<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957</id><updated>2012-01-31T16:12:31.855-05:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='math'/><category term='technology'/><category term='marathon'/><category term='radio'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='places'/><category term='personal'/><category term='translation'/><category term='news'/><category term='movies'/><category term='photography'/><category term='books'/><category term='truth about cats and dogs'/><category term='comics'/><category term='politics'/><category term='economy'/><category term='music'/><category term='environment'/><category term='language'/><category term='art'/><category term='theater'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='America'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='cheap wisdom'/><category term='libraries'/><category term='kid logic'/><category term='economics'/><category term='travel'/><category term='running'/><category term='hiking'/><category term='food'/><category term='wordplay'/><category term='drink'/><category term='history'/><category term='sports'/><category term='religion'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='football'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='India'/><category term='peeves'/><category term='poems'/><category term='science'/><title type='text'>the little voice</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Just because your voice reaches halfway around the world doesn't mean you are wiser than when it reached only to the end of the bar.&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;  - Edward R. Murrow
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&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22749?utm_source=poemaday_012012&amp;amp;utm_medium=newsletter&amp;amp;utm_campaign=content&amp;amp;utm_term=poemaday_jensen_banner"&gt;Poem In Which Words Have Been Left Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; by Charles Jensen  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;You have the right to remain&lt;br /&gt;anything you can and will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An attorney you cannot afford&lt;br /&gt;will be provided to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have silent will.&lt;br /&gt;You can be against law.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot afford one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remain silent. Anything you say&lt;br /&gt;will be provided to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;See webpage linked for complete poem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-655069529573758208?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/655069529573758208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=655069529573758208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/655069529573758208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/655069529573758208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-have-right.html' title='You have a right...'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-703259426327763568</id><published>2012-01-09T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T16:38:07.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>Where your electronics come from</title><content type='html'>If you didn't catch this story on the radio, or live where you can't hear this live, you might want to take a look at &lt;a href="http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/454/mr-daisey-and-the-apple-factory"&gt;This American Life: The apple factory&lt;/a&gt;. Especially, if you are an Apply fanboy, or any kind of nerd who likes technology, or any consumer in the First World who uses products that are Made in China. They are cheap, and you can hear why. The justification for the sweatshops above is standard economic theory: the rising tide of globalization lifts all boats, even little ones in far-off places. The alternatives are much worse. But, it helps to consider what the least of all evils is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-703259426327763568?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/703259426327763568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=703259426327763568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/703259426327763568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/703259426327763568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-you-electronics-come-from.html' title='Where your electronics come from'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-2453005747932887051</id><published>2012-01-04T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T16:38:42.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>An actual, real letter</title><content type='html'>In my first few years in America, I wrote a whole bunch of handwritten letters to my parents. I also wrote long emails (which were easier to cc: to others) about my initial impressions, but the letters were longer, more reflective, and more personal.   This was before I got sucked into that vortex of unlimited-all-the-time-access to the internet. The letter-writing petered out in a few years. I can't recall the last time I wrote someone a letter.Has technology made us lazy and sloppy? I think so. Punctuation and spelling, to speak much less about bad grammar, are now optional (author included) in electronic communication. Even emails are a level above tweets and text messages. Technology is disruptive, but does it need to be always be destructive? The oxymoronic Schumpeter-ism - 'creative destruction' leans heavily on the latter. In terms of the defending the ancient art of letter writing, I am an occasional and limited contributor. It is a bit of a cop-out, but I have been writing postcards pretty religiously for the last 6 years or so. Whenever I am out of town, I pick up a few postcards, hunt for stamps and as far as possible mail them from the location. One postcard is always sent home to my parents. The others are sent to a random assortment of friends. I must add that every single one of them was glad to receive the postcard but no one has written one to me. Karmic destiny may not work on human time-scale. Sigh!One of my New Year's Resolutions is to write at least 12 actual letters in the coming year, one for every month of the year. There was something satisfying in writing the letter, the sealing of the envelope, the licking of the stamp, and the walk to the postbox. The postbox gobbled the letter and then began the mystery of when it would exactly reach the addressee. Just as I was done composing my first draft of the first letter of the year, I came across this piece by Roger Angell who reports and laments the loss of confirmed next-day delivery by the United States Postal Service. What is exactly lost? that calls for this sort of nostalgic longing?&lt;blockquote&gt;Losing the mixed pleasures of just arrived letters may not mean as much in the end as what we’re missing by not writing them. Writing regularly to several people—a parent, a friend who’s moved to another coast, a daughter or son away at college—requires one to keep separate mental ledgers, storing up the weather or the idle thoughts or the disasters we need to pass on. We’re always getting ready to write. The letters out and back become a correspondence, and mysteriously take on a tone of their own: some rambly and comfortably boring; others cool and funny; some financial; some confessional. They stick in the mind and seem worth the trouble....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Letters aren’t exactly going away. Condolence letters can’t be sent out from our laptops, and maybe not love letters, either, because e-mail is so leaky. Secrets—an expected baby, a lowdown joke, a killer piece of gossip—require a stamp and a sealed flap, and perhaps apologies do as well (“I don’t know what came over me”). Not much else. E-mail is cheap, and the message is done and delivered almost as quickly as the thought of it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/talk/comment/2012/01/02/120102taco_talk_angell"&gt; Roger Angell on writing letters in the New Yorker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Old emails to my parents are now mostly lost - cremated electronically or permanently exiled and then forgotten in some folder. One doesn't feel their loss. Of course, my mother has saved every one of my letters and postcards in a special folder that is stored in her steel Godrej cupboard. Those real, actual letters will survive many years to be read again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-2453005747932887051?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/2453005747932887051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=2453005747932887051' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/2453005747932887051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/2453005747932887051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2012/01/actual-real-letter.html' title='An actual, real letter'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-4117465165165268470</id><published>2011-12-15T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T15:12:56.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of  George Whitman and the end of the bookshop</title><content type='html'>George Whitman, the legenday owner of the Shakespeare and Company, died last night at the age of 98. Among bookshop owners he was a bookshop owner's bookshop owner. There are bookstores and then there is his. As he said,&lt;blockquote&gt;“I wanted a bookstore because the book business is the business of life.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;In a sense it isn't much too look at. There is the famous front in green and yellow and the wishing well in the front. Inside it looks like any other used/rare bookstore - books mostly arranged in some fashion with piles of others in the aisles waiting to  be organized. And yes! the library feel with dust on old hardbound books that seemed to have not moved in decades.&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/12/15/books/george-whitman-paris-bookseller-and-cultural-beacon-is-dead-at-98.html"&gt;NY Times: George Whitman&lt;/a&gt;. I won't repeat the biographical details, names and his connection with another legendary bookshop in San Franciso - City Lights Bookstore. It's all in the article. What seemed to me most important is that he wanted this bookshop to be a nursery for aspiring writers. A place where they could work and stay (for free). He gave them lodging upstairs. There are no baths and the aspiring  writers used the public baths in the 5th/6th arrondisements. The lodgings were spare, but with a view.- it's within a stone's throw away from the dead center of Paris (the Notre Dame) and on the left bank of the Seine. Of the 40,000 or so people that Whitman gave shelter to, I have yet to read that anyone of them became particularly famous. That's not the point. The point is that his man loved books and supported the written word. As a failed novelist, he realised that hungry artists need a refuge. (Listen to &lt;a href="http://www.theworld.org/2011/12/iconic-paris-bookstore-owner-george-whitman-dies/"&gt;interview on The World&lt;/a&gt;)A few months ago, Borders (a local Ann Arbor company) shut it doors. When the other leading light of Ann Arbor bookstores Shaman Drum closed a few years ago, some people blamed Borders. Actually, we did it. As far as I can recall, the last 20 books that I have purchases have been from Amazon. I also admit rather shamelessly that whilst a graduate student, I did browse books from Borders, but only 10% of the time I actually bought books there (I did buy some coffee). You, me and the rest of the world in wanting things cheaper and faster have caused newspapers and bookstores to fail. Our natural tendency is to find patterns or make much of mere coincidences. Ideas seem to sort of converge in time. I watched the documentary &lt;b&gt;Page One&lt;/b&gt; on the New York Times on Tuesday night. It talks about the changing nature of media and the end of newspapers. There are very few blogs that actually generate original content. Everything (including this blog) is meta-commentary. The internet (Craigslist, Amazon, Zillow, company websites) killed the revenue streams for the newspaper. Also, the internet has fostered this mistaken idea that everything should be free. here has to be a new model.  In the documentary which was largely sympathetic to the NYT and its survival did present the view as echoed by the  editor of the Atlantic - 'there is critical difference between "it shouldn't fail and it can't fail".' The market will do as it must. Shaman Drum was supposed to be replaced with a non-profit community center for writers. In an ironic twist it's now Five Guys - a burger and fries joint - that now purveys real food. No more food for the mind. I say this half-facetiously, as there has been no real material loss.  Its more than adequately made up by Amazon and other websites. You can still get books. It's completely true that the selection, cost, suggestions, reviews online are greatly better than trying to look for the same from a bookstore. At the same time, the cultural loss is quite great. I greatly miss the Borders on Liberty. I spent many a cold, wintry day browsing through the shelves, discovering new books and reading introductions and prefaces of books (that I didn't buy). Yet, it's now a big hole on that street. The great center of learning - Ann Arbor - now has one large bookstore - Barnes and Noble, far away from campus on Washtenaw Avenue. How soon that fold?The question asked at the end of the BBC World News report on George Whitman was, "Do you think anyone would want to open such a bookstore now?" One would like to believe "yes", but in reality, no one will. The old model is clearly outdated and won't survive except as a charity case. The only way that such 'institutions' (it's fair to call them that) will survive or revive is that they need to be managed more like National Parks. Public goods that need to preserved by those who need them the most - the public. Public goods that Adam Smith's invisible hand is always blind to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-4117465165165268470?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/4117465165165268470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=4117465165165268470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/4117465165165268470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/4117465165165268470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-george-whitman-and-end-of.html' title='End of  George Whitman and the end of the bookshop'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-5279254494947227040</id><published>2011-12-08T11:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T11:36:41.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in Ann Arbor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Only in Ann Arbor (or few other places) it's okay for your local ice-skating arena to be given the nerdy name of "The A &lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; Cube &lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;" to stand in for its actual name - The Ann Arbor Ice Cube, or for cars to have custom license plates that read "VOXEL", a Mini Cooper that has a plate that reads "EZ2PARK",the owner of Zingermann's Coffee has a Merc with a plate: "NODECAF",and more than a few people with bumper stickers that read "I'd rather be reading Jane Austen".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-5279254494947227040?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5279254494947227040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=5279254494947227040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5279254494947227040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5279254494947227040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/12/only-in-ann-arbor.html' title='Only in Ann Arbor...'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-8281086450119497551</id><published>2011-11-28T09:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T22:02:54.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's George?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;At a toolbooth in Evanston, we were handed a one-dollar bill that is being tracked by whereisgeorge.com. This website is an interesting exercise is seeing how money flows from place to place. Too bad that many people don't enter the information. This poor bill spent a year wandering around before it was entered in the database.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wheresgeorge.com/report.php?key=a3450d26c96669c561d462403ecb556528a570417f35f3de"&gt;http://www.wheresgeorge.com/report.php?key=a3450d26c96669c561d462403ecb556528a570417f35f3de&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z3WnXnxZJPA/TtUwHXCaRVI/AAAAAAAADFE/vNWWjYOKfNU/s1600/IMG_20111129_141223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z3WnXnxZJPA/TtUwHXCaRVI/AAAAAAAADFE/vNWWjYOKfNU/s400/IMG_20111129_141223.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is George?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to put the bill in the bottle and toss it into the sea. Will be tracking it over time. Hopefully, it has more librarian-minded finders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A YouTube Video explains the coolness of the idea. Where do your dollars go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/kn32vavZqvg/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kn32vavZqvg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kn32vavZqvg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-8281086450119497551?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/8281086450119497551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=8281086450119497551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/8281086450119497551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/8281086450119497551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/11/wheres-george.html' title='Where&apos;s George?'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z3WnXnxZJPA/TtUwHXCaRVI/AAAAAAAADFE/vNWWjYOKfNU/s72-c/IMG_20111129_141223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-7787048325849890572</id><published>2011-11-28T09:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T14:18:24.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth about cats and dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid logic'/><title type='text'>Is he a robber?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A few days ago, I walked out of the gym in my black track pants and black jacket and I overheard a mom say to her child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, darling! He is not a robber. People often dress in all black clothes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-7787048325849890572?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7787048325849890572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=7787048325849890572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7787048325849890572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7787048325849890572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/11/is-he-robber.html' title='Is he a robber?'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-854054309525898549</id><published>2011-10-28T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T18:21:30.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marketplace of Ideas: Menand's book on the American University</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.ft.com/cms/8ac33bd6-094c-11df-ba88-00144feabdc0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://media.ft.com/cms/8ac33bd6-094c-11df-ba88-00144feabdc0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Though much of what Louis Menand argues in the book is about the teaching and production of PhDs in the humanities, and more specifically about English PhDs, it makes interesting reading for anyone interested in higher education in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am past that hurdle of graduate school&amp;nbsp;anxiety, meaning having to answer the question "What hell are you still doing in graduate school?", this book was pleasurable reading. When I say graduate school, I mean graduate school that leads to a PhD and not a professional degree such as Law, MBA, or a master's degree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T. M., a colleague, often remarked that friends were thinking about law school, went to law school, graduated from law school and got a job, all in the time that T.M. took to working towards his PhD degree in Neuroscience. (Law school takes 4 years, an MBA 2 years, and the average PhD in the sciences about 5-6 years, and in the humanities much more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;The first part of Menand's book covers General Education. Questions about what should be taught in college that is common across disciplines. This has been taken up in more detail and better addressed by Menand in the New Yorker article that is a must-read. (Menand's article on:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/atlarge/2011/06/06/110606crat_atlarge_menand"&gt;Why we have college?