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May 28, 2007.  The last time I listened to Coltrane's Africa/Brass album.  199 times, I've listened to the opening track of Pat Metheny's "A Map of the World", morning music (yeah, still, Tone, and it's still your fault. I've eliminated the album from my "most played" playlists.) April 1, 2007, the last time I listened to Arvo Part's Berliner Messe.  I used to fall asleep with that album playing every night in the late spring and summer of 1994.  So much to read, so much to listen to, and I'm feeling burdened by the limitations of my work.  What should be intellectual freedom is instead the burden of a book unwritten, of promise yet to be fulfilled, the sword of Damocles dangling ominously, yet described in triplicate and its severance a process well documented and funded by the Great State of California.  I've somehow come to associate my not-listening-to-jazz (in favour of a wave of indie/shoegazing over the last few years) with not-being-done-with-my-book and not-being-more-productive.  I'm not sure why, as I've been stupidly productive, of late, despite the two unwritten talks in the next 5 1/2 weeks scaring the living fuck out of me.  The bigger audience, 1st week in April, likely the less important talk than the smaller-but-everyone-is-someone audience, 3rd week in April talk.  Sigh.  Back to Mrs. Mandlestam, having dabbled in some of Osip's poetry, this evening, and another fine glass of the fine invention of Glenmorangie  aged in Burgundy casks.  Delightful.  

Of meerkats and plagiarism

Ah, copy, paste, and google. You have radically altered the landscape of plagiarism.  Indeed, you have opened fascinating questions about originality, and perhaps blurred the boundaries, some, as fair use and copyright and the exactness of digital reproduction battle it out in a landscape not even vaguely imagined by Benjamin and his art of mechanical reproduction.  The trifecta of google, copy, paste has made it infinitely easier to translate (trans+latio, to bear or carry over or across) materials from one context to another.  At the same time, of course, the classic arms-race model of students vs. teachers (it's not really oppositional, of course, but the ethical question of plagiarism is an important one.  Plus, we wrap our courses and our exams in a sort of shrink-wrap honor code: cheating will be punished, and enrolling in our institution constitutes immediate acceptance of this.)  has made it infinitely easier to discover when materials have been lifted. (Sorry about the nested parentheses. I'm under-caffeinated, and trying to keep this vaguely comprehensible).  Anyway, I had a student a few years ago who attempted to copy-and-paste some materials from Wikipedia into a 5-page paper on Philip Larkin.  Not the sharpest of kids, the impassioned denunciation of Larkin's opposition to be-bop and the implicitly racist judgement of Larkin as a white jazz critic on a natively black art form....well, it was clear my charming student didn't write it, and was a no-brainer to find on the web.  (I love me my 'statistically improbable phrases', even if I use them heuristically, they work well enough.)  Revise and resubmit (I would've kicked him out, but I was leaving the school in weeks, and I fought the decent fight, but the good fight eluded me), only to discover the annoying little shit submitted a SECOND paper employing google-copy-paste, this time, at least, it was relevant to the paper and the analysis of poetry that had been assigned, and, to his credit, was the second google result on Larkin rather than Wikipedia as the first result.  All of which is to say, meerkat journalism makes for really awful dialogue in romance novels.