Where is MJP going?

I know I’ve yakked about MJP till the cows come home, most specifically here, in the letter I send to people urging them to do it at tournaments I'm tabbing. Originally MJP happened only at a few circuity tournaments, so the first people to get attached to it were $ircuit folks. As a general rule, they would all rank the same judges about the same way (or totally opposite), but they were at tournaments with strong judge pools of a circuit mindset, and life was honky dory for the most part. Meanwhile, as it was introduced at more and more tournaments, a lot of people—including me, to begin with—were perceiving it as a circuit finagle, a way of engineering judges favorable to you and not to your opponent, and they refused to use it. After some experience I learned otherwise and became a supporter, hence my letter of explanation, telling people why this perceived finagle was not inherently the case, and showing how, if only circuit people ranked, then all the circuit people would indeed get judges favorable to them who were, perhaps, not favorable to the unranking opponent, whereas if both sides ranked, we would move the needle back a bit on the march of circuit styles, and more importantly, even the playing field. I created the Circuit/Traditional/Newcomer designations to make preffing easier for folks who didn’t want to spend their lives poring over judge paradigms.

Going by my experience at Yale, a lot more schools are ranking than before, so maybe my push has been successful. The down side of this, if this is in fact a down side, is that the more people rank according to unique preference systems, the harder it is to find a 1-1 judge. More than ever in anything I’ve tabbed, this tournament had a lot of 2-2s and 3-3s, not because of anything other than that the students debating had no common 1s. In fact, a couple of times we had literally no mutuality whatsoever. That is, two debaters hitting in the round had not ranked a single judge identically (with the possible exception of strikes, but they don’t come into play because mutual strikes are not a potential possibility). But the real issue was not lack of mutuality as much as lack of highly ranked mutuality. So whereas last year if there were a couple of 3-3s, it would have been a lot, here there were indeed a lot of them. And some 4-4s and even 5-5s. People kept coming into tab saying that they’re getting a 4, to which I inevitably responded, “So is your opponent.”

Here is the point that needs to be understood as MJP becomes more common. It is MUTUALLY preferred judges, meaning that tab will assign the best judge that you have ranked identically to you and your opponent. Which means that, as MJP becomes more common, you are no longer going to get nothing but highly preferred judges. Sometimes you and your opponent are going to get someone whose paradigm is unfavorable to both of you, or who is a newcomer, or who is someone you think is dumber than a box of rocks but you’d already used up your strikes on the ones who made these losers look like little Einsteins. In a way, it is a step back in time to when you just got random judges and no one looked at the judges’ abilities, although with the important difference that both you and your opponent, going into the round, both perceive of that judge the same way, whereas in the past, one of you might have been advantaged by that randomness. In any case, that step back in time requires something that we used to value higher than any other aspect of debating skill, something that may be one of if not the most important lesson to be learned in public speaking, but which has sort of gone by the wayside. To wit, debaters have to learn (or relearn) how to adapt to judges. If you’re a $ircuit kid debating in front of one of your 1s, you do what you want because that’s also what the judge wants. If you’re a $ircuit kid debating in front of one of your 4s, you'd better do what the judge wants.

Adapting to your audience is the number one most important skill a public speaker must master. If you are lecturing on genetics at a graduate course at MIT, your lecture should be different from the one you would give on the same subject to the Middle School PTA. In debate, how many times have we heard judges complain that they were asked for their paradigm, and mentioned something like speed, which is easily adjustable by the debater, and then been totally ignored. “If you were going to ignore my paradigm, why did you ask me?”

Judge adaptation is the kiss of death for some people, and in the brave new world of MJP, they will pay for that. It doesn’t just work against circuit styles. Traditional kids might find themselves in a room with a circuit judge. Then what?

I don’t know how much of an effect MJP will have in the long run, but I’m beginning to suspect that my hopes that the effect would be positive are being realized. As educators, it is our job to train students to do some very narrow thing really well. We look to the benefits not of the thing itself, which are inherently narrow, but the aspects of the thing that are not narrow, e.g., the need to research, to write, to think. If we can add to this list the need to win arguments in front of a diverse set of adjudicators rather than a limited set of adjudicators, we are doing a better job and adding a truly valuable skill.

I’m all for it.