&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in the New Yorker)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;It's&amp;nbsp;sometimes&amp;nbsp;claimed that learning any&amp;nbsp;scholarly&amp;nbsp;field well&amp;nbsp;developed&amp;nbsp;general mental&amp;nbsp;faculties, which may the be applied to problems and issues&amp;nbsp;encountered&amp;nbsp;in life after college. But problems and issues in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;academic world are not always analogous to problems and issues encountered in life after college... and there are matters [such as law, architecture, engineering] that everyone has to deal with in life, and knowing something about them is important to participate effectively in the political process. But college students have no more sophisticated an understanding of them than people who have attended only high school do.&lt;/blockquote&gt;It is fairly obvious to anyone who went to college in India, that Menand would be horrified if he learned about the&amp;nbsp;Indian system. To most Indians Menand might well be splitting hairs. It is perhaps a popular, and in my opinion, an incorrect idea that Indian undergraduate education is far superior to an American-style undergraduate education. That reeks less of an objective comparison and more of a subjective, or patriotic idea. A &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/10/14/world/asia/squeezed-out-in-india-students-turn-to-united-states.html?_r=1&amp;amp;scp=1&amp;amp;sq=indian%20college&amp;amp;st=cse)"&gt;related post in the NYTimes&lt;/a&gt; (thanks to J.) that shows that it ain't that easy getting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part of the book covers the Crisis of Legitimation that is faced by the humanities.&amp;nbsp;As a science major it was somewhat fascinating to read the description of anxiety that faces a PhD student in the humanities. Not only does it take the average English (or anthropology) student about 9-10 years to graduate, he/she is often faced with existential anxiety about their discipline. Menand in his book writes, that while most people don't really understand what physicists are studying, yet they believe that having a physics department is a good 'return on investment. Such a question when asked of the humanities could not be satisfactorily answered and that lead to anxiety about their disciplines. His remarks&amp;nbsp;on 'interdisciplinary' made hilarious reading. That word is so popular that it is hard to see any conference, or program at a university not mention it. Menand writes, "Interdisciplinarity is an&amp;nbsp;administrative&amp;nbsp;name for an anxiety and a hope that are personal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Economist wrote a lengthy economic analysis of the value of the Phd (&lt;a href="http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-doing-phd-waste-of-time.html"&gt;see my related comment&lt;/a&gt;) and concluded that it was not a good return on investment. But, people still do them. &amp;nbsp;We would not have any poems, novels, &amp;nbsp;painting or music if everyone was&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;homo economicus&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and chose to make the best return on investment decisions. There is more to life than money, and also aspiring PhDs must realise that only 5% of them actually end up with jobs in academia. Unfortunately, the academy chooses to ignore this fact and makes many of them ill-prepared for life outside academia. The Economist and Menand seem to agree that it's actually in the universities' interest that supply of aspiring PhD students exceed the demand for the finished product. The unfinished products, the graduate students, or the ABDs (all but the dissertation), are a highly qualified talent pool for jobs such as research and teaching that save the universities tons of money instead of hiring full-time faculty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marketplace of Ideas&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Marketplace-Ideas-Resistance-American-University/dp/0393062759"&gt;On Amazon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-854054309525898549?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/854054309525898549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=854054309525898549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/854054309525898549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/854054309525898549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/10/marketplace-of-ideas-menands-book-on.html' title='The Marketplace of Ideas: Menand&apos;s book on the American University'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-7617642388516167072</id><published>2011-10-26T17:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:41:11.503-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on the Wallenberg Medal 2011 for Aung San Suu Kyi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wallenberg.umich.edu/images/home-banner-lecture-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" src="http://www.wallenberg.umich.edu/images/home-banner-lecture-2011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a rare privilege to witness the Aung San Suu Kyi being presented with the Wallenberg Medal by the&amp;nbsp;University&amp;nbsp;of Michigan last night. As Aung San does not leave Burma due to the fear that she may not be let back in, the medal was presented&lt;i&gt; in absentia&lt;/i&gt; and her lecture was pre-recorded. The highlight of the evening was the question and answer with Ms. Kyi that was live (via Skype). Even after years of captivity and sporadic contact with the outside world, Ms. Kyi's face showed no signs of bitterness, defeat or exhaustion. She was very animated and showed a great sense of humor in her responses. She talked about the struggle against fear (quoting Tagore's Where the Mind is Without Fear) and oppression that are universal and that her case was only very particular. It's only extraordinary people that think that their lives are quite ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not once did I hear her use the word 'I' while talking about the Burmese struggle for democracy. It was always 'us', 'we', or 'the Burmese people'. She was quick to praise the achievements of others. She believes the struggle in Burma is a personal and a limited one - meaning, it is for her people and her society, as opposed to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raoul_Wallenberg"&gt;Raoul Wallenberg's&lt;/a&gt;, which was for a different people and a different religion. Her modesty was genuine. Giants standing on the shoulders of giants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her curious accent that seemed to be a mix of her education in Burma, India and Britain, she narrated a&amp;nbsp;humorous&amp;nbsp;story about the three happiest days in a Burmese man's life: the day he becomes a novice monk, the day he gets married and the day he is released from jail. She said that reflects on what the Burmese think of their own society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no way reflecting on Ms. Kyi's courage,&amp;nbsp;I have some issues with the university for giving her the medal now. Arguments which I have taken up in another forum. In summary, I felt that this award has come too late and that it would have been more imaginative of the university to give it someone new and focus attention on people who are still relatively unknown. (check back for updates) instead of trying to cash-in on Ms. Kyi's celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Women in power? or not really?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1988, Ms. Kyi got swept up in protests and became a part of movement that she no initial intention of being a part of. &amp;nbsp;There was a question from an undergraduate about the role and suitability of women in leadership and if this hindered her role in the movement. I feel bad for American women who despite all their advances seem to be plagued by the fact that there has no woman President so far. &amp;nbsp;Is is true as&amp;nbsp;Ms. Kyi mentioned in her response that "women are equally capable as men" and "the first female head of state was a woman - Srimavo Banradranaike from Sri Lanka..", but there is slightly pessimistic view. Women are not so much the issue as&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;South Asian seems to gravitate towards dynastic leadership.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It seems like a perversion to think that &amp;nbsp;while&amp;nbsp;South Asia has been replete with examples of women being in power - Indira Gandhi in India (and now Sonia Gandhi), Sheikh Hasina and Khaleda Zia in Bangladesh, Bhutto in Pakistan, the average women in all of these countries is far from equal than men. This is not so much a gender issue as it seems but that South Asian seems to love and trust dynastic rule. In Ms. Kyi's case as the daughter of the first leader of Burma it was around her that people rallied. It seems contradictory that appears as democracy prima facie is patrimonialism in another guise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;As someone who has had greatness thrust upon them, Ms. Kyi has done remarkably well to keep her celebrity out and to give credit to others in the struggle. It is the world's fault that we cannot name a single leader apart from Ms. Kyi. Surely, as she herself said in as many words that &amp;nbsp;there are many unknown people who are leading lives of even greater courage, who are still unsung. It was a great honor to be in presence of such a great person.&amp;nbsp;She is really a steel magnolia, the softness and gentle eyes overlay that indomitable courage and resilience. &amp;nbsp;She talked about her struggles as a child in conquering her fear of the dark. &amp;nbsp;She said she walked in dark rooms for two weeks and then it was gone. Since 1988, she has been under, more or less, house arrest. One wonders how long she will have to wander in the dark rooms of Burma before she conquers the tyranny of military rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wallenberg.umich.edu/index.html"&gt;Wallenberg Medal and Lecture website at Umich&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-7617642388516167072?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7617642388516167072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=7617642388516167072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7617642388516167072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7617642388516167072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/10/thoughts-on-wallenberg-medal-2011-for.html' title='Thoughts on the Wallenberg Medal 2011 for Aung San Suu Kyi'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-6434362230707004939</id><published>2011-10-21T12:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T12:15:51.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos Gardenias - Buena Vista Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;The great Ibrahim Ferrer singing Machin's Dos Gardenias. Lovely phrasing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;Dos Gardenias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;(Antonio Machin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos Gardenias para ti&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;con ellas quiero decir&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te quiero; te adoro; mi vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ponles toda tu atencion&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque son tu corazon y el mio.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos Gardenias para ti&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que tendran todo el calor de un beso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De esos besos que te di&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y que jamas encontraras&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en el calor de otro querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A tu lado viviran&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y te hablaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como cuando estas conmigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y hasta creeras&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que te diran: te quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero si un atardecer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;las gardenias de mi amor, se mueren&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es porque han adivinado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que tu amor se a terminado&lt;br /&gt;porque existe otro querer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/NQO8TvRXhJ4/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQO8TvRXhJ4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQO8TvRXhJ4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(translated by h.p.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;Two gardenias for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;with them I want to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I love you; adore you; my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Give them all your attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;as they are your heart as well as mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Two gardenias for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;that &amp;nbsp;have all the warmth of a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Of those kisses that I give you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and that you'll never find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;in the warmth of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;By your side they will live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and they will talk to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;as if you were with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and if you will believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;that they will tell you: I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;but if one dusk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;the gardenias of my love die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;it is because they have discovered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;that your love is finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;because&amp;nbsp;another love&amp;nbsp;exists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-6434362230707004939?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/6434362230707004939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=6434362230707004939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/6434362230707004939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/6434362230707004939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/10/dos-gardenias-buena-vista-club.html' title='Dos Gardenias - Buena Vista Club'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-6815455279990847962</id><published>2011-10-03T10:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:12:51.302-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Apples vs. chips: an experiment into food behavior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Last week I conducted an informal experiment at work. This the kind of 'scientific' experiment that J. classifies as needless and silly, since the general conclusion is quite obvious. My reasons to do that experiment were:&lt;br /&gt;a) People could surprise you with their behavior, &amp;nbsp;and b) mainly, because it's fun to do experiments, c) I had a grant (meaning the raw material was paid for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main motivation was &amp;nbsp;to determine if people make good food choices when such choices are available. As a graduate student I often found that when stuck in the lab late in the evening or &amp;nbsp;night the only 'food' option was &amp;nbsp;the vending machine mostly full of all kinds of crappy snacks. The kind of snacks that Indra Nooyi, CEO of Pepsi food has &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2011/05/16/110516fa_fact_seabrook"&gt;decided to re-brand as 'fun for you'&lt;/a&gt;. Their other labels are 'good for you' and 'better for you'. Of course, the irony of Pepsi marketing itself as a health-food company and the relativistic nature of their labels is inescapable. &amp;nbsp;Another disturbing story that I read was that experiments on rats have shown that babies could acquire a taste for junk food in-utero.&lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/node/21530076"&gt;(In review of Lindstrom's book on advertising in the Economist)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, I wrote to the President and the authorities to make such healthy snacks available. The University did make this available and called it M-healthy. They were not not that healthy, but better than just chips and other crap that's usually in vending machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it begs the question - do people actually want to eat healthy? &amp;nbsp;When polled people &amp;nbsp;it is unlikely that anyone would say something other than - "I want to eat healthy, if such choices were available." Though what people say and what they do is quite different. The actual pattern of behaviors exposes their 'revealed preferences'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is that faced with an apple or a potato chip what does one do? More honestly speaking, what would I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Experiment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the company lunch room where people leave stuff to share/ give-away I placed the following items last Monday morning:&lt;br /&gt;18 apples ( 11 Red Delicious, 4 Fuji, 3 Granny Smiths)&lt;br /&gt;3 bags of chips (regular, multigrain and tortilla chips without any salsa)&lt;br /&gt;2 packets of crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Null Hypothesis:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All free food is equal and will be eaten in equal amounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hypothesis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chips would be all eaten.&lt;br /&gt;Apples would not be as popular.&lt;br /&gt;Crackers would be more popular than apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Observations:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Two bags of chips were finished. Tortilla chips were not. 13/18 apples were eaten&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: All bags of chips were gone. Packet of crackers gone. 11/18 apples eaten&lt;br /&gt;Monday: One packet of crackers remained. 10/18 apples remained. Interestingly, all the Granny Smith apples were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be noted that the experimenter also was part of the experiment and ate 1 apple and some amount of chips to keep the consumption roughly equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Possible explanations and factors at play.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Chips are tastier and pound for pound offer more calories and are a better 'investment'.&lt;br /&gt;2) Apples have a higher 'adoption barrier', as they have to be washed, either cut, or bit into and it can be messy with juicy apples&lt;br /&gt;3) Red Delicious is not so delicious. If there were more Granny Smiths, then the ratio could have been different leading to different conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;4) People bring their own apples, and not chips and were supplementing their diet with the chips that were laid out.&lt;br /&gt;5) Chips don't go bad, and apples do. So after Day 3, the apples were less appealing.&lt;br /&gt;6) Eating chips requires less&amp;nbsp;commitment, meaning that chips can be eaten in small quantities (one chip to a dozen or more), but you have to commit to eating an entire apple.&lt;br /&gt;7) Corollary to the above: you may not be hungry for an entire apple. In a sense, an apple will actually increase your caloric intake in large quanta.&lt;br /&gt;8) The chips were of better quality than the apples. The experimenter admits that this was not controlled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conclusions:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave that you to gentle reader.( I would hate to give it away). I am sure J. would appreciate my silence and absence of analysis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What happens next?