A Homage to Roger Abramson

1.  You wonder how Kellogg’s can do something like this with a straight face.  You own Keebler and you make Frosted Flakes.  Who do you think is your largest adult non-kid-having customer base?

2.  Where are my crocuses?  Have I angered them?  Did I plant them wrong?  Is there still time for them to come up?

3.  I feel like I should say just a hair more about the Google peer review thing.  I cheered because some journal subscriptions cost $25,000 a year and when libraries have to pay that, it eats out of the rest of their acquisitions budget.  Or their budget budget, period.  That hits me where I live.  And I do think there’s something wrong with how long it can take for journals to come out, so I welcome the pressure on how scholarly journals are done, in that way.  But, let me direct your attention here, and here, and here.  And I will just say that, if there are scholars out there who think that they write fine and don’t need an editor, that the whole editorial process is just slowing them down from getting their work out there?  Well, buddy, you are wrong.

4.  I was having a discussion with some conservative over at Tiny Pasture’s yesterday and he was trying to tell me that Tennessee is staunchly pro-life and so I asked him what plans the Republicans had for lowering infant mortality rates and he accused me of suggesting that we need to raise taxes.  That still makes me laugh.  I love y’all, Conservatives, but that, to me, sums up the problem with where you are right now.  “I love the babies, except if it’s going to cost me money or require you to teach me and my kids how not to get pregnant.”

Yes, it seems that, even if we shared the common goal of reducing abortions, and even if we somehow got the anti-abortion crowd to agree that just making them illegal is not the answer, we would have to find a way to reduce abortions that didn’t involve spending money or giving people the knowledge they need to keep from getting pregnant.

That’s exactly why I don’t take their concerns all that seriously.  If it’s really important to save human life, you find the money for it and you put aside your own discomfort.  If you just want to bully sluts and irresponsible women (or, you know, rape victims and people stuck in horrible situations), you’re just never going to have me on your side about that.  Refusing to find the money tells me you’re not all that excited about anything other than the getting to make women feel shitty.

5.  I don’t have a 5!  I don’t have five things to say.  Except that I want to plant my flower garden today, right now.  I am so tired of all the brown everywhere.  When does spring start?

8 thoughts on “A Homage to Roger Abramson

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  2. Yes, sometimes the “obstacles” that editors “throw up” before they are willing to publish are things like making logical inferences from cited sources (not wingnut leaps of fantastical thinking — often what looks like citation turns into miscitation when an editor read the cited work and realizes that its been wildly mischaracterized), cleaning up plagiarism issues, and contextualizing findings in relation to the work of other scholars. Not everything researchers dream up is earth-shatteringly novel; I’ve seen wildly aggrandized claims made for what amounts to a modest rewriting of some other scholar’s conclusions, but it turned out that the author of the piece was just unaware of thirty years of work on the question done by feminist scholars. Clarity of writing — particularly scientific writing — is also an issue. One can be a great chemist and a poor communicator. Since the point of academic writing is to transmit ideas from one brain to another as clearly as possible, it’s a problem if researchers don’t know how to write well.

  3. Oh, and your crocuses will bloom at the appropriate time for wherever they were grown. All your bulbs will do that their first year.

  4. I totally read your first comment as being about the crocuses and I was like “They do hate me! There’s a crocus conspiracy against me!”

    I’m just so ready for some color. Color. Color.

  5. Where are my crocuses? Have I angered them? Did I plant them wrong? Is there still time for them to come up?

    oooh, i think i may have to hate you now, for living where such questions make sense in February. early February, even. hate hate hate.

    if you lived where i do, the answer to your first question would be “underneath two feet of snow, like everything else outdoors”, and you could have all the color you were ready for so long as it was white.

    or blue, that melancholic icy blue the light gets when it’s really cold out. you get that color too.

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