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The last 'nanigans come down the runway

Eponymous Matt says he was able to load the TRPC software and it ran for a while before giving him some errors. I’ll take that as a good sign. If it weren’t going to run at all, it wouldn’t run from the get-go. Run-time errors after that are probably a result of lack of real data. I’ll bring a back-up PC to the Pups just in case, plus Catholic Charlie will have one, and of course we could do it all on one machine (I did that last year), but multiples are better. Meanwhile, the Pups ’nanigan defenses, which continue to roll down the pike, have ranged from petulance (always a winner in my book) to wounded doe-ism to good old-fashioned Big Daddy mendacity. Some of them have surprised me, not so much in their content but in their source, but most of them, when you boil them down, are the same old same old from the Usual Suspects. I know you’d like it if I named names and provided all the gory details, but by now the members of the VCA are well aware that my point is not to accuse individuals of offenses real or imagined, but simply to point out that offenses occur, and that they are noted on the other end, and one is better off not committing offenses in the first place. Keep in mind that mistakes are not offenses, because if we weren’t allowed to make mistakes, we’d all be up the creek. Repeating mistakes, on the other hand, is a different business. One’s goal in life ought to be to go forth and make new mistakes rather than falling into the rut of repeating the old ones. Words to live by, sort of.

Meanwhile, I’ve been reading up on OS7, and I’m starting to believe that it looks really like quite an advance. I won’t load it right away, having been burned by that in the past given Apple’s history with .00 releases, but in a couple of weeks, definitely. Of course, that means I have to get this bloody Mophie battery off the phone, which is an adventure in itself. I like having decent battery life, but this thing is tighter than [supply your own metaphor for some really tight thing]. Oh, well. After that, I’ll have to decide about going to the new OS on the Mac, which I gather is coming around October. I’ve never been dissatisfied with a Mac upgrade in the past; my only worry is that my old Pro is at the edge of the ability to run the new software, which could be a problem. We’ll see. Sometimes in that situation it is best to leave well enough alone. After all, my iPad is already un-updatable, so I know what it’s like to be an orphan. And don’t ask me about my first generation Touch!

Not much else going on, as one’s head is mostly in the tournament at hand. I do need to figure out the subject areas for the Sailors’ meetings so that by the first debate they’re actually ready to compete, but that’s no big deal, just a matter of organization. I’m really, really hoping that we get a good turnout for the second meeting. I’m worried that none of the noobs have as yet signed up for the team, but that always does take a boatload of harassment on my part. Why it is so hard to send me an email and then respond to a group invitation is beyond me. Maybe these kids nowadays really don’t understand email. Could it have really gotten beyond them? Or have they gotten beyond it? I mean, email may not be their first choice for interwebs communication, but it’s a mode they have to learn and utilize. Then again, maybe all the noobs read my mind and preemptively have gotten off my lawn. I wouldn’t blame them if that were the case.

Sailors up the wazoo!

Well, that was unexpected. We got about a dozen potential debate novices showing up last night. This is about 25 times as many as we usually get. And some of them seemed to be engaged by the whole business (introductory talk about CD with a side order of WMDs). My normal math is that half will return next week, plus a couple of new ones who didn’t make it last night, and then half of them the week after that for the duration. Meaning maybe I’ll have three or four novices this year, a bumper crop. I’m going to have to start paying attention again.

Pups? Yeah, they haven’t cancelled it or anything. I’m seriously into the zone, but the bottom line is that I’m only tabbing it, not running it, so although I regularly provide incredibly wise counsel over every ’nanigan, eventually they go off and do whatever they want. In other words, I don’t get to fully engage in God Mode, as O’C calls it. But Bump is coming soon, and there’s more where that came from. At least we tend to have most people trained to understand that, with MJP, once judge rankings open, the game is over, because every change requires the entire field to comb over the rankings yet again. My advice to anyone is, do your rankings at the last minute, and that way you’ll only have to do them once. For everyone else, make sure you have reliable judges.

I reminded Eponymous Matt to upload the tabroom version of TRPC, and also to check it and make sure it runs, as there have been problems in the past with missing library files (although I think the tabroom version solves that problem). With JV on one machine and V on the other, the real bottleneck is Friday night, where we have to get all the ballots in and at least V set and preferably both for the start Saturday morning. Starting friction is always rough enough without us adding to it. Of course, Saturday night we only have to prep V octos, because JV will have transpired and everyone knows who broke, and we have hours to do the pairing for it in the morning. But V kicks off at 8, and we’ve got to post results and do doubles, but at least it’s only one division, and if we’re lucky, it will follow a single flight of run-offs. I can never remember from one year to the next the previous iteration, but I do remember eating a nice late dinner last year on the main Yale drag, so we must have made fairly decent time. Given that I’ll have Catholic Charlie with me, and he fuels solely on red meat, the meal is going to be very important.