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am curious to know what is the half-life of the apples. They still stand at 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-6815455279990847962?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/6815455279990847962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=6815455279990847962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/6815455279990847962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/6815455279990847962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/10/apples-vs-chips-experiment-into-food.html' title='Apples vs. chips: an experiment into food behavior'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-8400896035650061818</id><published>2011-09-30T11:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T11:47:09.061-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>Global Energy Transitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The Economist's Global Intelligence Unit published a report on the transition of energy demand from East to West.&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with reading such reports on controversial topics is that the first thing to look for is who is sponsoring the report, and who is writing the report. In almost all cases, the Economist does not have a byline, so the reports are mostly anonymous. &amp;nbsp;This report comes with the &amp;nbsp;caveat that the report and the conference was sponsored by Shell. Like all energy companies, their record has been less than stellar. One hopes that one can trust the authority of the authors: serious academics, policy makers and a long-time Greenpeace activist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.businessresearch.eiu.com/sites/businessresearch.eiu.com/files/downloads/Global%20Energy%20Conversation_transitions%20from%20West%20to%20East_0.pdf"&gt;Report on Global Energy Conversation: Transitions from West to East&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One the most startling facts is that India and China have increased their energy consumption by 116% and 149% in the last 20 years. In contrast, America has increased it by 19% (but their consumption was already very high). See:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.businessresearch.eiu.com/sites/businessresearch.eiu.com/files/downloads/Global%20Energy%20Conversation_info-graphic%205.pdf"&gt;Key Findings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me back to an excellent book that got a lot of press when it first came out, but has been somewhat been lost in the noise. Jared Diamond's Collapse. &lt;a href="http://fromhelicon.blogspot.com/2006/01/collapse-jared-diamond.html"&gt;A review was posted on the literary blog&lt;/a&gt;. His main thesis is that civilizations have many reasons to prosper, but in many cases they fail because they fail to respond to environmental challenges appropriately. He presents case studies of &amp;nbsp;the past and present using examples from Rwanda, Easter Island, Australia, Montana, etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-8400896035650061818?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/8400896035650061818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=8400896035650061818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/8400896035650061818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/8400896035650061818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/09/global-energy-transitions.html' title='Global Energy Transitions'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-508907390718091127</id><published>2011-09-12T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:14:29.515-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Change of Guard: US Open 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;What happened on Saturday was the final nail in Federer's coffin. I wished truly that I wouldn't be saying this, but after being up two matchpoints, flubbing a simple inside-out pass that hit the net cord, Federer's goose was cooked. In almost identical fashion he went down in the final set after leading 2-0. The world No. 3 ranking seems less of an aberration and more or less fitting. In my opinion his best chance to do something was at this year's US Open. He has missed that, and I would call it curtains for the Federer the Champion. Every subsequent tournament is going be a Second Act for Mr. Roger Federer.&amp;nbsp;It is still true that for the next year or so, Fed will be still head and shoulders above the rest and will decimate them in a very similar fashion in the next few Grand Slams. The real problem is not the new kids on the block, the Dolgopolovs, Soderlings, Tipsarevics, Murrays and other current also-rans but the two men playing in tonight's final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rafael Nadal has taken tennis to another level, and Novak Djokovic has shown the &amp;nbsp;man described as a 'monster' by McEnroe can be vanquished.&amp;nbsp;While my sympathies were with Federer, as a true tennis fan it is a great treat to watch the best two men in tennis battle it out in a few minutes. Federer seemed to have no problems with anybody else on the planet, and then Nadal happened and it seemed that he had some sort of mental block against the man. The lost first set at the French indicated a real issue. Quite interestingly, Nadal seems &amp;nbsp;to have 'Djokovic' problem. For the longest time Novak has been ranked No.3 and ended up meeting Federer more often. Though in recent times, as he assumed the mantle of World No.1. he's meeting Nadal more often and bested the Spaniard in the last five meetings including the Wimbledon final. Pressure seems nothing to Nadal, it seems to just vanish every time he plays a point. In comparison Djokovic seems more human. On Saturday, when he was two points from losing the match, he found humor and a smile to get back into the match, instead of the fierce glare that is the trademark of the Spaniard. That will certainly help him. At 24, he is in the greatest shape of his life, prepared to run every single ball down. Also, unlike Federer he has no issue with his backhand to combat the mad spin from Nadal's forehand court. It's going to be a great match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woudn't write off Nadal too easily. He has shown that he is as hungry as ever, but now he faces pressure from someone who is as relentless and cool as he is.&amp;nbsp;As long as he serves well, neutralizes Nadal's spin, goes after his second serve, Novak should have no problem taking him out. He has been tested in a trying match with Federer and it will be his match to lose after the great run he has had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;My prediction #1:&lt;/b&gt; Novak in 4 sets if all goes well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prediction #2: &lt;/b&gt;Otherwise, whoever wins the first set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As has been noted, the other modern great - Pete Sampras - didn't win anything for two years before his final US Open triumph. In comparison, Federer seems to be in much better shape. So, I am waiting for the aging champion to show that he still has the stuff. Though, he will need what he credited Novak for winning - luck, and a lot of it if&amp;nbsp;Messrs. Nadal &amp;amp; Djokovic are still in&amp;nbsp;business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One era of tennis has ended and now it's the beginning of a new rivalry - Nadal and Djokovic. Men's tennis seems to have another new lease of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-508907390718091127?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/508907390718091127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=508907390718091127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/508907390718091127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/508907390718091127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/09/change-of-guard-us-open-2011.html' title='Change of Guard: US Open 2011'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-7527050155160721557</id><published>2011-09-07T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T16:27:05.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burden of Proof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Toxic Substances Control Act passed in 1976, does not require manufacturers to show that chemicals used in their products are safe before they go on the market;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Jerome Groopman, in &lt;i&gt;New Yorker, May 31, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &amp;nbsp;burden of proof rests on federal agencies and external universities.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2010/05/31/100531fa_fact_groopman"&gt;Link to New Yorker article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-7527050155160721557?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7527050155160721557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=7527050155160721557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7527050155160721557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7527050155160721557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/09/burden-of-proof.html' title='The Burden of Proof'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-7886245730493927509</id><published>2011-08-28T04:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T14:32:36.587-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>India much after Gandhi: Reading Guha and Mishra</title><content type='html'>Reading Ramachandra Guha's &lt;i&gt;India after Gandhi &lt;/i&gt;and Pankaj Mishra's &lt;i&gt;Temptations of the West&lt;/i&gt;. This was rather by accident, but they make good reading side-by-side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.waterbridgereview.org/images/covers/022008/india.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" width="125" src="http://www.waterbridgereview.org/images/covers/022008/india.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For most historians, Indian history ended with Partition, or with some extension, with the assassination of Mahatma Gandhi. The books on India history after Independence, he writes, can be counted on the fingers of one hand, or two if one is more broad-minded.  Guha's book was published in 2007, released to presumably coincide with the 60th year of India's Independence,  is weighty and 700+ pages long. Only being about third through the book, I oddly felt that it should have been longer. Guha writes with an extraordinary skill: the laborious scholarship and copious footnotes do not disturb the urge to keep turning the pages. As far as I can note, Guha is content, as he should be to, to mostly describe and leave conclusions to the reader. I did somewhat catch some of the legendary debate in press between Ms. Arundhati Roy and him, though I am eager to understand some of his political convictions and motivations.  While Ms. Roy did claim in an interview that her views with Mr. Guha's were worlds apart, at least the have an environmental and social conscience. A sort of conscience that I see lacking in many of my local peers, who have seemed to embrace "India Shining" with careless abandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Guha seems, at least so far, to be quite optimistic of the strength of Indian democracy, reading Pankaj Mishra's Temptations of the West one is left with no illusions about Indian reality of democracy. Mishra is a journalist with a keen eye and a sensibility worthy of a poet. In contrast to the Doon-school, &lt;br /&gt;IIM-educated Bangalorean Guha,  Mishra was born in Jhansi, grew up in small-town North India, went to school in Allahabad and spent his youth in Benares. He comes from a different milieu than Guha and correspondingly his views are darker, and I would like to think closer-to-the-ground than the firmly-grounded academic historian. The rest of the book moves on further into the rest of South Asia (more on that later), but the Indian themes, or axes as Guha calls, are pretty much the same - caste-based politics, regionalism, proto-fascist Hindutva, being Muslim in India and others. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href=" http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Books/Pix/covers/2006/06/08/temptationsofthewest1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" width="128" src=" http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Books/Pix/covers/2006/06/08/temptationsofthewest1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't finished reading either book and it would be premature to make a final judgement. One thing is clear that issues raging in the country today were pretty much the same in 1950. While some progress has been made, but much of the tribal population and rest of India lives in a feudal time. This sort of reality is hard to imagine from the eyes of an urban Punekar, now deracinated expat. One hopes that books help us bridge that distance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write this at a time when Anna Hazare's strike has just been called off after the government has acceded to his some of Team Anna's demands. The whole affair right or wrong, undoubtably signals the failure of constitutional democracy. Indeed, as Guha's book informs us that Ambedkar, the architect of the constitution, warned that Indians in Free India needed to abjure from Gandhian methods of fasts, hartals, picketing, and the like and use constitutional methods to achieve their ends. Of course, such methods have been mostly ineffective in the last 60 years. It may seem like a Quixotic idea to external observers that citizens need to move heaven and earth just to make elected representatives just accountable: meaning making them do their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I seek refuge in books.&lt;br /&gt;Reality melts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-7886245730493927509?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7886245730493927509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=7886245730493927509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7886245730493927509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7886245730493927509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/08/india-much-after-gandhi-reading-guha.html' title='India much after Gandhi: Reading Guha and Mishra'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-3688314137219662471</id><published>2011-07-27T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T16:28:10.292-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>Phrasing: Catching Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Phrasing is super important in music and also in language. How you  string words together and how you put hte building blocks together. Very intersting interview with Bobby McFerrin on &amp;nbsp;the importance of improvisation. He says that if were a teacher of music he would not start with the staff or written music. But, just with one note 'C' and let the students play that for a few weeks, then add another note 'D' and let them improvise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says in the interview that singing songs with lyrics sometimes interferes with interpretation. So, Bobby McFerrin tries to teach without words. He says that not many people can do it - babble nonsense syllables - for minutes on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of language that McFerrin uses:&lt;br /&gt;Is singing for entertainment. Is it for more than entertainment? Inter-tainment? &lt;br /&gt;He is full of endless word-play continues. In fact it calls it 'catching song' not 'singing song'.&amp;nbsp;Words sometimes obscure meaning, but sometimes they can illuminate, especially when you are as original as Mr. Bobby McFerrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://being.publicradio.org/programs/2011/catching-song/"&gt;Bobby Ferrin: Catching Song&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://download.publicradio.org/podcast/being/programs/2011/06/13/20110616_catching_song_128.mp3?_kip_ipx=309756336-1308581511"&gt;Link to .mp3 of interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-3688314137219662471?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3688314137219662471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=3688314137219662471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3688314137219662471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3688314137219662471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/07/phrasing-catching-song.html' title='Phrasing: Catching Song'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-8152996074579350291</id><published>2011-07-24T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T10:10:47.666-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Is Doing a PhD a waste of time?</title><content type='html'>This article showed up in the Economist a  while ago (December, 2010) but I got to reading it only now. I am currently in what can be described as 'evangelical zeal to read magazines' that have been piling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this article -- &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/node/17723223"&gt;The disposable academic: Why doing a PhD is often a waste of time&lt;/a&gt; -- might be late in coming, it's still an interesting read in the manner of the perfect 20/20 vision of hindsight.&lt;blockquote&gt;One thing many PhD students have in common is dissatisfaction. Some describe their work as “slave labour”. Seven-day weeks, ten-hour days, low pay and uncertain prospects are widespread. You know you are a graduate student, goes one quip, when your office is better decorated than your home and you have a favourite flavour of instant noodle....Whining PhD students are nothing new, but there seem to be genuine problems with the system that produces research doctorates (the practical “professional doctorates” in fields such as law, business and medicine have a more obvious value). There is an oversupply of PhDs. Although a doctorate is designed as training for a job in academia, the number of PhD positions is unrelated to the number of job openings. Meanwhile, business leaders complain about shortages of high-level skills, suggesting PhDs are not teaching the right things. The fiercest critics compare research doctorates to Ponzi or pyramid schemes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's true that it takes a number of years, and perhaps your best ones. I sometimes felt that I spent all my youth in school. Of course I was much better off than students in anthropology and physics who on average take 7-10 years. As a PhD who is no longer working in academia, and for the record most of my friends who finished one are not working in academia either, I have never regretted for a moment taking/or wasting years finishing the degree. I enjoyed doing it and I had many rich experiences that were totally unconnected with academics, which I would never have enjoyed if I had a regular 9-5 job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Academics tend to regard asking whether a PhD is worthwhile as analogous to wondering whether there is too much art or culture in the world. They believe that knowledge spills from universities into society, making it more productive and healthier. That may well be true; but doing a PhD may still be a bad choice for an individual.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now being done, I have not suffered greatly either. I admit that it may not reflect the experience of every PhD as it is in a 'somewhat useful' and currently 'somewhat hot' field of biomedical engineering. It may not make sense for everyone to do one. And as the article points out, everyone does not have the right motivation or reasons for doing one.