I almost forgot…Easter scenes

Dunkin’ Donuts is to Rhode Island what La Boulangerie or Leidenheimer’s is to New Orleans. New Orleans is probably the French bread capital of the United States; Rhode Island is most definitely the fried dough capital of the United States and – by cholesterol-laden extension – of the universe. New Orleanians remember the drawn-out demise of Tastee Donuts in New Orleans which preceded the brief success and decline of the Krispy-Kreme presence. Alongside these two chains, the Northeast’s champ, Dunkin’, put up a pretty good showing; at last count there were still two Dunkin’ Donuts outlets in New Orleans (the Metro area, not Orleans Parish).

 But here in Rhode Island (there are statistics, by the way, that substantiate the claim about fried-dough consumption), the road to anywhere is paved with Dunkin Donuts, Honey Dew Donuts, Sip ‘n’ Dip Donuts, even the Canadian upstart Horton’s trying to invade this paradise of saturated fat. The eight-mile trip from our condo to Laurie’s former place of work afforded us at least ten different donut opportunities directly on the route of travel, including four Dunkin’ outlets.

So it was not unusual that Sunday saw me visit the closest Dunkin’ outlet (two blocks…it is just barely closer than the Sip ‘n’ Dip which is three blocks away) on the way back from my walk and getting the Sunday papers at Pik ‘n’ Pay. As I headed for the condo, swinging off State Street onto Thames, two substantial wild turkeys came right down the middle of Thames street towards me. They were walking on the yellow centerline, so I decided the best thing was to yield (I don’t know if Rhode Island has rules of the road applicable to turkeys). Striding confidently down the road, the two veered to their left without signaling and entered the parking lot belonging to the US Post Office, their black feathers glistening with a green and purple sheen. Oddly triangular bodies, propelled on substantial drumsticks.

I drove on without finding out what business brought them to town on Easter morning. Perhaps it was simply flaunting their presence on a holiday that they could feel confident about surviving.

And to think that I saw it on Mulberry Thames Street!

The image below is from a walk through Providence’s College Hill on Palm Sunday.

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Compensation

Right. I know. 2163 words is too long a post (see below). As penance, here’s Waiting, a picture taken on March 7th (formatted as widescreen desktop wallpaper, 1920 by 1200 pixels if you click on it).

Waiting

My Approach to Pedagogy

In the fall of 2008 I applied for a tenure-track position at the university where I currently teach as a full-time visiting professor. As I observed to a friend, that would mean that I would be eligible for tenure when I reach 75…just when I’d really be able to enjoy it.

Part of the application process was to prepare a statement about my teaching philosophy. I figure about three people might have read it during that process. So I offer it here.

Oh, and the tenure-track position? Hiring freeze; I’m reappointed as a visitor.

Prologue

 My initial years in grade school were spent in a warm, nurturing, progressive school district on the north side of Chicago. In the third grade, I was transferred to a traditional, conservative school system in a small city in southern Wisconsin. My second grade teacher had had me “tutoring” other kids in spelling: My third grade teacher had me copying Spencerian script into a copy book. When I graduated from that school system, I went to college in northern California, arriving the year after Jack Kerouac published “On the Road,” encountering the “beat” generation’s North Beach coffee-house culture, Mort Sahl at the hungry i, and the Free Speech Movement at Berkeley. After finishing my undergraduate degree in psychology, I joined the US Army, spending three of my five years teaching (in the military style) Latin American military personnel in Panama and on-site in Honduras, Colombia, Venezuela and Brazil. I returned to Stanford for my MBA and Ph.D. degrees, then spent my first two years of university teaching at INSEAD in Fontainebleau, France.

An Eclectic Approach

My education and teaching experiences have given me an exposure to a broad spectrum of approaches to teaching, and I believe that all of them have had an influence on how I understand the educational process and how I try to prepare myself and my materials.