Meanwhile, I’ve got to do an update mailing to the MHL, since we now have a venue for 2/1, the Superbowl Saturday abandoned by Newark. Horace Mann to the rescue! Also the NYSDCA finals are set for the Bronx at the end of March. In other words, most things are falling into place. And maybe this year I’ll have a team to enjoy it with.

So You Want to be a Sailor!

Tonight is the noobs inaugural meeting. My team leaders have been pounding the nautical pavement, and the fruits of their labors will finally be seen. There may indeed be potential debaters, at least according to Pickles, our former middle school debater. Fingers crossed. Regardless, I’ve updated the team rules: it’s amazing how much things change when you think things aren’t changing much. And we can spend a little time at the meeting lighting fires under those returnees who haven’t moved over to the new Google group. Which means I can start the season by telling people to get off my lawn. What more can I ask?

For reasons that elude me, it was suggested that I consider running for one of the board seats on the NDCA. This is a group I like that I think has a lot of unrealized potential, so I decided to do it. I sent them a candidacy statement, extolling my many virtues and/or lack thereof, and voting will take place this month, and either I’m in or I’m not. I would have asked O’C for some excess campaign buttons, but all the ones he has say either Mondale, Muskie, Burr or Debs, so they wouldn’t be of much use. Maybe I’ll haul out a few What Would Menick Do shirts and pass them around to the campaign staff. Right after I get myself a campaign staff…

The adventure of the Pups continues, and rather remarkably. I have to say, if I was expecting things to lighten up after last year’s record-setting season of Forensicians Behaving Badly, I was in a total dream world. Aside from the various ’nanigans, there have also been textbook imperiousness, profound obtuseness, blatant impoliteness, and chutzpah as big as the Ritz. Fortunately, there have also been some very nice people asking reasonable questions I’ve been happy to answer, and making polite requests to which I have been eager to comply. So it’s not all snips and snails and puppy dog tails, I’m happy to report. It’s just that the bad things overpower the good things, and take up so much more of one’s time.

The Pups pend

Nothing like closing a tournament to bring out not only shenanigans but also henanigans and even a few transanigans. Plus there’s a flurry of questions and requests that could have transpired weeks ago that have taken on the sudden urgency of the coach waking up and realizing that the tournament is next week. Oh, well. That’s what makes it fun.

In honor of the last weekend pre-season, Friday I headed up to Saratoga, not for the fourteenth time, a phrase that, in my mind, always follows the name of that town, but for the first time. We started with a visit to a museum in Glens Falls (yes, they have a museum in Glens Falls) showing Georgia O’Keeffe’s work in the Adirondacks at the Stieglitz house. The place was packed to the gills. Obviously GOK is a big draw (no pun intended). After that, the mosey down to Saratoga, which apparently—and deservedly—won an award for the country’s best Main Street. We promenaded up and down a number of times, saw the local sights, blah blah blah. It was all quite pleasant, and every now and I checked my phone to see who was pestering us about what now. Not as much as usual, to tell you the truth. Whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing remains to be seen.

I sent out a message to the assembled LD multitudes this morning telling them to register their judges on tabroom and to make sure to pref even if they think MJP is the go-to tool of the devil. It will be interesting to see if this year there’s more preffers than last year. The less preffing the better as far as tabbing is concerned, but all these people who whine about what LD is becoming or has become could actually do something about it if they preffed, and when they don’t, everything they don’t like about LD takes another step forward. People just don’t get it. So it goes.

Closing numbers, btw, are pretty much at the building limit, a very good thing. We’ll lose a couple more people due to dengue fever and the ague and whatnot, but mostly they’ll all be there, so Eponymous Matt and Catholic Charlie and I will have our work cut out for us. As usual, I’ll get up there relatively early Friday for a tour of one of the museums (it’s back to the British one this year, with my 2 Pffffters in tow) and then lunch before the games begin.

I’m exhausted already.

Stop and Frisk

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Heading into the last free weekend, unless you're Texan or Jewish

I think I’ve begun to find the balance between my old Yahoo account and my new gmail account. One can be for real stuff, and the other for business emaily stuff, and while the twain can meet on IOS, they’re easy enough to keep separate in the computer world. Debate on gmail, certainly, what with all the connects to Groups and Calendars and whatnot. To be honest, other than that I don’t see any great functionality benefits to gmail. Hard to get worked up over, in other words.