&lt;blockquote&gt;Many students say they are pursuing their subject out of love, and that education is an end in itself. Some give little thought to where the qualification might lead. In one study of British PhD graduates, about a third admitted that they were doing their doctorate partly to go on being a student, or put off job hunting. Nearly half of engineering students admitted to this. Scientists can easily get stipends, and therefore drift into doing a PhD. But there are penalties, as well as benefits, to staying at university. Workers with “surplus schooling”—more education than a job requires—are likely to be less satisfied, less productive and more likely to say they are going to leave their jobs&lt;/blockquote&gt;As the article points out there are about 100,000 PhDs minted each year and only about 16,000 new academic positions. People have to find work elsewhere, or may choose to find work elsewhere. The central assumption of the article that the PhD  should lead to a academic job is not entirely correct. There are lots of well-paying, and often better-paying jobs in industry, non-profits, think-tanks, government, and startups. The article states that only 57% of the student actually finish a PhD casting some doubt on the enterprise. People quit for various reasons and I think that for many it might be the right decision. As in most things in life, the training and experience can always come handy later. I do agree that it's best to quit early. I am not quite sure if you can treat it as a 'sunk cost' if you quit in the 6th year of your program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do agree that there is an oversupply and universities should practice, as the article calls it, more voluntary birth-control. In addition there should be more training for PhDs who will be looking for non-academic jobs and developing soft-skills given that 90% of the people will not pursue jobs in academia. &lt;blockquote&gt;Many of those who embark on a PhD are the smartest in their class and will have been the best at everything they have done. They will have amassed awards and prizes. As this year’s new crop of graduate students bounce into their research, few will be willing to accept that the system they are entering could be designed for the benefit of others, that even hard work and brilliance may well not be enough to succeed, and that they would be better off doing something else. They might use their research skills to look harder at the lot of the disposable academic. Someone should write a thesis about that.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-8152996074579350291?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/8152996074579350291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=8152996074579350291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/8152996074579350291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/8152996074579350291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-doing-phd-waste-of-time.html' title='Is Doing a PhD a waste of time?'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-428283184338113354</id><published>2011-06-30T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T12:47:07.661-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Il semble que la perfection soit atteinte non quand il n'y a plus rien à ajouter, mais quand il n'y a plus rien à retrancher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that perfection is attained not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing more to remove.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Antoine de Saint Exupery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wind, Sand and Stars (1939)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-428283184338113354?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/428283184338113354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=428283184338113354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/428283184338113354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/428283184338113354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/06/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-973196484261132276</id><published>2011-06-30T10:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T09:57:53.844-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth about cats and dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>Got education? more likely to marry</title><content type='html'>From the &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/node/18867552"&gt;Economist&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Data from the Census Bureau (US) show that married couples, for the first time, now make up less than half (45%) of all households.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This may seem to be bad news, but on the good news front the divorce rate has gone down with lesser marriages. This seems to imply that those who marry these days tend to stay married, or in other words, it is weeding out weak marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more to the story, as it seems that marriage is now a privilege of the educated. &lt;blockquote&gt;There barely was a marriage gap in 1960: only four percentage points separated the wedded ways of college and high-school graduates (76% versus 72%). The gap has since widened to 16 percentage points, according to the Pew Research Centre.&lt;/blockquote&gt;The article quotes that those without a college degree earn less and prefer to raise children out of wedlock as they cannot 'afford marriage'. I find that hard to explain. In the state of Michigan, you could walk over to the courthouse, fill out a few forms and get married for less than $30. You would probably pay more for  a meal for two in the City of Ann Arbor than for getting married in court. It is perhaps understood that if that educated are more likely to get married, then they are older as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the children born out of wedlock, the disparity is immense: &lt;blockquote&gt;Only 6% of children born to college-educated mothers were born outside marriage, according to the National Marriage Project. That compares with 44% of babies born to mothers whose education ended with high school.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article did not comment if those children born were out of choice. Another interesting question is: Are children better off, or rather, no worse-off in single-parent (more like single mothers) families? If there is a significant difference then the huge disparity between kids born to educated, well-off two-parent families vs. lower-educated, poorer single mother families can only get amplified in the decades to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-973196484261132276?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/973196484261132276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=973196484261132276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/973196484261132276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/973196484261132276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/06/got-education-more-like-to-marry.html' title='Got education? more likely to marry'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-2560791199694628264</id><published>2011-06-21T10:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T10:08:45.133-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordplay'/><title type='text'>Words: Misread and misheard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Over the weekend as I was transferring the clothes from the washer I noticed this scribbled on a piece of paper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ANGER NOT WORKING, BEING FIXED. TX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struck by the profundity of the message and chuckled at the absurdity of finding something like this in the laundry room. Sometimes life is like that - you never know what you find. Everybody's anger needs fixing. I am glad that the person who wrote that note at least acknowledged it.  It drew a much bigger laugh a few minutes later when the reality of the message struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Yorker (May 23, 2011) informed me about the 'karma chain' that was set in motion by Lama Pema in New York a month ago. It was an interesting experiment: Lama Pema played a version of 'Chinese Whispers' (called 'Telephone' in the U.S.). The idea was that Lama Pema at the start of the chain of 300+ people would recite three sutras that would be passed from person to person with the author Salman Rushdie at the very end of the chain to receive the final message. The Lama wanted to test the proposition "information can extremely volatile when words pass from person to person". The sutras that he read out (&lt;i&gt;using his iPhone&lt;/i&gt;!) to person #1 in line were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Like a shimmering star, or a flickering lamp&lt;br /&gt;2) A fleeting autumn cloud, or a shining drop of  morning dew&lt;br /&gt;3) A phantom, a dream, or a bubble, so is all the existence to be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even by the 20th person the messages were largely mangled from the original. Finally at the end, Salman Rushdie read out the final messages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Follow the glass stone. Follow the glass stone&lt;br /&gt;2) The droid from hell&lt;br /&gt;3) If anything exists it changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were 100% wrong as the Lama said. He said that not a single word that Rushdie read was the same, but in the end 'the words were not my message'. Accidentally and miraculously the listeners had listened to the gist of the message and then had collectively "put words to it". I am not sure I agree 100% with the Lama (considering #2), but it was an interesting exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scribbled message in my laundry room that sounded profound actually wasn't. It was more mundane and functional than spiritual and insightful than I had imagined. Because of the loopy 'Y' and the hastily scribbled cursive capital 'D', I had misread the first word: it was 'D-R-Y-E-R', not 'A-N-G-E-R'. Clarity had been restored, or not? My original misreading had actually lead to a moment of clarity. Everybody's anger needs fixing. It was a happy misreading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-2560791199694628264?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/2560791199694628264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=2560791199694628264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/2560791199694628264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/2560791199694628264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/06/words-misread-and-misheard.html' title='Words: Misread and misheard'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-1658011215080296282</id><published>2011-06-04T22:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T17:41:05.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>French Open Final 2011: Final thoughts on Nadal v Federer</title><content type='html'>So, in the end there are again the same two men in the final. The aesthetically most pleasing player versus the mentally and physically toughest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadal has dominated the French Open (losing only once ever to Robin Soderling), but tomorrow Federer seems to be clearly the sentimental favorite after his heroics in the semi-final. To win tomorrow would be a near-miracle, but it's sure going to be entertaining tennis. I find it bothersome that commentators always about this shot or that, eg, if Nadal's bouncing forehand is going to make a difference. In actuality, it's mostly mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadal is much tougher mentally than Federer, and perhaps more than any man in the sport today. Nadal has intense focus, is tough to break, is getting to be a better server and his shot selection is impeccable. Federer might have somewhat of a chance on a faster court like the US Open or Australia, but on the red clay Nadal reigns supreme. I have intense respect for his game and his iron-will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federer has nothing to more to prove. Is it necessary that he defeat Nadal on the French clay once? Those writing his obituary sound like the fools they always were. He is still just as good if not better. He beat the most in-form man in tennis in a classic display where he out-served, out-played and out-thought Novak Djokovic. True he did not convert all those break-point opportunities and to win tomorrow, or put up some fight he will have to change that. Nadal seems impossible to break (Murray had a few looks, but couldn't make anything out of it). We all want to see somewhat of a contest. For that Federer should serve razor-sharp as he did against Djokovic, and not extend points. He can cover court, but nothing like Nadal, so he needs to hold serve and break Nadal once in a while. If he does go for his shots, taking chances Nadal might be seeing something different tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prediction&lt;/b&gt;: Federer needs to win the first two sets to have some chance of winning. If he does win he will do it four sets. Most likely Nadal will take the first set after which will be somewhat close in the second and then he will finish it in 3 sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, who wins tomorrow in Paris, it has been a joy to watch these finals between the two men (I missed the first two French finals). If one had to design two players with contrasting styles they couldn't have come up with something better than we have on hand here. I wish could've been there to watch it live. Looks like there might be one more such final between the finest I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be disputed if Mr. Federer and Mr. Nadal were the best tennis players of all time and if their rivalry was tennis's finest moment, but it beyond dispute that they were the most gracious tennis champions. Most gracious to each other, to the crowd and to the fine sport itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-1658011215080296282?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/1658011215080296282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=1658011215080296282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1658011215080296282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1658011215080296282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/06/french-open-final-2011-final-thoughts.html' title='French Open Final 2011: Final thoughts on Nadal v Federer'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-6821461606662163774</id><published>2011-05-29T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T23:52:16.051-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>Materialism v. Innovative Consumption</title><content type='html'>Many years ago, T.M., a grad school colleague of mine introduced me to the term 'American consumer-whore-ism'. His exact words were, "This is America, man! Land of the consumer whores". As I understood he meant materialism which is a universal, but it is at its worst (or at its best) in America. And materialism is always bad, right? In almost every urban society from New York to Mumbai, it's hard to get away from consumptive activities, and the trend is towards even more conspicuous consumption. The hypocrisy of tree-huggers (myself included) is obvious -- I punch in the text to this blog on my MacBook. We consume more gadgets and technology every year. James Surowiecki's column in New Yorker offered a different perspective on consumerism: it stimulates innovation. Despite other  many other faults American consumer whore-ism is somewhat responsible for innovation and the resulting increases in productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the New Yorker, May 16th&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/talk/financial/2011/05/16/110516ta_talk_surowiecki"&gt; Innovative Consumption&lt;/a&gt; by James Surowiecki&lt;blockquote&gt;From a business perspective, the willingness of consumers to take risks means that new technologies can see profit faster here than they can elsewhere. That encourages inventors to invent, and investors to pour money into startups. (It’s no coincidence that the modern venture-capital industry got its start here.) And the speed with which successful products are taken up also allows companies to benefit from economies of scale sooner, bringing prices down and making it easier to reach even more customers. But it isn’t just a matter of speed. Venturesome consumers also provide companies with feedback that helps improve products, and often even repurpose them, in ways their inventors hadn’t imagined. In the process, the value of the innovations themselves increases. In that sense, our culture of innovation depends on consumers as much as on entrepreneurs&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thin line between consuming to spur innovation and being a consumer whore seems to be a fine one. But what is it? I need to think about this more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside: The May 16th issue of the New Yorker is by far the best issue of the year. Among interesting topics it talks about Pepsi rebranding as a nutrition company, Pakistan and it's hobgoblin enemy India and its masterful manipulation of American aid, and Gladwell on XEROX's PARC. Great fiction by Michael Ondaatje. This also tells  you I am little behind in my New Yorker reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-6821461606662163774?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/6821461606662163774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=6821461606662163774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/6821461606662163774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/6821461606662163774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/05/materialism-v-innovative-consumption.html' title='Materialism v. Innovative Consumption'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-2174788355906412026</id><published>2011-05-19T15:40:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T10:51:24.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth about cats and dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Now I am One and Thirty</title><content type='html'>Now I am One and Thirty, so what would A.E. Housman say? Not that it's particularly relevant currently, but it was on my mind today. The old trope remains true - older and wiser. Plenty of sighs and rue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I was one-and-twenty...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was one-and-twenty&lt;br /&gt;I heard a wise man say,&lt;br /&gt;'Give crowns and pounds and guineas&lt;br /&gt;But not your heart away;&lt;br /&gt;Give pearls away and rubies&lt;br /&gt;But keep your fancy free.'&lt;br /&gt;But I was one-and-twenty,&lt;br /&gt;No use to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was one-and-twenty&lt;br /&gt;I heard him say again,&lt;br /&gt;'The heart out of the bosom&lt;br /&gt;Was never given in vain;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis paid with sighs a plenty&lt;br /&gt;And sold for endless rue.'&lt;br /&gt;And I am two-and-twenty,&lt;br /&gt;And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.&lt;br /&gt;- A. E. Housman (1859-1936)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Similar dark humor on loving and leaving was the theme on Poet's.org, my daily fix of poetry. For the record today's birthday poem on Poet's.org &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Traveling Light&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only leaving you&lt;br /&gt;for a handful of days,&lt;br /&gt;but it feels as though&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone forever—&lt;br /&gt;the way the door closes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind me with such solidity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lives have minds&lt;br /&gt;of their own.&lt;br /&gt;- Linda Pastan&lt;/blockquote&gt;Full text of &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/749"&gt;Traveling Light&lt;/a&gt; on Poets.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-2174788355906412026?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/2174788355906412026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=2174788355906412026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/2174788355906412026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/2174788355906412026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/05/now-i-am-one-and-thirty.html' title='Now I am One and Thirty'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-4730345410807461312</id><published>2011-05-17T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:28:58.104-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Miksang- The Good Eye within</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O_rG5-WC-rU/TdMNmVQkH_I/AAAAAAAAC0A/mKFk2qe8WdY/s1600/IMG_8234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O_rG5-WC-rU/TdMNmVQkH_I/AAAAAAAAC0A/mKFk2qe8WdY/s320/IMG_8234.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red on Blue&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Over the weekend I was at a Miksang photo workshop in one of my favorite cities - Chicago. The workshop called for digital camera. It could be simple, but it had to be digital. So I had to break my moratorium on digital photography and leave my beloved Leica and B/W photo-love behind. Since, Miksang - meaning 'good eye' in Tibetan promised to be purest of the pure in the digital world - no cropping, no digital alteration, and you aren't even supposed to real seek the picture. I felt that this was a worth exception (similar in some high-minded exceptions I make to eat meat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wKn3rMxlDM4/TdMM700DM5I/AAAAAAAACzs/zKXR0P9RNDY/s1600/IMG_8222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wKn3rMxlDM4/TdMM700DM5I/AAAAAAAACzs/zKXR0P9RNDY/s320/IMG_8222.