 In the military, an instructor is expected to “script” his class, and the day’s lesson plan includes the equivalent of a transcript which is placed in the back of the classroom so that a visiting inspector can pick it up and find the current place in the class and be able to check the instructor’s execution. The military operates on the belief that no more than three teaching points can be retained from each hour of instruction, so these teaching points are carefully elaborated and presented with particular emphasis. A favorite mantra is “If the student failed to learn, the instructor failed to teach.”

From the Stanford Business School, where cases are used as vehicles to illustrate analytic techniques, I went to INSEAD, founded by a Harvard Business School professor, and worked alongside a professor whose DBA was from Harvard and  had spent five years on the HBS faculty. We used the Harvard approach to cases, using them as opportunities for students to practice decision-making, and he taught me HBS-style extensive individual instructor preparation and the shared preparation by people teaching the same course, the non-directive but fully-scripted instructional style, as well as the expectation that we would visit one another’s classes.

 Finally, I spent 34 years at Tulane, a school whose culture held that the instructor was – once the classroom doors were closed – answerable to no one for what went on in the classroom. Student evaluations were used as measures of classroom performance, but there was no guidance, no review and no peer observation of the courses and their content, other than the guidance sought by the individual instructor. It was a vacuum into which the instructor was required to inject his own structure.

The Raw Material

While I was at Tulane, I regularly taught undergraduates, graduates and executive students, in semester-long courses and short courses. I was fortunate enough to be able to teach in Latin America and in China for the school. Students are the raw material that we work with and making sure that the “student can learn” means understanding the capabilities and the backgrounds of the students in a course.

In the last 15 years, I have observed a marked change in the undergraduate students that I teach; the coming-of-age of the first “Sesame Street” generation was quickly followed by the arrival of the first “MTV” generation, the “Nintendo” generation, and now the “Internet” generation. It is such a cliché that attention spans have dwindled that students in my classrooms now perceive themselves to have short attention spans, and this provides them with an excuse for their lack of concentration.

 I  have not yet encountered this change in my executive classes, although I think it has started to affect graduate classes. What this has meant to me is an increasing concentration on pre-identifying the important concepts of an undergraduate course and giving them sufficient emphasis so that the students can identify them readily. Today’s textbooks do not make this easy with their ever-increasing quantity of “extras” embedded in the text.

 Course Content

 I believe that the initial responsibility of the instructor is the establishment of the teaching points to be covered in the course, both overall and hour-by-hour. While the military insists that three teaching points per hour are as much as can be comprehended by a student, the number is probably not much greater than three.

The next problem facing the instructor is fitting his concept of the course content to that of the text and ancillary materials being used. While I have used (mostly) my own materials in teaching the Marketing Seminar over the past years, my other courses have used 0ff-the-shelf texts, and I have not used the same text for more than two consecutive semesters over the past twelve years. This has allowed me to conclude two things: First, that there is so much material in current texts that almost any text can be adapted for use in a particular course, and, second, that current texts are very poorly organized with respect to a coherent internal structure that gives emphasis to the important material and removes less important material. It is probably the all-inclusiveness of standard texts that keeps us from making the effort to organize our own material; have the students buy a standard text, then use a syllabus to trim the material into shape.

 Almost inevitably, however, there will be discrepancies between what a text makes available and what the instructor feels must be covered. Sometimes these are major points, and sometimes they are a matter of adding emphasis to available material. In these cases, the instructor is faced with the need to find a way to provide the additional material. This has presented me with opportunities for the development of supplemental web-based and multimedia content that I find to be the most enjoyable challenge of preparing a course.

 For the principles courses that I teach, I feel there is sufficient substantive material to be covered that I limit “activities” to short exercises used to illustrate specific course teaching points. While in-class activities may be pleasing to students who feel attention-challenged, they frequently interfere with the time required to cover essential materials. Where there is a trade-off involved between activities and substantive material, I will tend to err on the side of substantive material. For my Advertising Principles course, however, I do include a creative exercise, a page-layout exercise, and a Google ad-writing exercise in addition to a few in-class exercises.