With any luck the Sailors are recruiting their butts off this week. I saw that JV had a couple of thousand new recruits, and O’C always has to rent Radio City Music Hall for his first meeting. I don’t think I could really run a big program from offsite, but one does have to be a little envious of the momentum of continuity. The only continuous thing on my team is me, and I’m starting to leak in a few places myself. In any case, our opening shot across the bow is next Tuesday. With any luck, they’ll unlock a room for us. With even more luck, the room will have to be bigger than the third stall down in the faculty washroom.

I told the Tiggers to open their registration a couple of days after Muchos Bronxos. I think it was last year that registration opened in the middle of the Bronx, when virtually no one’s mind was on it. I have it set so it’ll open in the early afternoon, except for O’C, for whom it will open at midnight. He needs a taste of his own medicine. He thinks people want a Midnight Madness experience for Bronx just like a Lucas film, whereas most people don’t want it for either. (Come to think of it, more people are attending Muchos Bronxos this year than attended the last Lucas film.) And I’ve seen that there are some schools who think that getting in when the bell goes off will somehow overcome their delinquent ways otherwise, whether the bell is set for midnight, tea time, elevenses or what-have-you. It won’t. Meanwhile, I haven’t seen the Tig invite yet, but the only thing I’ll change, there and at Columbia, is that congress judges need to be a real, unique requirement. They have a tendency to get lumped into the IE pool, which means that wheeling and dealing must take place during the tournament. Better to have a set group, which means that schools might actually bring people who want to judge (and can judge) the event. In other words, a little more respect for yet another red-headed stepchild. (With apologies to any redheads out there who happen to be stepchildren: I don’t make up the clichés, I just use them at the drop of a hat.)

Wheelin' and dealin' - A Buyer's Guide

I love the horse trading that goes along with running a tournament. (Discounting, of course, the abject pleas for more slots from O’C, which comes with every tournament. Including his own.)

The thing is, there are only so many slots to be had at any tournament because buildings do not endlessly expand to take in the load delivered, plus if there’s too many people, tabbing becomes impossible. And there are only so many judges to be hired because, well, someone collects a pool of judges for sale, and they can cover only so many slots, and there you are. While you can count on a fairly predictable contraction of numbers from the opening to the closing of registration, at the big popular tournaments like the Pups, which is one of the big events of the season (and for some people, the big event), you’ll still probably fill up all the space. So you have to be careful about making promises you can’t keep.

That said, there are some tried and true ways of getting special consideration (or, for that matter, any consideration, aside from normal FIFO dealings, which dominate the proceedings), and I’m happy to share them.

• First of all, if I do you a favor of some sort, please reply with a simple thank you, unless you expect this to be the last favor you ever ask of me.
  
  
• Don’t have a history of blowing off judge obligations. While a case may be made for selling you judges to make up for your no-show judges, I’m happier selling those judges to teams whose judges are normally do-shows. Your money isn’t that important to me; as Brother John likes to quote Soddy, Fines can’t judge a round.
  
  
• Have a really good story. I like to be entertained as much of the next person. And if you really do have a hardship of some sort, you’ll probably get precisely the consideration we would want if we were in that same tough situation. We are only human, after all. (This applies to debate events that I’m directing; it you’re talking about speech events that JV is directing, that whole only human thing is totally off the table.) (Unless you’re bleeding or vomiting.)
  
  
• If you want extra slots, cover their judging.
  
  
• Come from far away. If you need to buy some plane tickets, we know you need to plan early. If you’re from relatively nearby, you can wait until the others are taken care of.
  
  
• Don’t blame me for your problems. As I said at the top, there is only so much space and so many judges. Since the people who complain the most have never run a lemonade stand much less a national tournament, if you want to whine, and especially if you want to whine publicly with a theoretical letter to the Times, think twice about that. If you want to help, on the other hand, we can probably find a place for you. Either you’re right and you can show us the error of our ways, or you’re wrong, and you’ll understand why things are the way they are. John Stuart Mill would advise roughly the same thing.
  

Mostly, be patient. Things usually do work out well. The tournament directors want everybody to be happy from day one, and the tab room wants to go home early just as much as you do. Presume good intentions. I mean, you’re willing to make all sorts of cockamamie presumptions when judging a debate round. Can’t we ask you to make just one more?