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opening your eye&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;From &lt;a href="http://miksang.com/miksang.html"&gt;What is Miksang? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Miksang, at its most basic level, is concerned with uncovering the truth of pure perception. We see something vivid and penetrating, and in that moment we can express our perception without making anything up—nothing added, nothing missing. Totally honest about what we see—straight shooting.&lt;/blockquote&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQPiMfoWCy4/TdMOmE3qSNI/AAAAAAAAC0c/RNFQSsODw1s/s1600/IMG_8263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQPiMfoWCy4/TdMOmE3qSNI/AAAAAAAAC0c/RNFQSsODw1s/s320/IMG_8263.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haiku with a leaf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This being Level 1 the images are simple. The teacher gave a great analogy: "it's like practising your scales". So, for the two days, I put image-making and even image-seeking behind to make picture of pure perception, at least as best as I could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assignments were Color, Texture, Shadow and Light, Space and  Dots in Space. Having never ever tried such pictures before it was an exhilarating and very meditative experience. I can see why it can be contemplative, as every tiny object, or mundane one gets imbued with beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XtB-PPrKfoU/TdMQdHzQyeI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/bCx_9gaJzGY/s1600/IMG_8332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XtB-PPrKfoU/TdMQdHzQyeI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/bCx_9gaJzGY/s320/IMG_8332.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curves in White&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while you can't stop noticing. The world around you is so alive and rich with color, texture, and space. We shot for only about 1.5 hours, but I was exhausted. It was also interesting to see what others had shot in the same space and there were a few, but not too many similar pictures. Everyone had their own unique sense of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to my &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/achilles/MiksangLevel1#&amp;quot;"&gt;Miksang-Level 1 pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-4730345410807461312?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/4730345410807461312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=4730345410807461312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/4730345410807461312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/4730345410807461312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/05/miksang-good-eye-within.html' title='Miksang- The Good Eye within'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O_rG5-WC-rU/TdMNmVQkH_I/AAAAAAAAC0A/mKFk2qe8WdY/s72-c/IMG_8234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-1755719497256430538</id><published>2011-05-11T11:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T11:51:51.856-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Against Foxholes</title><content type='html'>A friend K.S. posted on her Google chat status&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are no atheists in fox holes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that there was something inherently wrong in that statement. Glad that the inimitable Kurt Vonnegut Jr. came to the rescue. It's not so much about atheism or theism, but mainly about foxholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;People say there are no atheists in foxholes. A lot of people think this is a good argument against atheism. Personally, I think it's a much better argument against foxholes.&lt;br /&gt;— Kurt Vonnegut&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-1755719497256430538?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/1755719497256430538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=1755719497256430538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1755719497256430538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1755719497256430538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/05/against-foxholes.html' title='Against Foxholes'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-3849911866093258940</id><published>2011-04-29T19:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T19:36:48.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Saadi</title><content type='html'>There is always a debate as to which is the language that is most suited for poetry. It is easily argued that French and Italian lend themselves most to writing poems easily since they are abundant with vowel sounds. This makes French and Italian poetry sound musical, as even the harshest objects are heard as lush sounds. Anyone who has heard an aria before an operatic scene of death can attest to this. Apart from historical tradition, this explains to some extent that most operas, even those written by German composers, are in Italian or French. On the other hand, the consonants that seem to be so derided give German poetry a certain weight, a certain intellectual air that has a different sort of beauty. Last week after listening to one of the most famous bass-baritones &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Quasthoff"&gt;Thomas Quasthoff&lt;/a&gt; singing Schumann and Brahms lieder at the &lt;a href="http://ums.org/s_current_season/artist.asp?pageid=630"&gt;UMS&lt;/a&gt;, I want to totally revise the common notion that German cannot be the language of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking in very traditional notions, despite Shakespeare and the Romantic poets, English poetry doesn't quite cut it as the language of love. Russian stakes a strong claim to being the sort of language that can be a strong contender. Word order is not strict and there are tons of vowel sounds. Apparently, it emerged as a winner at UN conference as 'the' language of love. Pushkin has everyone beat, so the story goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer to home and what I know - as any Indian is familiar - Urdu has the finest tradition of love poetry, of the sort that intoxicates and enthralls by its very beauty that the love object of those verses is a mere accessory. The poetry and its beauty is an end in itself. Urdu is a mish-mash of Hindi and Persian. It's remarkable that a language that arose from military camps in the Indian sub-continent was elevated enough to produce such wonderful poetry. Of course, any Persian worth his salt is going to argue that all the beauty comes from the Persian and the harsh consonants so to speak are all from the Hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To paraphrase Shakespeare, poetry translated in any language would be just as sweet. Thanks to Mani for providing this gem from Muslih-ud-Din Mushrif ibn-Abdullah Shirazi or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saadi_(poet)"&gt;Saadi&lt;/a&gt;. A case in point that poetry is beautiful, even though it may be lost in translation to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هزار جهد بکردم که سر عشق بپوشم &lt;br /&gt;نبود بر سر آتش میسرم که نجوشم &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;به هوش بودم از اول که دل به کس نسپارم &lt;br /&gt;شمایل تو بدیدم نه صبر ماند و نه هوشم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;حکایتی ز دهانت به گوش جان من آمد &lt;br /&gt;دگر نصیحت مردم حکایتست به گوشم &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;مگر تو روی بپوشی و فتنه بازنشانی&lt;br /&gt;که من قرار ندارم که دیده از تو بپوشم &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;من رمیده دل آن به که در سماع نیایم &lt;br /&gt;که گر به پای درآیم به دربرند به دوشم &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;بیا به صلح من امروز در کنار من امشب &lt;br /&gt;که دیده خواب نکردست از انتظار تو دوشم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;مرا به هیچ بدادی و من هنوز بر آنم&lt;br /&gt;که از وجود تو مویی به عالمی نفروشم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;به زخم خورده حکایت کنم ز دست جراحت&lt;br /&gt;که تندرست ملامت کند چو من بخروشم &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;مرا مگوی که سعدی طریق عشق رها کن &lt;br /&gt;سخن چه فایده گفتن چو پند می‌ننیوشم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;به راه بادیه رفتن به از نشستن باطل&lt;br /&gt;و گر مراد نیابم به قدر وسع بکوشم&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a few edits to  Mani K's translation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made every effort to keep the secret of my love disguised.&lt;br /&gt;However, it was impossible for me to not come to a boil from the fire.&lt;br /&gt;I was cautious from the beginning not to fall in love with anyone. &lt;br /&gt;When I saw you I lost both my patience and my caution.&lt;br /&gt;I heard a story once about your mouth with the ears of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Since then people’s advice is just a story to my ears.&lt;br /&gt;Only if you avoid me can this chaos settle down; &lt;br /&gt;Since I cannot keep my calm and turn my eyes from you.&lt;br /&gt;With such an untamed heart, it is better for me not to enter any dance ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;If I enter on foot, people will be carrying me out on their shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;Come in peace with me today and to my side tonight. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep last night in the hope of seeing you.&lt;br /&gt;You sold me for nothing and I am still not willing to exchange a lock of your hair for the whole world.  &lt;br /&gt;I complain only to the injured about my wound; since the healthy will only blame me as I cry.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me: “Saadi, avoid the path of love”. &lt;br /&gt;There is no point in telling since I am not listening to your advice.&lt;br /&gt;Wandering off to the desert is better than sitting vainly; and if I don’t find my wish, I will try as hard as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-3849911866093258940?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3849911866093258940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=3849911866093258940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3849911866093258940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3849911866093258940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/04/saadi.html' title='Saadi'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-2677103904784845082</id><published>2011-04-22T11:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T08:08:41.874-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Kipling: You musn't swim till you're six weeks old</title><content type='html'>Kipling who was the first Indian-born (he was born in Mumbai) and the first writer in English to win the Nobel Prize in Literature presents somewhat of a difficulty in warming up to him. As seen from the eyes of someone 100 years later, his politics were all wrong and his advocacy of British imperialism makes one squirm. It's not hard to see why Orwell (one of my heroes and another Indian-born writer) was early to criticize Kipling for this. Yet, it would take the most churlish among us to not praise Kipling for creating  two of the most beloved fictional Indian characters - Mowgli and Kim. And then there is of course Gunga Din. So, while Kipling might have been quite out of step with the winds of change that would set the 20th century in motion - to which someone like Orwell was more attuned to - there is no mistaking his genuine fondness for India and its people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Jungle Book&lt;/i&gt; is a world masterpiece and Kipling would have deserved all the fame just for that book. All poetry need not be weighty - it can be light and funny, and yet conceal a world of meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Untitled [You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old]   &lt;br /&gt;by Rudyard Kipling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old, &lt;br /&gt;Or your head will be sunk by your heels; &lt;br /&gt;And summer gales and Killer Whales &lt;br /&gt;Are bad for baby seals. &lt;br /&gt;Are bad for baby seals, dear rat, &lt;br /&gt;As bad as bad can be. &lt;br /&gt;But splash and grow strong, &lt;br /&gt;And you can't be wrong, &lt;br /&gt;Child of the Open Sea!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-2677103904784845082?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/2677103904784845082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=2677103904784845082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/2677103904784845082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/2677103904784845082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/04/kipling-you-musnt-swim-till-youre-six.html' title='Kipling: You musn&apos;t swim till you&apos;re six weeks old'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-3736066561844430967</id><published>2011-04-14T09:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T11:53:56.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Poetry - I too dislike it</title><content type='html'>Wandering around last evening I ended up the Hatcher Graduate library and in one of the display windows outside the main checkout counter they had this excerpt from Marianne Moore:&lt;blockquote&gt;I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond&lt;br /&gt;all this fiddle.&lt;br /&gt;Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one&lt;br /&gt;discovers in&lt;br /&gt;it after all, a place for the genuine.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's part essay on poetry and part diatribe against mostly bad poetry. Making an excellent observation midway into the poem, " ... we do not admire what we cannot understand..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15654"&gt;Full text of poem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the meantime, if you demand on the one hand,&lt;br /&gt;the raw material of poetry in&lt;br /&gt;all its rawness and&lt;br /&gt;that which is on the other hand&lt;br /&gt;genuine, you are interested in poetry.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside:&lt;br /&gt;Interesting article in the Michigan Record on &lt;a href="http://michigantoday.umich.edu/2011/04/story.php?id=7971&amp;tr=y&amp;auid=8154063"&gt;Poet Laureates at Michigan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous posts in celebration of National Poetry Month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/04/ee-cummings-thank-you-god-for-most-this.html"&gt;E.E. Cummings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/04/mike-jarmans-dispatches-from-devreaux.html"&gt;Mike Jarman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/04/rilke-ich-lebe-mein-leben-in-wachsenden.html"&gt;Rilke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/03/april-is-cruelest-month-national-poetry.html"&gt;Neruda and Troy Jollimore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-3736066561844430967?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3736066561844430967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=3736066561844430967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3736066561844430967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3736066561844430967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/04/poetry-i-too-dislike-it.html' title='Poetry - I too dislike it'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-7683367715430826947</id><published>2011-04-11T10:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:34:56.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>E.E. Cummings - Thank you God for most this amazing day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Of course, any poem is always yours(the readers) to keep, to have and to hold in way that you feel best. Though it's sometimes useful to know how the poet may have read it. A rare clip of &lt;br /&gt;E.E. Cummings reading the poem below. Of all poets, it's perhaps most useful to have &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; read his poems since they can be read in so many different ways. Much has been made of his  interesting word order and typography, but gimmicks apart he was the 'real deal' as the poem (Thanks J) below amply displays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the answer to everything in life always - &lt;b&gt;yes?&lt;/b&gt; For those seeking literary echoes: Joyce's magisterial chronicle of a single day in Dublin (Ulysses) ends with  'yes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/axH9A28CTjw/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/axH9A28CTjw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/axH9A28CTjw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;i thank You God for most this amazing day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank You God for most this amazing&lt;br /&gt;day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees&lt;br /&gt;and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything&lt;br /&gt;which is natural which is infinite which is yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i who have died am alive again today,&lt;br /&gt;and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth&lt;br /&gt;day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay&lt;br /&gt;great happening illimitably earth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how should tasting touching hearing seeing&lt;br /&gt;breathing any--lifted from the no&lt;br /&gt;of all nothing--human merely being&lt;br /&gt;doubt unimaginable You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(now the ears of my ears awake and&lt;br /&gt;now the eyes of my eyes are opened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.e. cummings&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-7683367715430826947?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7683367715430826947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=7683367715430826947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7683367715430826947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7683367715430826947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/04/ee-cummings-thank-you-god-for-most-this.html' title='E.E. Cummings - Thank you God for most this amazing day'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-7527812834274564849</id><published>2011-04-05T11:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T15:06:14.363-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Mike Jarman's Dispatches from Devereux</title><content type='html'>Another poem shamelessly filched from &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org"&gt;Poets.org&lt;/a&gt;. If you are interested in poetry on a daily basis, then I highly recommend  signing up for their Poem-A-Day list. They have a good mix of old and new and I've discovered some great work through it. A fine example is today's poem by Mark Jarman. It's absolutely sublime - of herons, egrets, seine nets, the waves. Perhaps alluding to the wetness of burning desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dispatch from Devereux Slough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall, 2008&lt;br /&gt;The gulls have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;The distant bark of sea lions gives nothing away.&lt;br /&gt;The white-tailed kite flutters and hunts.&lt;br /&gt;The pelicans perform their sloppy angling.&lt;br /&gt;The ironbark eucalyptus dwells in ignorance and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;And the night herons brood in their heronry like yoga masters, each balanced on a twig.&lt;br /&gt;The world has changed. The news will take some time to get here.&lt;/blockquote&gt;3am. What a time of day! Anyone who has been awake at 3am knows what F. Scott Fitzgerald meant when he wrote, "In the dark night of the soul, it's always 3am, day after day."&lt;br /&gt;In one of the poems called &lt;i&gt;Shorebreak, 3am&lt;/i&gt; he writes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Awake, alone, at the right hour to hear it,&lt;br /&gt;That hush, for all the sleeplessness behind it,&lt;br /&gt;Can lead one, walking wounded, back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;See the full text of &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22210"&gt;Dispatches from Devereux Slough&lt;/a&gt;. It's full of wonderful lines and images, including this last one in the series:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heaven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are reunited after death,&lt;br /&gt;The owls will call among the eucalyptus,&lt;br /&gt;The white tailed kite will arc across the mesa,&lt;br /&gt;And sunset cast orange light from the Pacific&lt;br /&gt;Against the golden bush and eucalyptus&lt;br /&gt;Where flowers and fruit and seeds appear all seasons&lt;br /&gt;And our paired silhouettes are waiting for us.