to 80% of their time deeply engaged with learning.

But college needs to be less “place-based,” according to Gates. Well, except for the parties, he joked.

Wait, what? K-12 education needs to be “place-based”? I mean, I understand that the internet can’t yet teach kids valuable life skills like “staying in your seat” and “raising your hand before you speak” and “not going to the bathroom without getting permission first” and “getting duct-taped to a bench in the locker room for being too slow at running laps.” But surely virtual locker rooms and virtual duct tape are only a few years away!

(Also, for those of you who don’t know, I am delighted to report that the post-college years contain a huge number of parties, including Oktoberfests, Nights of Decadence, 80′s Parties, Bacchinaliae, Shut-up-and-Drinks, and Lovett Casino Parties.)

It’s tough to assert with a straight face that competition (from the internet or otherwise) will provide vast benefits for students in grades 13-16, but has no role to play in grades K-12. If Bill ever decides to spend his vast fortunes improving education, hopefully he’ll revisit his opinion on this first, before he wastes billions of dollars.

The Cornerstone of Democracy

Most towns have some sort of “school board,” which is tasked with deciding which subjects need to have Biblically-influenced syllabi, taking kickbacks from textbook publishers, and not firing incompetent and/or criminally negligent teachers.

They run for election every few years, filling our medians with campaign signs festooned with grade-school-evocative clip-art like apples and rulers and dunce hats. Their voter’s guide blurbs affirm their commitments to teacher-unionism, to social promotion, to eco-awareness, and to our children.

In Denver, it turns out, they have an additional responsibility: entering into financially catastrophic $750 million derivatives contracts with JPMorgan Chase in order to shore up massively overpromised pension funds:

To members of the Denver Board of Education, it sounded ideal. It was complex, involving several different financial institutions and transactions. But Michael F. Bennet, now a United States senator from Colorado who was superintendent of the school system at the time, and Thomas Boasberg, then the system’s chief operating officer, persuaded the seven-person board of the deal’s advantages, according to interviews with its members.

In retrospect, it’s easy to see how a bunch of educators and schoolparents got taken for a ride by some Wall Street salesguys with slick PowerPoint presentations whose area of expertise is taking people for a ride with slick PowerPoint presentations. Luckily, it’s not actually their money at stake, and the people of Denver (some of whom likely have kids in the school system) ought to be happy to pony up for the difference.

After all, half-billion-dollar loans to pay pensions to former employees of the public school system are the cornerstone of democracy.

A Sky Daddy Is a Sky Daddy

Apparently a bunch of people want to build a new mosque somewhere or another, while a different bunch of people want them not to build it. This not only provides fuel for resuscitating our dwindling 24-hour news cycle, but also creates opportunities for feel-good speechifying, proclamations of “pride” in one’s country and admiration for one’s elected betters, and demonization of one’s political and/or religious opponents.

Insofar as pretty much everyone is my political and/or religious opponent, I find myself without an axe to grind, leaving me to fall back on my default position of blanket opposition to the opening of new religious facilities. As a good libertarian, of course, I default to letting people do whatever they want with their property; however, if you ask my opinion I’m happy to tell you that the world probably doesn’t need any more phony-baloney churches or synagogues or mosques or celebrity centres.

Let it not be said that I am without sympathy for the Muslims of Manhattan, who (I understand) lost their cherished World Trade Center Mosque when it was (along with the rest of the facility) destroyed by so-called “terrorists” with unknown motivations. I do feel a little bit churlish for not being more enthusiastic about their rebuilding plan.

Nonetheless, a sky daddy who insists that you live your life according to the dictates of a magical fairybook is a sky daddy who insists that you live your life according to the dictates of a magical fairybook. Couldn’t we build a Trader Joe’s instead?