Oh, my heart is torn

It’s the dilemma of a million geeks: Jeri Ryan as Seven of Nine or Jolene Blalock as T’Pol?

Both appear in a Star Trek series. Both wear sexy, space-age jumpsuits. Both play characters who are highly logical, yet have a softer side. Both have names that start with the letter J.

What’s a poor geek to do?

A dark threeboding

Maybe it’s the dark, gloomy weather today. Maybe it was the surreal US state of the war union address last night. Maybe it was all the talk about coincidences and synchronicity. Maybe it was the sushi I ate at lunch. Maybe it’s all of these things all rolled together that gives me that dark, almost foreboding feeling that’s curled up deep inside my gut. Next to the sushi.

It’s not completely foreboding. I’m not, for example, completely and utterly convinced that something dire is about to happen. It’s more like threeboding, where I just wouldn’t be surprised if something unpleasant were about to happen, because it would fit the mood.

In a couple of hours, it might ease back to a mere twoboding, where if something bad happens, you look back and say, “I kinda thought that something like that might happen,” but you don’t expect anything unusual in advance.

Then there’s oneboding, where nothing bad happens, and you kind of expected that anyway.

But now? Definitely a melancholy threeboding feeling.

Student can’t be failed

I’m shocked. And, come to think of it, I’m appalled too. I’m shocked and appalled. In these early stages of shocked-ness and appalled-ness, I’m not certain what the proportions are of each that I’m feeling, but I am convinced that both feelings are involved — simultaneously, too. In some cases, I might have been shocked for a moment, then taken a breather before moving on to being appalled, then returned to being shocked again, and continued to alternate between the two until I wore myself out. This time, however, it’s clearly a simultaneous attack of being shocked and appalled.

I just read this article on Canada.com: SFU professor insists an F is an F, But student can’t be failed for hiring a tutor to do her work, panel rules.

A disciplinary panel at Simon Fraser University has ordered an education professor to re-grade a student’s paper after she gave the student an F. Apparently, the student hired a “tutor” to rewrite the paper for an upper-level course in teaching English as a second language.

In my opinion, if you’re a university student, you shouldn’t be allowed to graduate unless you have a strong enough grasp of language to write clearly and effectively, especially in Arts and education. By the time you reach an upper-level course, you should know how to write competently. Hiring a service to rewrite your assignments is unethical — it’s cheating. Your grade on a paper reflects not only the ideas presented, but also the clarity and skill with which you presented them… in. Doh.

I understand why some students would turn to a tutor to check their grammatical and spellling. Everyone makes mistakes, and a good editor is worthless. Priceless, I mean. Yes. A good editor is priceless, but the service did much more than a bit of proofreading. Didn’t the service give the same paper to two students in the same class?

No, the student shouldn’t get an F. If it turns out that this student didn’t write the paper or if the paper was significantly rewritten, then he or she deserves a suspension… and a severe frowning, too.

Please read Pete McMartin’s opinion piece: Today’s lesson is: moral relativism at SFU. He makes the same point, but far more eloquently, and I’m probably correct in guessing that he even wrote it himself.

Attack of the hamsters

I don’t understand. Am I missing something? Over the past weeks, there’s been a rash of Google search requests for hamster pictures.

Why? Why? WHY??

Are hamster pictures suddenly popular? All I can do is sit in my corner and mutter to myself about “kids these days” while shaking my head despairingly.

Zen and the art of coffee vending machine maintenance

Coffee seems like such a simple concoction. Just filter some hot water through ground coffee beans and presto! You have a delicious and invigorating drink.

Then the office coffee maker came along, and an intuitive process became slightly more complicated. You needed to know where to put the grounds and cold water, how much of each to use, which switches to flip and when, and how to clean it after use. Not difficult at all.

Then came that black day in July when they replaced our trusty coffee maker with a coffee vending machine. I was suspicious from the start, and more so the first time it broke down. But at least someone was maintaining it, and so we were trading a bit of quality for the convenience of maintenance-free coffee any time.

At least for a while.

Today, we learn how to refill, clean, and maintain the vending machine, which turns out to be a lot more effort than keeping the traditional coffee pot. So… why is it again that we have a vending machine instead of a coffee pot?

I’m still eyeing that Insert Coins slot suspiciously.