Wednesday, July 01, 2009

FAR 4 : the new frontier of academic class war.

We won't pay for NYU's crisis, but that won't stop them from trying to force us to.

Last week NYU finally confirmed to the graduate student body that it planned to implement its "FAR 4" restructuring this fall. FAR 4 purports to abolish, formally, the category of teaching assistant in favor of mass adjunctification of TA labor on a putatively voluntary basis. Theoretically NYU grad employees would now be able to join the adjuncts union, or so the deans claim - in fact they still have yet to discussFAR-4 with local 7902 (the adjuncts' union) and have offered only flimsy explanations for how grad employees would be able to meet the contact hour cutoffs for adjunct union membership.

That's the least of folks' worries, though. FAR-4 would, in the short term, free up some time and give folks in their first five years a small amount of extra cash. Maybe 8,000 bucks for two semesters of teaching, depending on what it is you're teaching and how much time you spend in the classroom. But there's a rigid five year funding cutoff replacing a somewhat more fluid, if nonetheless exploitative in itself current arrangement where full TA appointments are often still available to 6th and 7th year students in many departments. So few PhD students ever finish in five years - something that a modest decline in teaching "responsibilities" - and the email sent by the deans to department chairs and DGSes two weeks ago suggests that all current PhD students will be expected to fulfill all remaining "obligations," despite the fact that FAR 4 supposedly completely disambiguates teaching labor from the conditions of graduate employee "financial aid" (i.e. pay) - that FAR 4 will likely create a permanent corps of liminal, superexploited, "superannuated" grad employees teaching 3/2 loads for less money than i get paid to teach a 1/1. In the labor movement, we call that a speed-up. A pretty gross one at that. And it's a speed up which may only be available to non-intl students: despite vague administrative promises to "work around" f-1 Visa working hours/week and demonstrated level of support restrictions, the math just doesn't compute. If one teaching assistant gig is supposed to be twenty work hours per week, as we're all told during our teacher trainings, and twenty hours per week now pays about $4000 per semester, how do I demonstrate I have $20,000 dollars of support if I can't work more than 20 hours per week as a condition of my VISA and am not independently wealthy? Dude, it's like herrenvolk exploitation!

FAR 4 has been framed explicitly as an anti-union measure by the deans, a way to "finesse" an expected reversal of the National Labor Relations Board's 2004 Brown Decision, to preempt expected actions by the federal government to restore federal labor protections to graduate employees at private universities. Even if they aren't lying about the possibility of joining the adjunct union, NYU administrators know full well that FAR 4 would, by rendering much of our labor and compensation invisible under the sign of "financial aid," dramatically reduce and circumscribe what aspects of our work and compensation we would be able to negotiate. Health care, for instance, would be off-limits, still subject, as it has been for the four years since GSOC's last contract expired, to administrative whim and fiat. That's not an acceptable alternative to a GSOC contract, clearly. And one doubts that local 7902 is particularly jazzed about the creation of a subclass of pseudoadjuncts who can take bargaining unit work (though adjunct positions fromerly known as ta jobs will supposedly be reserved for graduate students) but won't be on equal footing with the rest of its membership in several important respects.
Oh, and then there's the fact that the whole thing appears to be a sham. Not only will we be doing the same work, but at least if administrative communiques to department chairs and dgses are to be believed, the very disambiguation between teaching labor and graduate employee "funding" is nonexistent. Everyone admitted to the graduate school prior to the spring of 2009 is still "obligated" to teach as a condition of our funding. So what FAR 4 means for us is a continued attack on our union rights, a speed up both of our labor and of our time to degree with no relaxing of either requirements.

Merry crisis, indeed.

(This is but a sample of FAR 4's implications. Others of note include the reliance on the "moral authority" of the faculty to compel grad employees to teach after/if ever the disambiguation actually takes place i.e., the hypermanagerialization of the faculty/grad employee relationship, and much more!)

Folks I've talked to over the last three months (since this plan was initially made public - sorry for not blogging, by the way) have been both highly skeptical of the administration's claims that FAR 4 will allow us to teach less but also initially pessimistic and defeated. Thankfully, the more we learn about what this plan is and what it does, the more people seem amped up to fight it. It's going to be an interesting year. But hey, if you wanna be starting something, you got to be starting something.