For advanced courses such as the Marketing Seminar, I find that the use of a fully-featured simulation as a vehicle to illustrate strategic concepts is a useful tool. It is my view that various activities – simulations, competitions, internships, and projects – serve an extremely useful purpose as vehicles to test the application of learned concepts, but that they require that, first, the student learn the concepts and, second, that the activities be strongly supervised.

Gradual evolution

As part of this shift in teaching styles that I feel drives my work, I produced the following note and distributed it to my Advertising Principles classes in the Fall of 2008. I will be trying to extend its applicability in coming semesters:

 The New Teaching

I started teaching in the military. The Army had developed a technique for teaching the materials that were essential for a soldier’s survival and success (not always the same thing). The instructor had to produce a lesson plan that included a verbatim script which was to be placed in the back of the room for the head of the department to use to check how the lesson was going. Even the jokes to be used were to be included in the script; everything was planned ahead and laid out.

Included in the lesson plan were the Teaching Points to be covered. There were never more than three teaching points in a 50-minute class. The teaching points were what the student was to retain after the class and would be the basis for examinations. The teaching point might encompass more than one factoid. For example, a teaching point might be to know how to name the parts of one of the assemblies making up the M1 rifle, in which case all of the names of the parts would have to be memorized. For example, the Feeding and Operation Assembly of the Garand M1 Rifle has 11 individual parts. That teaching point might be the only teaching point in a 50-minute class on the functioning of the M1 rifle.

This kind of training produces people who know the names of the parts of their weapon. As the Army discovered, however, it does not produce people who use their weapons. In studies following the Korean Conflict, the Army found that less than two-thirds of infantrymen fired their weapons in battle, and that the number of those who directed their fire effectively in the direction of the enemy was even less.

This is the clearest example I know of that shows the importance of using outcomes as the measure of effective learning. It seems obvious that the reason for soldiers to learn about their weapons is so that they can be effectively used, yet the teaching methodology and course content had been designed to teach people how to take apart and put together their weapons. Knowing what the name of the follower arm pin is and what it contributes to the functioning of an M1 is useful, but does little to improve effective fire.

Anyhow, I am trying to think about the desired outcomes of this particular class. During the semester there will be many factoids and a lot of examinable information covered but what I want all of them to point towards are the desired outcomes, not just measurable hurdles for you to clear. While that sounds easy, it’s not the way that I’ve taught for the past 44 years. So here goes:

Desired outcomes, Advertising Principles MRKT 301

1.        Actively perceive and evaluate advertising as a part of your environment.

2.       Understand how advertising is created, works and is evaluated

Rationale: While few of you will ever work for an advertising agency, many of you will have the occasion to create or participate in the creation of persuasive messages. This course should provide you with the tools to make your efforts effective.

Professor Ed Strong
Advertising Principles
Fall 2008

  Measurement

At INSEAD (in 1971) we undertook a major review of the school’s grading scheme. As a result of that experience, I became and remain an advocate of classifying people into three groups: The upper sixth, the middle two-thirds, and the lower sixth. The upper sixth become candidates for honors, the lower sixth become candidates for possible probation or termination, and the middle two-thirds are in no difficulty. For honors or probation/termination, the number of different classes in which you are in the top or bottom sixth becomes the critical determinant. Beyond this, it is my belief that grades are not useful.

 I’ve never been at a school willing to undertake this scheme, and I doubt I ever will. And my practical experience has indicated that exams and graded exercises are motivators that have become extremely necessary to get students to do the required reading in a timely fashion. As a result, over the past five years, I have increased the number and frequency of examinations so that there are now a minimum of four in my principles courses, and I can see this number increasing in the future.

 Epilogue

 My approach to pedagogy has been to evolve in response to the demands of the course content and the course audience. I think this is taking my work in interesting and challenging directions, relying far less on the printed word and far more on internet distribution of digital content, and that digital content becoming increasingly rich in terms of sound, graphics and video.

 On one hand, it pleases me to be able to keep moving forward with teaching technology, having been blessed with a technical inclination that probably stems from having been raised working at a family newspaper. On the other hand, it is a little sad that it is accelerating now that I am reaching the end of my teaching career. I would guess that there’s plenty of excitement down the road for younger professors.

