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Daily Archives: February 14, 2007
Accidental nemesis
Two years ago I wrote a screed complaining about a load of poorly-considered academic spam I was receiving [and I am not about to re-invoke the source here]. I was just venting about the fact that back then there was no way to unsubscribe from their incessant request-stream for proposals for conferences, proposals for papers, submissions for papers, followups on ignored requests for papers and conferences, &c &c &c.
They — and people acting in their name — were sending out reams of spam. A quick Google search for “academic spam” spits this organization out right there on the front page, mentioned several times over. In complaint pieces written back then.
Since then, I stopped paying attention. I’ve come across some indications that the organization has cleaned up its act quite a bit: old colleagues as editors of conference proceedings, some occasional citations of the organization’s papers in actual papers I read, that sort of thing. And best of all: very few requests for me to think up a conference topic and ask two dozen cronies to come to a warm Greek island and have a junket so we can publish our hare-brained otherwise-unpublishable poorly-worded technical papers.
That counts for “better”, in my book.
In hindsight, I can see how social dynamics led to the abhorrent pyramid-scheme spamming: European and Asian scientists and engineers want to undermine the English-speaking hegemony of what you might call “trans-Atlantic” publishing companies — which arguably demonstrate a shortfall of papers from Mediterranean, Asian and Eastern European authors. They admire the collegiality of small workshops and self-directed conferences. So they concoct a publishing house and supposed vetting institution, and solicit proposals for conferences and workshops, whose proceedings will be published by the overarching organization. So professors who feel like outsiders in the trans-Atlantic publishing world, whether they’re justified in being excluded or not, start sending one another invitations to participate in their own specialty’s community-building Greek Island junket.
But the small-world structure of the social network holds a powerful sway, so that very soon old colleagues who don’t speak such good English, who hold a grudge against IEEE or ACM or Springer or Academic Press or Wiley because their life’s work was rejected, whose work is not “on the radar” of traditional print editors, whose careers depend on publication counts, whose self-esteem depends on like-minded approbium… they latch onto this and send each other conference invitations. And they all agree! They will all pay €800 (their respective employing Academies will pay, of course), hop on a local air carrier, and meet on the Island this summer. w00t, all.
But they’re all going to one another’s conferences, and that just doesn’t add up to enough warm bodies. And there are only so many smart-enough students. So to fill the docket they need a few more speakers. So they send announcements not just to mailing lists and Usenet groups, but to every professional they’ve ever heard of in a field remotely like their own. And because of the small-world social network, these new people are (a) folks who have never heard of the organizers, (b) who are geographically far away, and © generally have little inclination to listen to unsolicited requests for work and €800 fees and $3000 airline tickets from people they don’t know and who can’t write good English.
Hijinks ensue.
And ensue to date. Because now, see, this organization is today what we can confidently call “real”. I suppose they’ve passed their burst of early over-enthusiasm, or adapted their social norms so that — as I have said — two years later they no longer bother so many people. But, see, as an established academic professional association, a burgeoning publishing empire, an emerging social network in their own right, they need to manage their brand. Capture and control what the world is saying about them.
Google themselves, of course. That’s what we all do, isn’t it?
And what happens when you do that? Oh, dear. Right there at the top of the search results you see a bunch of asshole non-member empowered Old School Trans-Atlantic English-speakers complaining about how illicit and spammy and annoying and shallow and disreputable they are. Or that’s what it looks like; in fact, you’re seeing two-year-old screeds from back when annoying was the rule of the day, presented without context. No matter the context: these are prominent web pages saying Very Bad Things about you.
“Oops”, you might say, if you were in such a situation. Or maybe, “What did I ever do to them?” Or, “Bastards!”. Interesting test of your self-esteem and self-importance, that choice.
Now, interestingly, Google places me right there at the top of the asshole non-member empowered Old School Trans-Atlantic English-speakers list, based on my two-year-old screed. Me #1 nay-sayer, I. Who would imagine that bitching about spam could generate such a lovely PageRank? [And, lately: Wonder what AdSense will put in the sidebar as time goes on?]
So. Suddenly they’re coming out of the woodwork. Ceasing-and-desisting. Wording like, “Our competitors, surely without your knowledge, have posted slander on your website. Remove at once.” Propagandizing comments calling all the other Old School Trans-Atlantic &c &c bad, evil, useless, spammy, disreputable organizations. IEEE is evil and useless (yeah, right). That sort of stuff.
Guess they chose option #3, on the self-esteem/self-importance menu.
And that makes it even worse, because of course that adds more PageRank cred for the old post, and so now people start finding it when they’re considering attending one of these now-professional-sounding conferences, and don’t know who the organization is, and so they Google them and find their own self-aggrandizing site plus a number of pooh-poohing screeds.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
So entitle this piece: Some have nemesis thrust upon them; or, “[The] Society’s to blame.”