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-7527812834274564849?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7527812834274564849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=7527812834274564849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7527812834274564849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7527812834274564849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/04/mike-jarmans-dispatches-from-devreaux.html' title='Mike Jarman&apos;s Dispatches from Devereux'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-7869167647756605063</id><published>2011-04-01T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T15:35:30.960-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Rilke: Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen - I live my life in ever-widening circles</title><content type='html'>Thanks to J. who introduced me to Rainier Maria Rilke's poetry. This is the one that touched me the most. The poet trying to grow. Poetic echo of the day - lines from Robert Browning's &lt;i&gt;Andrea Del Sarto&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp.&lt;br /&gt;Or what's a heaven for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: On the issue of copyright, I need to find poets who died before 1935. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the original &lt;i&gt;auf Deutsch&lt;/i&gt; and an English translation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen,&lt;br /&gt;die sich über die Dinge ziehn.&lt;br /&gt;Ich werde den letzten vielleicht nicht vollbringen,&lt;br /&gt;aber versuchen will ich ihn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich kreise um Gott, um den uralten Turm,&lt;br /&gt;und ich kreise jahrtausendelang;&lt;br /&gt;und ich weiß noch nicht: bin ich ein Falke, ein Sturm&lt;br /&gt;oder ein großer Gesang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my attempt at a translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;I live my life in ever-widening circles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live my life in ever-widening circles&lt;br /&gt;That draw themselves over all things&lt;br /&gt;I may not perhaps complete the last of these things&lt;br /&gt;but I want to make an attempt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I circle around God,  around the most ancient tower,&lt;br /&gt;And I circle for a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;And yet I still don't know: Am I a falcon? a storm?&lt;br /&gt;Or a much larger song.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-7869167647756605063?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7869167647756605063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=7869167647756605063' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7869167647756605063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7869167647756605063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/04/rilke-ich-lebe-mein-leben-in-wachsenden.html' title='Rilke: Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen - I live my life in ever-widening circles'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-5346929380224389215</id><published>2011-03-31T10:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:55:23.435-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>April is the Cruelest Month - National Poetry Month</title><content type='html'>Either taking cue from T.S. Eliot's opening lines of the Wasteland, or for some other reason, April is designated as National Poetry Month. This has invigorated me to read more poetry and inspired me to write or at least post some gems that I've come across. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;Since I should not post poems in their entirety, I will try to link to the full text on official sites, meaning sites that have obtained the appropriate permissions.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite Pablo Neruda's sequence of poems called &lt;i&gt;The Book of Questions&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tell me, is the rose naked&lt;br /&gt;or is that her only dress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything in the world sadder &lt;br /&gt;than a train standing in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pablo Neruda (trans: William O'Daly)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16006"&gt;Full text of 'The Book of Questions, III'&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across &lt;i&gt;On The Origin of Things&lt;/i&gt; by Troy Jollimore from the Academy of American Poets that faintly echoes the same imagery.  The imagination is bolder and vivid, an imagination that is both very childlike and ludicrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Everyone knows that the moon started out&lt;br /&gt;as a renegade fragment of the sun, a solar&lt;br /&gt;flare that fled that hellish furnace ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nor will I allow&lt;br /&gt;myself to address the idea that dance&lt;br /&gt;began as a kiss, that happiness was&lt;br /&gt;an accidental import from Spain, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Troy Jollimore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22094"&gt;Full text of: 'On the Origin of Things'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-5346929380224389215?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5346929380224389215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=5346929380224389215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5346929380224389215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5346929380224389215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/03/april-is-cruelest-month-national-poetry.html' title='April is the Cruelest Month - National Poetry Month'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-1787460632158757602</id><published>2011-03-30T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T16:10:07.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><title type='text'>Rough Theater</title><content type='html'>Off to see 'rough theater' tonight. As opposed to the lavish productions of the Royal Shakespeare Company (RSC), Propeller performs it true to the text, but with modern touches. &lt;blockquote&gt;Salt, sweat, noise, smell: the theater that’s not in a theater, the theater on carts, on wagons, on trestles, audiences standing, drinking, sitting round tables, audiences joining in, answering back: theater in back rooms, upstairs rooms, barns; the one-night stands, the torn sheet pinned up across the hall, the battered screen to conceal the quick changes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://umslobby.org/index.php/2011/03/propeller-what-would-brook-think-5356"&gt;Carol Rutter on Propeller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They shall be performing Richard III. Updates tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-1787460632158757602?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/1787460632158757602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=1787460632158757602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1787460632158757602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1787460632158757602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/03/rough-theater.html' title='Rough Theater'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-6560953463028272378</id><published>2011-03-29T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:34:02.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>The ones we love - Camus</title><content type='html'>Another gem from Camus. He is so absurdly brilliant and insightful:&lt;blockquote&gt;Nous nous trompons toujours deux fois sur ceux que nous aimons: d'abord à leur avantage, puis à leur désavantage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love — first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Albert Camus&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Happy Death (written 1938), first published as La mort heureuse (1971), as translated by Richard Howard (1972)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-6560953463028272378?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/6560953463028272378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=6560953463028272378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/6560953463028272378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/6560953463028272378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/03/ones-we-love-camus.html' title='The ones we love - Camus'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-5867117580398080276</id><published>2011-03-20T10:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T10:27:23.656-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>NCAA Bracketology</title><content type='html'>I am participating in the March Madness NCAA basketball bracket for the first time. It's $5 to buy in and there are 7 of us in the office pool. The exercise of picking teams and the results with no clue as to what is good or bad is rather interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who do this seriously, the whole picking the bracket thing is quite an arcane art. There are folks who will 'analyze' your bracket for a fee. Sports betting and stock markets are places where statistics are as a wit once said, "There is lies, damned lies and statistics". As in the stock markets there is no real optimal strategy. So what is promised is mostly some mumbo-jumbo with a generous dash of snake oil. Such knowledge gives someone like me comfort since chance levels the playing field for us all: noobs, rubes, and the armchair jocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theoretically possible brackets are 2^63 ~ a few quintillion. This means that while a perfect bracket is possible, it is out of the realm of probable events. ESPN has offered a $1M prize for someone who manages to do that. There is a better chance of finding a cure for AIDS than getting a perfect bracket.  After the first 32 matches -- only 317 people out of about 6 million brackets submitted had perfect picks. It should be mentioned that 5 people had it completely wrong which is a considerable feat as well, though easier to get it all wrong than all correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is obvious that it can't really be a few quintillion possibilities. All match-ups are not even odds. So, if you factor the seeding in question adjusting probabilities (for eg: #1 has a much better chance then a #16) you come down to a more manageable number a probability of 1:150,000,00. Still an improbable event. As of this morning 9am EST, the leaders on the leaderboard do not have a perfect bracket. It's down to only 3 people who made just a single  error so far and it's only Day 3. So, ESPN will most likely never give up its 1M prize in the course of NCAA history, or even in the course of human history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the office. K.T. who has picked straight seeds is actually winning the office the pool. She was winning quite handsomely till the first 32 matches were played. As there were only 3 upsets, she was on top. However, as of this morning, she was still winning, but she picked Pittsburg to win and they lost in an upset to Butler. Implication: She's not going to make too many points in subsequent rounds. Hence the default no-brainer strategy may do well on average, but will never win. You need to pick some upsets. You need to take some risks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to use a three-prong strategy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) the National Bracket &lt;br /&gt;This is the average of everyone's bracket. It is said to be a good strategy, actually the strategy that is guaranteed to be so safe that you will avoid embarrassment - meaning you won't finish last in your office pool. This will overcome my lack of knowledge of the game. It's like picking an stock index fund. Nothing spectacular, but avoids personal manias. It was a little different from straight picks, accounting for sentiment. I had left sentiment out of while doing this, so I picked MSU to win (they lost) and my home school to lose (they won). If I had shown some loyalty I would've been 20 points richer and if Michigan continues to win, it's going to destroy my future earnings. Shameful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Taking a few risks&lt;br /&gt;But, winning is what counts, so to win some, you gotta gamble some. So, just by simple probability there are a few good gambles. For example, looking at past histories of the Elite Eight and Final Four, it's obvious that all #1's do not make it to the Final Four. So, I put in one #2 in the Final Four.  Now, if I had taken advantage of the maximum allowed 10 brackets I could have hedged my bets across the different selections, but then that would ruin the fun of the office pool and also increase my exposure to more than $5.  I picked Florida(#2) in the Final Four and gambled on UConn(#3) to make it the Elite Eight over SDSU(#2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Game Theory&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone mostly thinks OSU is going to win, it makes sense to just go with OSU to neutralize the points from that win. KT and LT had picked Pitt to win and since Pitt lost last night, the huge risk of picking a different winner did not pay off. So, now everybody else in the office pool has OSU picked that result is not that interesting. It's going to boil down to the Final Four picks that really going to make the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as of today how am I doing? I am in third. It must be said that of all the people in the office pool, I have the largest possible points remaining (PPR). So while I am losing by 30pts, it could well go my way. Let's see. In full disclosure, I have not yet watched a single game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-5867117580398080276?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5867117580398080276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=5867117580398080276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5867117580398080276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5867117580398080276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/03/ncaa-bracketology.html' title='NCAA Bracketology'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-5223812393579131340</id><published>2011-03-03T17:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T17:03:17.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Custom made</title><content type='html'>For fun, try turning a double walled rectangular box into a three-sided triangular cone. Not recommended without a paper sketch, or adequate dexterity with a box cutter, and only 20 mins to spare. &lt;br /&gt; Saved by duct tape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-5223812393579131340?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5223812393579131340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=5223812393579131340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5223812393579131340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5223812393579131340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/03/custom-made.html' title='Custom made'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-7181146020373034087</id><published>2011-02-27T23:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:49:47.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Oscars 2011 Prediction Scorecard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;To go back to &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/02/oscar-2011-picks-and-reviews-part-i.html"&gt;Oscar Part I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go back to &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/02/oscar-2011-picks-and-reviews-part-ii.html"&gt;Oscar Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go back to &lt;a href="http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/02/2011-oscar-shorts.html"&gt;Oscar Shorts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scorecard:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Predictions: 15&lt;br /&gt;Total Correct: 9&lt;br /&gt;% Accurate: &amp;nbsp;60% (Chance ~ 20%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty decent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actress in a Supporting Role&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is subject to revision once I see Ms. Steinfield in &lt;i&gt;True Grit&lt;/i&gt;. Helena Bonham Carter was very impressive and stands a good chance and may benefit from vote-splitting for &lt;i&gt;The Fighter&lt;/i&gt;. Melissa Leo was most impressive as the mother of 10 kids. She wears heels, tight-fitting clothes, smokes, swears and so believably plays the blue-collar, lower-class mother that it's hard to imagine anyone outdoing that. Then, quite oddly in the very same movie, Amy Adams as Mark Wahlberg's girlfriend plays the a younger, tougher version of Melissa Leo and one is amazed. She is Leo's alter ego slightly updated and comically referred to in the movie as the 'MTV girl' (someone who is loose and wild). The votes will be split to negate either's chances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I had to considerably revise the above after watching Hailee Steinfield in &lt;i&gt;True Grit&lt;/i&gt; a little while ago. What a great performance! I had initially picked Helena Bonham Carter, but that role that pales in comparison to what I just saw. I do have a soft spot for Melissa Leo, but Hailee was superb as the precocious, headstrong, and gutsy Mattie Ross. Anyone who can across as an equal to the talent of  a Jeff Bridges/Rooster Cockburn and a Matt Damon/Texas Ranger deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt; Hailee Steinfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt; Hailee Steinfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who won:&lt;/b&gt; Melissa Leo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comment:&lt;/b&gt; Very happy to hear to know Ms. Leo even though I bungled the prediction with too much punditry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actor in a Supporting Role&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not seen the other movies, but I would hazard that it's going to between Batman and Capt. Barbossa. Christian Bale so totally embodies the washed-up, crackhead former 'Pride of Lowell' that I thought that it would really be hard to top that performance this year. &lt;i&gt;The Fighter&lt;/i&gt; is a wonderful movie and when you think that all the possible boxing movies have been made, what could possibly be done differently? An interesting exercise to list all the great boxing movies (Recently: Ali, Raging Bull, Cinderella Man, Million Dollar Baby come to mind, what else?) Then I saw Geoffrey Rush in &lt;i&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/i&gt; and he doesn't knock you out as much as astounds you like a magician - the precision, the control, it's a master at work. Nothing was overdone, not a single superflous action or gesture, not a single wrong note. The only thing that might count against Rush is that he has possibly won every accolade there is to win. But to deny this because of that would be a travesty. Sadly, &lt;i&gt;The Fighter&lt;/i&gt; does  down in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt; Geoffrey Rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt; Geoffrey Rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who won:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christian Bale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comment:&lt;/b&gt; Guess in this case I was right in being a pundit? Glad that Bale and Leo are bringing attention to &lt;i&gt;The Fighter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Animated Feature Film&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who won:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Set Decoration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inception&lt;/i&gt; captured everyones imagination over the summer and has made some lasting contribution in the 'weird thought-experiment movie' category and will be a perennial cult favorite. Though it truly deserves an Oscar only in this category, which it will and should win barring &lt;i&gt;King's Speech&lt;/i&gt; mania that may have taken over the hearts and minds of the Academy members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Inception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Inception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who won:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Alice In Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film Editing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Black Swan&lt;/i&gt; was very tight, and I don't really see a reason for the &lt;i&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/i&gt; winning. If there was a close second, then I would put &lt;i&gt;The Social Network&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Black Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Black Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who won:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;The Social Network&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foreign Language Film&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innaritu's &lt;i&gt;Biutiful&lt;/i&gt; with Bardem was interesting and this movie got more eyeballs than the others. So, just based on the campaigning, I think it may win. This is always the most interesting category. On my list of things to do:  I have to see every single Foreign Language Oscar winner since 1980. I have three more to go. So, if &lt;i&gt;Biutiful&lt;/i&gt; wins my list will stay the same. So I am rooting for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt; Biutiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt; No clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who won:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;In a Better World” Denmark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comment: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay! &amp;nbsp;+1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music (Original Score)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I seriously think the &lt;i&gt;King's Speech&lt;/i&gt; has been over-nominated. I don't think it's going to win that many Oscars. I could well be wrong. We will find out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The soundtrack for &lt;i&gt;The Social Network&lt;/i&gt; captures the frantic energy, the scheming, adrenaline rush of money and power and makes the entire movie more effective. Alexandre Desplat has been excellent as usual, but this will be on his rack as something that he did. His other work has been so much more memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt; The Social Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt; The Social Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who won:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Social Network&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cinematography&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of tough choice between &lt;i&gt;The Black Swan&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/i&gt;.   