Walkin’, yes indeed, and I’m talkin’…

Last time, I was about to get a new right hip; it was supposed to happen on the 9th of December but due to an unusual set of circumstances, Laurie and I ended up being told, at 6 p.m., that the surgery wasn’t going to happen that day.

(The day of fasting and prep was part of the annoyance…the fact that we’d come over to Boston and checked Laurie into a guest house at the hospital and would have to extract her from that was another…and since Laurie isn’t a great Interstate driver in the winter, the fact that we’d taken the train from Providence made it a late night getting home.)

Best face on disaster: We were called on Wednesday and told that the surgery would happen on Saturday morning, so Friday night we spent the night in Boston at the Omni Parker House, having supper  in their wonderful paneled dining room and having – surprise! – Parker House rolls to accompany dinner. Growing up I never realised that Parker House rolls were anything but some euphemistic brand name (like Catherine Clarke Brownberry Bread – which mother always called Helen Gates bread). 

Surgery on a Saturday morning when no other surgeries are going on is kind of intimate. Laurie sat by me during the preparations, watching me disappear down the hall as they administered the IV tranquilizers. The long and the short of it is that by Tuesday afternoon I was out of the hospital and home; three and a half weeks later, I was told I could shed the crutches and cane and drive again.

This week I’ve gone back out to walk through Colt State Park (I was a little leery of trying it before because we’ve had plenty of ice and a good bit of snow, so I was using the treadmill in the condo). This morning the fragmites along the Mill Gut looked sparkly in the early morning sun….

Winter Grasses 1

Western edge of the Mill Gut, 7:30 a.m. and 14 degrees F.

So the hip is  a great success. Betty Brito (who’s had both hips replaced) told me that the most impressive thing about the surgery would be that I would suddenly have no pain. At all. And she was right. There are sorenesses and little tweaks, but they have to do with the surgery, not the hip.

And, if I have a recommendation for anyone facing hip replacement surgery it would be that you should keep exercising as much as possible before the surgery. The (former) runner in me kept me trying to be as balanced and symmetrical as possible in my gait and to ignore – as much as I could – the pain. I think that the fact that my muscles were in balance and in good tone was what made the difference in coming back from the surgery quickly.

Happy Holidays!

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The fall has been spent wearing away the last few centimeters of cartilage around my right hip joint, so the time has come to call for replacements. I have never been a fan of artificiality, even when it comes with “triple-stranded polymer plastic” which I am told will make up the lining of my new socket. (I will leave it to you to google that…I have, and little light was shed.) But I had reached the point where additional anti-inflammatories weren’t possible so I’ve opted for total hip replacement.

I will be off-line for several days starting tomorrow (this certainly won’t be missed, given the pace of postings to this blog) but I thought a holiday shout-out to my peeps was in order. God rest ye merry, gentlepersons!

Contemplation of the simpler life

On Walden Pond
On Walden Pond

Addie took this and we all enjoyed it. A Columbus Day weekend trip to search out fall foliage ended up with us picnicing alongside the location of Henry David Thoreau’s hootch on Walden Pond. Literally, I could spit and hit the hearthstone from where we are seated. So…bread, cheese (no wine…not allowed in the park)…and Oprah’s magazine, which Laurie took about two minutes to take up and begin searching the article on the season’s hottest boots.

Bears go to the bathroom in the woods, Thoreau contemplated life in the woods, and Laurie shopped in the woods. Seems fair.
 

Grumpy

I’ve been chewing on this one for a while. A while back, I posted this photo to a weather site because I thought that it captured early summer morning mist in a thoroughly bucolic setting. It has the hand-hewn fence, the thistles, the Queen Anne’s lace and – of course – the cow (incidentally, an heirloom breed).

A bunch of people came by and left nice notes and rated the picture more highly than anything else I’ve posted to that site. 