Ah, the B.I.s... Can't live with 'em, can't push 'em off a cliff.

There are two kinds of debate people in the world, the good debate citizens and the bloody idiots. Most people fall into the first category. As we’ve struggled with adjusting the calendar over and over this season for one reason or another, schools have kept stepping forward, offering to help out. The good debate citizens happen to be pretty much the usual suspects, by the way. They’re always there, offering their services, covering an extra round, whatever it takes. My eyes always light up when I see them, which is usually when I’m approaching them for yet another favor. They make the debate world go round.

The bloody idiots? Na’ah, they’re not worth talking about.

So, we solved the MHL/CFL conflict by moving 11/2 to Newark (notoriously good debate citizens, but you knew that already). Not sure which building yet, but we’ll find out soon enough. The end result of all of this is that, in 2013, there is enough novice and JV debate to satisfy everyone, what with Monticello’s Academy schedule and the MHLs and CFLs, not to mention what the NYCUDL is doing. I always say that the best way to get debaters hooked is to have them debate. This year, it’s an embarrassment of riches, so presumably we'll hook our maximum to the limit.

And Pups continues to heat up. I’ve offered to move judges around between the divisions, specifically from VLD to JVLD, and a few people have taken me up on it. I have to say, it beats sitting around in the judges lounge for three days straight. We’re fine on the VLD pool, but still a little dicey in JV land. I expect that to improve on a daily basis, at which point I can shuffle out the lurkers in that pool who should be in VLD. When all is said and done it will work out fine; it just takes a while to say everything and do it.

The first official meeting of the Hendronauts is tonight at the school, but not for the newbies, just the returning ABs. There has been talk of a practice round, but there has also been talk of a Bigfoot sighting, and I’ll believe both of them when I see them.

The roar of the greasepaint, the smell of the crowd…

Saturday morning was the NYCFL moderators’ meeting. All the usual suspects were there, and there was rapture among them all when we did not spend an inordinate amount of time arguing obscure points of Congress, or, for that matter, any points of Congress, despite Catholic Charlie having brought some manuscripts of changes of old obscure points of Congress into new obscure points of Congress at the CatNat level. Without such things to distract us, we were able to dig into the good stuff, like obscure points of Declamation (or Declamatory Debate, as O’C would call it).

The high point of the meeting is always the going over of the schedule, during which it somehow eluded us that the first NYCFL debate tournament would be up against the MHL First-Timers’. Whoa, say what? This finally dawned on us as we were practically out the door. We scrambled around to find some solutions, and I think we have, but I’m now waiting to hear from the solutioners if, in fact, what we proposed makes sense. I’ll keep you posted, but for now, I’ll keep things a little vague to protect the innocent, whoever they may be. I also officially enlisted Catholic Charlie’s services in working with me and Matt on Pups LD. I’m figuring VLD on my machine, JVLD on Matt’s, CC working the reading and everybody and their mother eyeing the prefs. I find the combination of the three of us interesting. I mean, there is no Genesis on my iPod except for a few random scraps of Phil Collins and a solo album from that other guy whose name I can’t remember, whereas CC eats, lives and breathes those guys. God knows what Dunay eats, lives and breathes. I’m thinking my extensive collection of classic Hawaiian music should please everyone.

Maybe not.

Anyhow, after the morning session I drove down to NYC with Bronx’s extemp coach, who thinks Chicago was a good movie. To punish him for this, I had him carry the traveling trophy to Collegiate after I parked the car, and let him suffer the hernia. That thing is ridiculous. And Collegiate is bizarre, at least in layout. If you can find your way around in there, you can find your way around anywhere. When we arrived all the RRers were scarfing down pizza, so I got to talk to O’C and CP about this and that. CP promises that there will be an escape hatch in the tabroom software in a couple of weeks, and everyone seemed to be in seventh heaven over electronic balloting, but blissful though this may be, it is to me a bell and a whistle, and confident tabbing comes first. I’m semi-confident, but errors still pop up. Don’t worry: the Pups will be the old fashioned TRPC style.

While I was there I offered my services to O’C for his Humongo Bronco RRs, which he happily accepted. I’ll work with CP on it, and get a first hand look at the automated features. Realistically, a Round Robin doesn’t need much in the way of tabbing software, since they’re all preset rounds. Just look up and see which judges are available and there you are. The thing is, I have a lot of days off I can still take this year, and throwing one more at the Bronx won’t hurt. Much.

