The Freedom Of The Blahg

Recently, I met with a college administrator to discuss my job.  During the course of the brief meeting, this person said, “I read your blog”.  (It’s probably only a tiny coincidence that another statement was made by the person a short time later: “I can fire you”).

I read over the entire Blahg archive today, and removed any direct naming of the college, except in instances where I was promoting a public, student-related event.  I am satisfied that, with the exception of today’s entry, I have not directly referred to any person at the college, except in the early post titled “The Deaf Card” when I said, “My tenured colleagues frequently receive nice fat faculty grants” and once when I gave the first name of a person, to thank him for finding a quiet restaurant for me.  I also removed that name. 

I am patently offended at having my blog mentioned in connection with my job. Issues of academic freedom aside, issues of where employment ends and personal life begins aside, this is my blog, about me.  I try to write as conscientiously and metaphorically as I can about how all the situations in my life affect me.

I’m somewhat astounded, still, over how many people find Blahg interesting enough to read it regularly. But because you are reading, I now consider the blog to be an aspect of my artwork, albeit a minor one. What I write here is my intellectual property, my work, governed only by me.

The piece mentioned specifically was “Deafened In Academe”.  I was told that it was “unfair” to compare academics with carnivorous birds.*  Personally, I think that piece, which is about how academe operates in general, and what it’s like to be ‘disabled’ within that environment specifically, is one of the best I’ve written, and that the simile is singularly apt (at least for my small capabilities as a writer).  I stand by every word of it. 

I repeat: this is my blog, my space, these are my opinions and observations.

If you don’t like them, leave a comment to say so, or leave, period. And, if anyone, anywhere, reads something I’ve written about metaphorically, and believes that they see themselves in that writing: that is your conscience speaking.  Unless I tell you directly that this is about you, you are operating on assumption, and your assumptions are your responsibility, not mine.


*which, I admit, amused me greatly.


2 thoughts on “The Freedom Of The Blahg

  1. WOW. “Unfair??!” HAHAAA. That’s a good one. I agree – that bird piece was fantastic, and one of the early ones that got me hooked onto your blog. I know that it’s common these days for the online persona and everything that comes with it to (sometimes unfairly) affect the actual person in real life, in regards to employment. I’ve always been kind of sketched out by that aspect of contemporary life now, and have laid low on giving opinions about it, though I’m sure they will surface whenever I re-enter the world of being employed by institutions. I’ve also spent time going back and editing posts to protect myself and others, and in the course of blogging have shifted a lot in the way I see my rights and responsibilities as a blogger.

    I think it’s ridiculous to threaten firing you based on THIS blog. If anything, it should help your case b/c it gives yet another facet of you as a person and artist, which I think is really valuable to see in a teacher. I have no idea how I would have considered this blog when I was your student, but I’m really thankful for it now, for many reasons. And thankful that you continue to stand up for yourself. Rock on!

  2. No, I need to correct that impression: firing me specifically because of the blog wasn’t mentioned. The blog was mentioned, and firing me was mentioned, but not together.
    I believe that I have tried to blog responsibly. I write only about how I’m being affected, how I feel personally. I haven’t written about policies, faculty agendas, curriculum or other major employment issues. However, this incident was so inappropriate (and probably even illegal) that I decided to blog about it.

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