But one person dropped by and said that anyone could take pictures of cows – in fact, she claimed to have taken some herself – but what made this picture special for her was its title (Beauvine). 

I wrote back saying that for someone who had spent 35 years in Louisiana, spelling Bo as Beaux and Go as Geaux came pretty naturally and anyone can do it – most people do, and clearly I had just done it.

So I’ve been muttering under my breath about it and I finally realized that what bothered me was the gist of her remark…that the photo was unremarkable for its visual content, as though that cow by any other name wouldn’t smell of more than – well, whatever.

Anyhow. I’m headed over to my Flickr site, because my second-most-popular photo in terms of views is an unremarkable shot of a woodchuck that Yahoo! images has keyed on as a top-indexed photo. I intend to boost its memorability and acceptance by renaming it “Geaupher.”

Queen Anne’s Lace WS

Originally uploaded by bigfoot

Suitable as widescreen wallpaper. (Click on photo at right, click on “All Sizes” above photo on Flickr site, then download “Original Size”.)

Eccentricity

Maurice Webster was my father’s mother’s brother. An achitect who played chess at the open-air chess boards in Chicago. He rolled his own cigarettes from a pouch of Bull Durham, a process that fascinated small children. Once, when he was visiting Beloit to look after a building project on the college campus, I saw him drive by in his Henry-J sedan. I hopped on my bike and pedaled madly after him, arriving out-of-breath at the garage where he was going to have it looked at. “Hello, Uncle Morris,” I said. He said nothing to me and walked past me to talk with the mechanic.

Later in the day he made a special trip to the house to tell my parents that he was sorry that he had not recognized me.

At the family Christmas party, we knew it was time for the party to break up when Uncle Morris laid down on the floor, took up a lighted candle and held it with crossed hands on his chest and closed his eyes.

If ever there was an example that allowed each of us to be exactly what he wanted to be, Uncle Morris was it. This video clip shows his contribution to his sister’s 75th birthday celebration.

Email to my son

Your mother has me reading her book club book, Wallace Stegner’s Crossing to Safety, taking its name from a Robert Frost poem, not a Robert Frost poem that I know, nor one that I heard him read when he appeared at Stanford when I was an undergraduate.
 
Wallace Stegner was, when I was an undergraduate, the director of the creative writing program, a figure widely spoken of but never seen by non-English major undergraduates. He was one of two such figures harbored in the English Department, the other being Yvor Winters, a poet and literary critic. Those two were the pillars upon which the English Department was founded. Their doctoral students and post-grads were the people who taught us Freshman English, or at least those of us lucky enough to get placed into Honors English.
 
As luck would have it, I drew W. Wesley Trimpi as my instructor. He was a disciple of Winters, he wrote some poetry at the time but – I have found out – became known as a literary critic in the years after I knew him. He wore tweed jackets and blue plaid sport shirts with poorly-knotted knit black ties and had the habit of pressing a piece of chalk which he held like a cigarette against his lips as a sort of extra punctuation as he spoke. Reading aloud to the class seemed to give him a special pleasure. I am a little sad that the Wikipedia entry on Yvor Winters lists several disciples but Trimpi is not listed among them. Trimpi stayed at Stanford throughout his career and became professor emeritus. I had him for Freshman English in his second year there; he was twelve years older than me.
 
The reason for going on like this is that I was reminded of some of the things you said about learning how to write for your professors – in particular writing for journalism versus writing for literary style – and being able to switch gears between classes. I really did have to learn how to write for Trimpi (and, fortunately, I did learn). He liked his student essays without emotion or humor, he insisted that each word had a unique meaning and that only one word could be correctly used in a particular context. Hairs were split, precision demanded. I only ever had to write like I wrote for Trimpi in that class, yet I think that it had a profound influence on everything else that I have ever written.
 
So maybe there is something about being able to write to specifications that is a good thing to learn.
 
In any event, here is a Spring desktop background for you, the product not of W. Wesley Trimpi’s English lessons but rather of having had a Brownie 620 Box camera shoved into my hands at the age of 6.
 
Enjoy.