(give me points for not slipping in "they don't care about us" or "scream," both of which are relevant, or babbling about Manu Dibango, except in praeteritio. As always, only I am culpable for the above blog entry and its many failings, hypertext links to michael jackson videos, and the opinions expressed and claims made within.)

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Deleted the post about last weekend, since it didn't seem all that useful or well-written, but i will soon write a longer piece about GSOC's recent travails, so keep reading. kthxbai.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

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Walking again past the new high rise condos off Flatbush that weren't here four years ago, the increasingly militarized parameter around Tillary and Flatbush, the hypersecuritized catholic church at Jay and Cathedral, the clinic in the bridge's shadow, playgrounds that reek of marijuana, and onto the bridge, past Jehovah's witness windows onto hardhats and endless storage closets and billboards. I'm walking and I'm thinking about the union and the last 4 years of my life and parasitic pseudotrotskyist raids and my diss proposal and the Dumbo yuppies below and everything I'm doing wrong. Walking past anarchist graffiti onto the river towards Manhattan's collapsing future and army of casual labor. A wedding in Brooklyn bridge park below, a water-taxi, a foggy haze. Jogging combines flanerie with Foucauldian discipline. My walks are not flanerie, because I'm going somewhere even if I don't know where that is yet. Lame defense. Fuck it, occupy everything. Occupy buildings and build committee. Past the FDR over the baseball fields of the LES and the swath of projects and into the Bowery and neoliberalism's shiny new facades. My walk is almost over.

Friday, May 15, 2009

this blog still exists

But I put it on the back burner this semester because of organizing responsibilities, academics, and other work. I'm sitting in the panopticon now, reading Moon-Kie Jung's "Reworking Race and Labor: The Making of Hawaii's Interracial Labor Movement," thinking about my diss while trying to pull together this final incomplete, and staring out the window at the Empire State Building. Hopefully, I'll figure out how to use this space more productively over the next few weeks. I don't feel like it's had much of a purpose since that little essay about the movement in New Haven two years ago...

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Eight years since Vinny and the reggae truck and Quebec city. And now it's Stimpy and FAR 4 and "moral authority," about which i may blog later but must now away...

Friday, March 27, 2009

dollhouse goes to college

Tonight's episode of Dollhouse read like page freaking 33 of Slaughter and Leslie's Academic Capitalism, "congealed intellectual labor" and all. As in Buffy Season 4 academic technoscience is sinister, but here the demons are us dude, (which was ultimately the point of Buffy as well, i suppose.) Unlike in Buffy we're not (yet) talking about the state - although the Dollhouse has infiltrated state agencies up the wazoo. Instead we get the relationship between the university, the shady biotech/pharma corporation, and the global conglomerate that erases animal rights' activists' brains and turns them into sex robot amnesiac rewriteable palimpsests. Instead of the military demonic academic complex it's an only slightly paranoid look at the nefarious entanglements of university patent offices and the politics of tech transfer and industrial espionage. Three Joss Whedon shows and three abused grad students - Buffy had Riley, so damaged by drug withdrawal and emasculation he pays vampires to bite him. Angel had Fred, thrown into a hell dimension by an advisor jealous of his student's superior command of theoretical physics, and dollhouse has the kid who beats his own skull to a pulp against the lab window tripping out on outsourced Dollhouse brain juice.

I'm writing this directly after the episode aired. I was not going to post about television again for a while, much less about a show i wrote quite a bit about last week, but the subject of this week's episode demanded otherwise. I may have more to say later or tomorrow or whenever I get the chance to rewatch the episode. In the meantime, it's back to the writing.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

"Go live in your real world, if you ever did"/"I live to serve lunch."

spoiler warning for the BSG finale blah blah blah.

Here's last night's episode of Dollhouse, which embraces the kinds of interpretive disputes I tried to stage between myself and Alyssa yesterday, albeit problematically, invoking race and sexual violence in some deeply inadequate ways. That said, I think it continues to raise intriguing questions along the lines I traced yesterday, and beyond. Judge for yourself.
We are all (maybe) dolls, and the dollhouse is a global phenomenon. Unoriginal? Perhaps, but intersting in light of some of the other frames through which the show asks us to understand the world it conjures.

In any event, it's more interesting than the finale of Tahmoh Penikett's other show, Battlestar Galactica, which slid easily back into the show's racist, imperialist Mormon iconography and made me want to smash my laptop in half. It's good that I didn't, because now i need ot get back to work on my paper(s). Sigh.