would go with the former for the excellent filming of the dance sequences. For the first time we have so many nominees in this category for movies that don't really have panoramic locales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt;Black Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt;Black Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who won :&lt;/b&gt;“Inception” Wally Pfister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Writing (Adapted Screenplay)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coen brothers did a wonderful job with the script and made a really gritty, realistic True Grit.&lt;br /&gt;But, I would hand it to Aaron Sorkin. Beautiful work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt;The Social Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt;The Social Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who won:&lt;/b&gt;The Social Network&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Writing (Original Screenplay)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bit surprised that neither the &lt;i&gt;Black Swan&lt;/i&gt; nor &lt;i&gt;Blue Valentine&lt;/i&gt; made it here. They would not have won. &lt;i&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/i&gt; truly deserves this one. The other nominations barring Firth and Rush are just hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt;The King's Speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt;The King's Speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who won:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;The King's Speech - David Seidler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short Film (Animated)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;(see &lt;a href="http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/02/2011-oscar-shorts.html"&gt;separate post&lt;/a&gt; on descriptions and predictions on the short films)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Lost Thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Lost Thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who won:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Lost Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short Film (Live Action)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt;Na Wewe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt;Na Wewe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who won:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;God of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comment: &lt;/b&gt;Luke Matheny said on-stage that all the &amp;nbsp;movies are available on iTunes. I highly recommend checking them all out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actor in a Leading Role&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franco gave a great performance but should be happy to be nominated and is the weakest prospect.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't particularly impressed by Bardem. Pretty decent job, but not enough to win. Jeff Bridges won last year, so that kind of goes against him slightly. The way John Wayne played it is almost syrupy in comparison. But, Bridges is not really a contender. The two strongest candidates are Jesse Eisenberg and Colin Firth. I should check the 'likes' on Facebook for his portrayal of the nerdy, egotistical, socially awkward Mark Zuckerberg. Colin Firth though deserves to win not just for this role, but turning in great performances throughout his career. This one's long overdue. This will be his first. The next time he wins would be when he plays an explosive (as opposed to implosive) angry man, a mad man. Do a Robert DeNiro sometime. But, he is the current champion 'Milquetoast of the Movies'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Colin Firth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Colin Firth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who won:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Colin Firth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actress in a Leading Role&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I have only seen the last two and I will wing it saying that there are the only ones that matter. I thought overall &lt;i&gt;Blue Valentine&lt;/i&gt; was an excellent movie and both Ryan Gosling (where is he?) and Michelle Williams did an excellent job first playing the goofy, cute lovers and then a married couple that grows apart. This may not quite be the winner for Michelle Williams. Natalie Portman was indeed perfect as both the White and Black Swan. That movie has really creeped out many people and it's entirely to Portman's credit. In this movie, she really doesn't say much, or even do much apart from dancing. What would you credit an actor who can suck you into their dark, crazy, neurotic world by just using the veins on their neck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Natalie Portman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt; Natalie Portman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who won: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Natalie Portman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coens are in a class of their own. This is not their best work (or rather re-work). Aronofsky did an excellent job of marshaling the talent of Natalie Portman and adapting Tchaikovsky's wonderful ballet. I personally think that David Fincher deserves this award for presenting the whole story of Facebook (with some artistic license). He didn't really have a star cast of any sort and it's a tricky story to bring on screen. It's not a feel-good movie like &lt;i&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/i&gt; and people have strong and differing opinions on their judgement is. Though what's going to happen is that &lt;i&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/i&gt; is going to win the double. Invariably, this happens and I don't really understand it.  Ang Lee won for &lt;i&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/i&gt;, but the movie lost the Best Picture to &lt;i&gt;Crash&lt;/i&gt;. Despite Annie Proulx hissy fit I think it was the correct choice. So this year, I feel it should be similarly so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt; The Social Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt; The King's Speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who won:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The King's Speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Picture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;True Grit&lt;/i&gt; is the weakest of the lot, despite the great work by the trio - Bridges, Damon and Steinfield. &lt;i&gt;Black Swan&lt;/i&gt; was little better, but it's Portman's movie and owes to much to the libretto and the score. I was very impressed with &lt;i&gt;The Fighter&lt;/i&gt;. We've had enough of boxing movies and many have won already. The big message, if there was one was sort of lost. But, that being said there was a lot of freshness in the acting, in the approach and in the story-telling of the bouts. It comes a strong third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally believe that &lt;i&gt;The Social Network&lt;/i&gt; should win the double and is clearly a better movie from a lot of aspects than the &lt;i&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt;The Social Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt;The King's Speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who won:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-7181146020373034087?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7181146020373034087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=7181146020373034087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7181146020373034087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7181146020373034087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/02/oscars-2011-prediction-scorecard.html' title='Oscars 2011 Prediction Scorecard'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-3283558253551558443</id><published>2011-02-26T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T01:23:07.317-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Oscar 2011 Picks and Reviews - Part I</title><content type='html'>This review and prediction list used to be a yearly ritual, though I have kinda dropped the ball on this lately despite gentle admonishment and encouragement from &lt;a href="http://quatrainman.blogspot.com"&gt;JR&lt;/a&gt;. This year in terms of movie watching I have been pretty good. Once I see &lt;i&gt;True Grit&lt;/i&gt; later this afternoon, I will have managed to see almost everything that was nominated, at least everything important.  The lesser categories or unimportant ones being the technical, non-sexy categories, things like shorts, documentaries that realistically NO ONE gets a chance to watch.  I did see the shorts though I think that the winners are treated badly, sandwiched  between the silly jokes and frequently banal performances and soon forgotten. Sometimes they don't even get to go onstage. Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely wish that they would be a way to watch the Foreign Language Films because often times these movies are much better than the actual winner and the entire nominee list is best of the best from the rest of the world. Luckily, the &lt;a href="http://michtheater.org"&gt;Michigan Theater&lt;/a&gt; in A&lt;super&gt;2&lt;/super&gt; shows both the Live Action Shorts and the Animated Shorts. See the separate piece &lt;a href="http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/02/2011-oscar-shorts.html"&gt; on the Oscar 2001 Shorts&lt;/a&gt;. They were all excellent and I've made personal note to myself to try to see places where I can watch more of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a tad bit disappointed to see such few nominations for &lt;i&gt;Black Swan&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Social Network&lt;/i&gt;. I thought they deserved as much acclaim as &lt;i&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/i&gt;. Among other movies that I thought were slightly given less importance were &lt;i&gt;Blue Valentine&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Fighter&lt;/i&gt;. Can anyone explain the recent madness with having &lt;strike&gt;8&lt;/strike&gt;10 nominees in the Best Film Category? What the hell is that all about? Studios wanting publicity and increased sales with the 'Nominated' tag? I am waiting for the day when they even split the Best Picture award in gazillion fragments to please everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predictions are in part of separate post &lt;a href="http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/02/oscar-2011-picks-and-reviews-part-ii.html"&gt;Part II&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-3283558253551558443?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3283558253551558443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=3283558253551558443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3283558253551558443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3283558253551558443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/02/oscar-2011-picks-and-reviews-part-i.html' title='Oscar 2011 Picks and Reviews - Part I'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-1633480072104888663</id><published>2011-02-26T19:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T20:13:08.021-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Oscar 2011 Picks and Reviews - Part II</title><content type='html'>To go back to to &lt;a href="http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/02/oscar-2011-picks-and-reviews-part-i.html"&gt;Oscar Part I &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actress in a Supporting Role&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Amy Adams in “The Fighter”&lt;br /&gt;• Helena Bonham Carter in “The King's Speech”&lt;br /&gt;• Melissa Leo in “The Fighter”&lt;br /&gt;• Hailee Steinfeld in “True Grit”&lt;br /&gt;• Jacki Weaver in “Animal Kingdom”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is subject to revision once I see Ms. Steinfield in &lt;i&gt;True Grit&lt;/i&gt;. Helena Bonham Carter was very impressive and stands a good chance and may benefit from vote-splitting for &lt;i&gt;The Fighter&lt;/i&gt;. Melissa Leo was most impressive as the mother of 10 kids. She wears heels, tight-fitting clothes, smokes, swears and so believably plays the blue-collar, lower-class mother that it's hard to imagine anyone outdoing that. Then, quite oddly in the very same movie, Amy Adams as Mark Wahlberg's girlfriend plays the a younger, tougher version of Melissa Leo and one is amazed. She is Leo's alter ego slightly updated and comically referred to in the movie as the 'MTV girl' (someone who is loose and wild). The votes will be split to negate either's chances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I had to considerably revise the above after watching Hailee Steinfield in &lt;i&gt;True Grit&lt;/i&gt; a little while ago. What a great performance! I had initially picked Helena Bonham Carter, but that role that pales in comparison to what I just saw. I do have a soft spot for Melissa Leo, but Hailee was superb as the precocious, headstrong, and gutsy Mattie Ross. Anyone who can across as an equal to the talent of  a Jeff Bridges/Rooster Cockburn and a Matt Damon/Texas Ranger deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt; Hailee Steinfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt; Hailee Steinfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actor in a Supporting Role&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Christian Bale in “The Fighter”&lt;br /&gt;• John Hawkes in “Winter's Bone”&lt;br /&gt;• Jeremy Renner in “The Town”&lt;br /&gt;• Mark Ruffalo in “The Kids Are All Right”&lt;br /&gt;• Geoffrey Rush in “The King's Speech”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not seen the other movies, but I would hazard that it's going to between Batman and Capt. Barbossa. Christian Bale so totally embodies the washed-up, crackhead former 'Pride of Lowell' that I thought that it would really be hard to top that performance this year. &lt;i&gt;The Fighter&lt;/i&gt; is a wonderful movie and when you think that all the possible boxing movies have been made, what could possibly be done differently? An interesting exercise to list all the great boxing movies (Recently: Ali, Raging Bull, Cinderella Man, Million Dollar Baby come to mind, what else?) Then I saw Geoffrey Rush in &lt;i&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/i&gt; and he doesn't knock you out as much as astounds you like a magician - the precision, the control, it's a master at work. Nothing was overdone, not a single superflous action or gesture, not a single wrong note. The only thing that might count against Rush is that he has possibly won every accolade there is to win. But to deny this because of that would be a travesty. Sadly, &lt;i&gt;The Fighter&lt;/i&gt; does  down in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt; Geoffrey Rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt; Geoffrey Rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Animated Feature Film&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• “How to Train Your Dragon” Chris Sanders and Dean DeBlois&lt;br /&gt;• “The Illusionist” Sylvain Chomet&lt;br /&gt;• “Toy Story 3” Lee Unkrich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sound Editing&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Sound Mixing&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Visual Effects&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Set Decoration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• “Inception”  Production Design: Guy Hendrix Dyas; Set Decoration: Larry Dias and Doug Mowat&lt;br /&gt;• “The King's Speech”  Production Design: Eve Stewart; Set Decoration: Judy Farr&lt;br /&gt;• “True Grit”  Production Design: Jess Gonchor; Set Decoration: Nancy Haigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inception&lt;/i&gt; captured everyones imagination over the summer and has made some lasting contribution in the 'weird thought-experiment movie' category and will be a perennial cult favorite. Though it truly deserves an Oscar only in this category, which it will and should win barring &lt;i&gt;King's Speech&lt;/i&gt; mania that may have taken over the hearts and minds of the Academy members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt;Inception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt;Inception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film Editing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• “Black Swan” Andrew Weisblum&lt;br /&gt;• “The Fighter” Pamela Martin&lt;br /&gt;• “The King's Speech” Tariq Anwar&lt;br /&gt;• “127 Hours” Jon Harris&lt;br /&gt;• “The Social Network” Angus Wall and Kirk Baxter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Black Swan&lt;/i&gt; was very tight, and I don't really see a reason for the &lt;i&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/i&gt; winning. If there was a close second, then I would put &lt;i&gt;The Social Network&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt;Black Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt;Black Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foreign Language Film&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• “Biutiful” Mexico&lt;br /&gt;• “Dogtooth” Greece&lt;br /&gt;• “In a Better World” Denmark&lt;br /&gt;• “Incendies” Canada&lt;br /&gt;• “Outside the Law (Hors-la-loi)” Algeria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innaritu's &lt;i&gt;Biutiful&lt;/i&gt; with Bardem was interesting and this movie got more eyeballs than the others. So, just based on the campaigning, I think it may win. This is always the most interesting category. On my list of things to do:  I have to see every single Foreign Language Oscar winner since 1980. I have three more to go. So, if &lt;i&gt;Biutiful&lt;/i&gt; wins my list will stay the same. So I am rooting for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt; Biutiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt; No clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music (Original Score)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• “How to Train Your Dragon” John Powell&lt;br /&gt;• “Inception” Hans Zimmer&lt;br /&gt;• “The King's Speech” Alexandre Desplat&lt;br /&gt;• “127 Hours” A.R. Rahman&lt;br /&gt;• “The Social Network” Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I seriously think the &lt;i&gt;King's Speech&lt;/i&gt; has been over-nominated. I don't think it's going to win that many Oscars. I could well be wrong. We will find out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The soundtrack for &lt;i&gt;The Social Network&lt;/i&gt; captures the frantic energy, the scheming, adrenaline rush of money and power and makes the entire movie more effective. Alexandre Desplat has been excellent as usual, but this will be on his rack as something that he did. His other work has been so much more memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt; The Social Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt; The Social Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music (Original Song)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things don't really register while watching and have to be considered kinda separately. So I am going to pass on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cinematography&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• “Black Swan” Matthew Libatique&lt;br /&gt;• “Inception” Wally Pfister&lt;br /&gt;• “The King's Speech” Danny Cohen&lt;br /&gt;• “The Social Network” Jeff Cronenweth&lt;br /&gt;• “True Grit” Roger Deakins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of tough choice between &lt;i&gt;The Black Swan&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/i&gt;.   