It was nice to hang out for a little while at a debate tournament again, especially since I didn’t have to do anything other than get back to my car before the parking meter ran down. Which I did.

And so we begin again.

Readin’ & Writin’ Friday

I/ve posted links to the latest Flip magazine updatess. The thing is, they’re updated the minute I read the articles, but it makes sense to me just to promote them when there’s a new amount of critical mass. Needless to say, what with Syria and all, there’s been plenty of transmutable fodder for Sept-Oct PF on the Debate Etc. side, plus there’s just stuff that it strikes me debate people will be interested in. As for The Other Stuff, there’s always plenty of that.

Meanwhile, if you follow me @jimmenick on Twitter, you get a marginal sense of my overall book reading, most of which is for the DJ and doesn’t really engage me. When I tell people what I do for a living, they ooh and aah and say how great it must be to read books all day and get paid for it. They don’t necessarily understand that most of the books I read, it’s only because I am getting paid to do it. Of course, the books I actually choose for the series, even if they are not necessarily something I might seek out for my own personal pleasure (romances, for instance), I enjoy. So that means that I read about 30 or so books a year for the DJ that I enjoy, and all the rest that I don’t. All the rest probably adds up to another 150-200 (although not cover-to-cover; I am paid to select books, not to mindlessly plod through the rejects). All this pouring of words into my head does have its effect on my ability to read at home, needless to say. Someday I’ll be able to read only what I want. The thought is magical.

Along those lines, I am finishing up Camille Paglia’s Glittering Images, which I’ve enjoyed immensely, and recommend to anyone interested in art history, especially those new to the subject. It’s a nice production with full-color illustrations, and short essays on each piece, going back to ancient times up through today. On the one hand, it’s a good, digestible little survey that anyone can get something out of. At a higher level, it’s got some wonderfully controversial readings that, if you already know a little bit, you might be inclined to disagree with. I mean, not to put too fine a point on it, but sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. I felt the same way about her poetry book, Break, Blow, Burn. I’m no expert on Paglia and haven’t read anything but these, but she’s a good writer, regardless of what she’s saying. She’s in my virtual queue for the rest of her books. She makes me think about stuff.

And finally, if you haven’t read The House on Summer Street, have you at least tried the audio sample. Don’t decide that it must suck unless you’ve proven it beyond the shadow of a doubt.

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Bump 2013

Having some time free over Labor Day, I set up Bump for 2013, starting with dropping off the trophy order, and then moving into updating and, finally, posting the new invitation.

You’d think that this would be a no-brainer, since I’ve been doing this since the Buchanan administration, but every year it’s something new, for one reason or the other. I kept a lot of notes from last year, and acted on all of them, except for the one where if someone didn’t show up to judge their round I’d feed them into the school guillotine (and this wasn’t out of compassion, but simply because the school guillotine is usually tied up with other business, which is why you can always get ahead at Hen Hud). So in many ways the tournament, however old, is new again.

We did get some more space back in the grammar school, but I’m sticking to my original decision to limit novice to LD only. This is a bad decision economically, but it’s better to have one robust fully subscribed event than to have two restricted events with a lot of people not getting into either of them. I still maintain that PF gets shafted in general for lack of novice/JV events, but I can only do what I can do. And God knows I push for Academy and the MHL. Still…

Secondly, I’m going entirely waitlist. There are just schools that have pissed me off so many times that I don’t want them around. If I get money hungry at the end, maybe I’ll let them in, but those teams that have repeatedly told me that their judges are leaving now even though they’re still obligated? Ta-ta. Keep in mind that this is an invitational; the nature of the internet makes it look like everyone is invited, but no, just some people.

Thirdly, last year we had no housing because of the hurricane, and adjusted the schedule accordingly. Given that housing is one of our biggest headaches because of the small size of our team, I’m limiting housing to schools out of commuting distance, i.e., beyond NYC, and holding on to that adjusted schedule. Get out around 9:30 Friday night. Catch the 7:43 train out of Grand Central Saturday morning and you’ll be walking through our doors at five minutes to nine. Not terrible. If you don’t like it, rent a motel room.

Fourth, five rounds of LD into a runoff of some sort. We don’t need 6 rounds for a semis bid.

There may be some other little things, but those are the biggies. Of course, the invitation itself sounds rather hysterical, because I’m responding to the miscreants with restrictions and judge fines and whatnot, whereas the overwhelming majority of folks are in fact very good debate citizens. But what can you do? The whole thing is posted on my site and at tabroom.com, and there you are. Registration opens October 1. May the Lord have mercy on your heathen souls.

Sailing, sailing, jumping off the railing

Jeesh.

First, on the positive side, the move to Google for the Hendrinauts is proceeding apace. Everybody really does seem to have a gmail account already, and if they don’t, setting one up couldn’t be easier. Sweet.

I sent out the first message today to the LDers at the Pup, telling them that they’re not getting judges and to get off our lawn and whatnot. They’ve still got a ridiculous waitlist, and the tournament is less than three weeks away. It’s time to fish or get off the pot. Of course, there are those who think they were somehow singled out to not get their hired requests for some reason, but the reality is, we just can’t fill that many. So it goes.

The bad news was that we have to move the First Timers’ tournament. Bronx Scientology has to give the city’s special school entrance exam that day. We’re considering a couple of other possibilities, so we’ll have something, I’m just not sure where.

Dickering has also begun among the assorted nabobs about the date of the State finals, but I think that’s sort of settled, since everyone seems to agree on early March. Makes no never mind to me one way or the other.

Meanwhile, the debate Sailors met last night, with their knickers all in a twist over unilateralism. Does the person who came up with this PF topic read the papers every day about Syria and think, “Boy, did I come up with a great topic or what,” because if that is the case, I want that person to come to my house and draw a red line somewhere so that I can say in response, “You and what army?” [Sigh.] Oh, well, what can you do? At least reality points up all the flaws or correct assumptions in the various scenarios. And nuclear proliferation is sooooo different from chemical warfare…somehow. It’s not like they’re both WMDs or—Oh, wait a minute.

When does the November resolution come out?

Back to the positive side, last night I did get to introduce the team pipsqueak to the song “Short People,” and I showed all of them the video for “The Sailor Song,” our team anthem, except maybe the music for the Main Street Electrical Parade might really be our team anthem. It’s hard to say. If that’s not a productive meeting, I don’t know what is.

Yahoo R.I.P.

Every now and then some purveyor or other throws a monkey wrench into the machinery, and you have to scramble around and find a new way to do something you’ve been doing perfectly well for years. The latest wrench-tosser is Yahoo. The Sailors have been using Yahoo groups since the dawn of computer time. Not only was there basic listserver functionality, but a built-in calendar and databases I could create for signing up for tournaments and places to store files. I chose Yahoo over Google because Yahoo's groups offered all this other stuff while Google’s didn’t. But in a fit of Google-envy, Yahoo has upgraded (?) its groups by removing most of this functionality, and seriously damaging the functionality it didn’t remove. There were so many mouse clicks to get anywhere, if you could even find where to go, that I threw up my hands in disgust. I’m not the only one. Response to these changes among users seem to be uniformly disgusted hand throw-ups.

So, over to Google we go. Google still doesn’t have that functionality built into its literal group software, but it does have Drive and Calendars and so forth, so it’s all there under the Google umbrella. And let’s face it, the Google umbrella is way more coin of the realm these days than Yahoo. I’m even changing my default email to my Google account (although that’s a process that I expect will take months). The switch from Yahoo to Google amongst the Hendronauts was very efficient; I think I got them all over in one day or so. Most of them already had Google accounts, so it was really no big deal. Getting the Speecho-American coach over won’t be quite so easy, as she uses email once a year whether she needs it or not, and always from a different address, but we’ll deal with that. She’s a great coach, just not much of a computist; give me the former any day.

Tonight is a true Forensipalooza. I’ve got people dropping off trophies, I’ve got the speech coach over for a parlay, and the debaters will be chezzing it up for their regular meeting. Quite a zoo, but at least it’s all one night, leaving the rest of the week free to not do any of those things. CP is en route to the good old USA today, so he can stop sending snarky responses about his new software from the UK and get back to doing it from American soil, as is his wont. We’ll meet up Saturday as I’ve said at Collegiate to go over things with the usual suspects.

And things are really beginning to heat up for the Pups. Way too many unresolved registrations. I want them to let me start haranguing people, but it’s their game so they keep sending out nice pleasant reminders instead of GET YOUR #(*&$%%%$ BUTTS IN GEAR, YOU MEATHEADS messages, which are something of a specialty on my part. Oh, well. Things will work out. They always do.

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