would go with the former for the excellent filming of the dance sequences. For the first time we have so many nominees in this category for movies that don't really have panoramic locales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt;Black Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt;Black Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Costume Design&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a pass on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Writing (Adapted Screenplay)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“127 Hours” Screenplay by Danny Boyle &amp; Simon Beaufoy&lt;br /&gt;“The Social Network” Screenplay by Aaron Sorkin&lt;br /&gt;“Toy Story 3” Screenplay by Michael Arndt; Story by John Lasseter, Andrew Stanton and Lee Unkrich&lt;br /&gt;“True Grit” Written for the screen by Joel Coen &amp; Ethan Coen&lt;br /&gt;“Winter's Bone” Adapted for the screen by Debra Granik &amp; Anne Rosellini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coen brothers did a wonderful job with the script and made a really gritty, realistic True Grit.&lt;br /&gt;But, I would hand it to Aaron Sorkin. Beautiful work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt;The Social Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt;The Social Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Writing (Original Screenplay)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Another Year” Written by Mike Leigh&lt;br /&gt;“The Fighter” Screenplay by Scott Silver and Paul Tamasy &amp; Eric Johnson; &lt;br /&gt;Story by Keith Dorrington &amp; Paul Tamasy &amp; Eric Johnson&lt;br /&gt;“Inception” Written by Christopher Nolan&lt;br /&gt;“The Kids Are All Right” Written by Lisa Cholodenko &amp; Stuart Blumberg&lt;br /&gt;“The King's Speech” Screenplay by David Seidler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bit surprised that neither the &lt;i&gt;Black Swan&lt;/i&gt; nor &lt;i&gt;Blue Valentine&lt;/i&gt; made it here. They would not have won. &lt;i&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/i&gt; truly deserves this one. The other nominations barring Firth and Rush are just hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt;The King's Speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt;The King's Speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actor in a Leading Role&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Javier Bardem in “Biutiful”&lt;br /&gt;• Jeff Bridges in “True Grit”&lt;br /&gt;• Jesse Eisenberg in “The Social Network”&lt;br /&gt;• Colin Firth in “The King's Speech”&lt;br /&gt;• James Franco in “127 Hours”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franco gave a great performance but should be happy to be nominated and is the weakest prospect.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't particularly impressed by Bardem. Pretty decent job, but not enough to win. Jeff Bridges won last year, so that kind of goes against him slightly. The way John Wayne played it is almost syrupy in comparison. But, Bridges is not really a contender. The two strongest candidates are Jesse Eisenberg and Colin Firth. I should check the 'likes' on Facebook for his portrayal of the nerdy, egotistical, socially awkward Mark Zuckerberg. Colin Firth though deserves to win not just for this role, but turning in great performances throughout his career. This one's long overdue. This will be his first. The next time he wins would be when he plays an explosive (as opposed to implosive) angry man, a mad man. Do a Robert DeNiro sometime. But, he is the current champion 'Milquetoast of the Movies'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt;Colin Firth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt;Colin Firth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actress in a Leading Role&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Annette Bening in “The Kids Are All Right”&lt;br /&gt;• Nicole Kidman in “Rabbit Hole”&lt;br /&gt;• Jennifer Lawrence in “Winter's Bone”&lt;br /&gt;• Natalie Portman in “Black Swan”&lt;br /&gt;• Michelle Williams in “Blue Valentine”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I have only seen the last two and I will wing it saying that there are the only ones that matter. I thought overall &lt;i&gt;Blue Valentine&lt;/i&gt; was an excellent movie and both Ryan Gosling (where is he?) and Michelle Williams did an excellent job first playing the goofy, cute lovers and then a married couple that grows apart. This may not quite be the winner for Michelle Williams. Natalie Portman was indeed perfect as both the White and Black Swan. That movie has really creeped out many people and it's entirely to Portman's credit. In this movie, she really doesn't say much, or even do much apart from dancing. What would you credit an actor who can suck you into their dark, crazy, neurotic world by just using the veins on their neck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt;Natalie Portman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt; Natalie Portman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• “Black Swan” Darren Aronofsky&lt;br /&gt;• “The Fighter” David O. Russell&lt;br /&gt;• “The King's Speech” Tom Hooper&lt;br /&gt;• “The Social Network” David Fincher&lt;br /&gt;• “True Grit” Joel Coen and Ethan Coen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coens are in a class of their own. This is not their best work (or rather re-work). Aronofsky did an excellent job of marshaling the talent of Natalie Portman and adapting Tchaikovsky's wonderful ballet. I personally think that David Fincher deserves this award for presenting the whole story of Facebook (with some artistic license). He didn't really have a star cast of any sort and it's a tricky story to bring on screen. It's not a feel-good movie like &lt;i&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/i&gt; and people have strong and differing opinions on their judgement is. Though what's going to happen is that &lt;i&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/i&gt; is going to win the double. Invariably, this happens and I don't really understand it.  Ang Lee won for &lt;i&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/i&gt;, but the movie lost the Best Picture to &lt;i&gt;Crash&lt;/i&gt;. Despite Annie Proulx hissy fit I think it was the correct choice. So this year, I feel it should be similarly so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt; The Social Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt; The King's Speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Picture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• “Black Swan” Mike Medavoy, Brian Oliver and Scott Franklin, Producers&lt;br /&gt;• “The Fighter” David Hoberman, Todd Lieberman and Mark Wahlberg, Producers&lt;br /&gt;• “Inception” Emma Thomas and Christopher Nolan, Producers&lt;br /&gt;• “The Kids Are All Right” Gary Gilbert, Jeffrey Levy-Hinte and Celine Rattray, Producers&lt;br /&gt;• “The King's Speech” Iain Canning, Emile Sherman and Gareth Unwin, Producers&lt;br /&gt;• “127 Hours” Christian Colson, Danny Boyle and John Smithson, Producers&lt;br /&gt;• “The Social Network” Scott Rudin, Dana Brunetti, Michael De Luca and Ceán Chaffin, Producers&lt;br /&gt;• “Toy Story 3” Darla K. Anderson, Producer&lt;br /&gt;• “True Grit” Scott Rudin, Ethan Coen and Joel Coen, Producers&lt;br /&gt;• “Winter's Bone" Anne Rosellini and Alix Madigan-Yorkin, Producers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the above certainly lists the best movies of 2011, with the notable miscarriage of justice by not listing &lt;i&gt;Blue Valentine&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;'Academy? Are you listening? We are really looking for the Top Five, alright?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if one takes the trash out this is the correct list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• “Black Swan” Mike Medavoy, Brian Oliver and Scott Franklin, Producers&lt;br /&gt;• “The Fighter” David Hoberman, Todd Lieberman and Mark Wahlberg, Producers&lt;br /&gt;• “The King's Speech” Iain Canning, Emile Sherman and Gareth Unwin, Producers&lt;br /&gt;• “The Social Network” Scott Rudin, Dana Brunetti, Michael De Luca and Ceán Chaffin, Producers&lt;br /&gt;• “True Grit” Scott Rudin, Ethan Coen and Joel Coen, Producers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, did I already mention that &lt;i&gt;Blue Valentine&lt;/i&gt; should've been up there? May be I am biased, but it was great stuff. Advice: DO NOT watch with significant other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;True Grit&lt;/i&gt; is the weakest of the lot, despite the great work by the trio - Bridges, Damon and Steinfield. &lt;i&gt;Black Swan&lt;/i&gt; was little better, but it's Portman's movie and owes to much to the libretto and the score. I was very impressed with &lt;i&gt;The Fighter&lt;/i&gt;. We've had enough of boxing movies and many have won already. The big message, if there was one was sort of lost. But, that being said there was a lot of freshness in the acting, in the approach and in the story-telling of the bouts. It comes a strong third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally believe that &lt;i&gt;The Social Network&lt;/i&gt; should win the double and is clearly a better movie from a lot of aspects than the &lt;i&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt;The Social Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt;The King's Speech&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-1633480072104888663?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/1633480072104888663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=1633480072104888663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1633480072104888663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1633480072104888663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/02/oscar-2011-picks-and-reviews-part-ii.html' title='Oscar 2011 Picks and Reviews - Part II'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-5770289068586271817</id><published>2011-02-26T18:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T20:20:21.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>2011 Oscar Shorts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Go back to &lt;a href="http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/02/oscar-2011-picks-and-reviews-part-i.html"&gt;Oscars 2011 - Part I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the Michigan Theater in A&lt;superscript&gt;2&lt;/superscript&gt; shows both the Live Action Shorts and the Animated Shorts. Though they only show it for a week and if you blink then you may entirely miss it. This time I wasn't blinking or napping and I did get to see both. They were both excellent and I've made personal note to myself to try to watch more of these. A lot of previews for these movies are available online. My comments are inline right after the movie below cause  I think they all deserve a mention. The Shorts are the playground of the up-and-coming and seeing them one does not fear for moviemaking. Lot's of creative and brilliant work yet to come. Lot's of light in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short Film (Animated)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radarredux.com/2011/02/preview-animated-oscar-shorts-2011/"&gt;Previews of the movies below&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;“Madagascar, carnet de voyage (Madagascar, a Journey Diary)” Bastien Dubois&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was rather strange. I really failed to get the story. The animation was great and it was sort of mixed media - different kinds of animation styles, but the story was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;“Day &amp;amp; Night” Teddy Newton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from the Disney/Pixar. A feel-good comparison of Night and Day impersonated by two creatures that come from these two worlds. They look Casperish. Cute! Showcases the animation talent and a creative theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;“The Gruffalo” Jakob Schuh and Max Lang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helena Bonham Carter lends her voice to the mother telling her kids a story about a happy-go-lucky mouse who bluffs his way escaping predators by making up a story about a "Gruffalo". 'What's a Gruffalo?' you may ask. I guess that's the point. A great story and technically very sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;“Let's Pollute” Geefwee Boedoe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sarcastic look at the modern world with all it's waste. Encourages people to pollute and destroy the planet. A animated version of a Michael Moore style polemic. Interesting, but not that compelling. Great job with the technical animation details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;“The Lost Thing” Shaun Tan and Andrew Ruhemann&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to own a movie then this would be the one. It's Orwellian, Dahl-esque and Kafka-esque at the same time. A nerdy boy in highly industrialized city presumably in the future finds a strange object/creature and tries to find a home for it. I don't want to give away the punchline and if the movie rightly wins the award then it may be available on the web. It's about a loss of wonder in a society that so rigidly follows rules and directions that they don't explore or wonder anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelostthing.com/"&gt;See trailer here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt; The Lost Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt; The Lost Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short Film (Live Action)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;“The Confession” Tanel Toom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is story of two boys about to receive their First Holy Communion in the Catholic Church and one of the kids is such a good boy that he has nothing to really confess for. Thinking that not having anything to confess for will not allow him to enter the Church, he wants to find some sin. They boys concoct a plan and invariably mishaps occur. Not funny ones, but gruesome ones. Well boys will be boys right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;“The Crush” Michael Creag&lt;/b&gt;h&lt;br /&gt;A story of Ardle, a 7-year old who develops a crush on his class teacher and decides to tell her that he wants to marry her. She finds it amusing and so does her thoroughly inconsiderate fiancee. Ardle challenges her fiancee to a duel. Very cute movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;“God of Love” Luke Matheny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is entirely shot in black and white and has an old feel, but timeless quality to it. Luke Matheny wrote, directed and acts as the "God of Love". He gets a package from Olympus Corporation that contains love-darts. While he tries in vain to get a girl he likes to love him back, it does not work. You fall in love with someone you are destined to fall in love with. And why is he chosen as the "God of Love"? Cause he has good aim. &lt;br /&gt;See clip to find out why - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.org/video/watch/37saa_nar_god-of-love.html"&gt;Oscar clip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;“Wish 143” Ian Barnes and Samantha Waite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teenager is terminally ill with cancer and the equivalent of Make-A-Wish foundation wants to know if they can arrange something special for him. His wish, called'Wish 143', is to get laid. Makes sense right? He's a teenager and has never got laid and he's going to die. The man at the foundation balks. He was expecting fishing by the lake, or a soccer game, or something of that nature. Some local matron volunteers to help, which the boy declines citing that he 'already did it'. He actually hasn't and it's up to his priest to arrange a hooker which he does. Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;b&gt;“Na Wewe” Ivan Goldschmidt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This takes place in Gambia at the height of the Hutu-Tutsi Rwandan genocide in 1994. A car full of people gets waylaid by Hutu Power rebels and they decide to massacre all the 'Tutsi snakes'. The Europeans are let go first. Then each of the Africans makes some kind of excuse to get out of the killing by either claiming to be Hutu, not really knowing who their father was, etc. I would give away too much, if I mention who intervenes. You could say Bono rather obliquely, but &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See clip:&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WYrN1bt0jcc"&gt; Na Wewe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should win:&lt;/b&gt;Na Wewe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who will win:&lt;/b&gt;Na Wewe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-5770289068586271817?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5770289068586271817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=5770289068586271817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5770289068586271817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5770289068586271817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/02/2011-oscar-shorts.html' title='2011 Oscar Shorts'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-7131934646462888243</id><published>2011-02-25T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T12:28:32.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth about cats and dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Lending out Books - Hal Sirowitz</title><content type='html'>A lesson that  I simply fail to learn... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lending Out Books - Hal Sirowitz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always giving, my therapist said.&lt;br /&gt;You have to learn how to take. Whenever&lt;br /&gt;you meet a woman, the first thing you do&lt;br /&gt;is lend her your books. You think she'll&lt;br /&gt;have to see you again in order to return them.&lt;br /&gt;But what happens is, she doesn't have the time&lt;br /&gt;to read them, &amp; she's afraid if she sees you again&lt;br /&gt;you'll expect her to talk about them, &amp; will&lt;br /&gt;want to lend her even more. So she&lt;br /&gt;cancels the date. You end up losing&lt;br /&gt;a lot of books. You should borrow hers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-7131934646462888243?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7131934646462888243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=7131934646462888243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7131934646462888243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7131934646462888243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/02/lending-out-books-hal-sirowitz.html' title='Lending out Books - Hal Sirowitz'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-1227405825127116491</id><published>2011-02-16T09:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:41:14.033-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth about cats and dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>The first obscenity: lines from The Primer</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;In the history of language&lt;br /&gt;the first obscenity was silence.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19043"&gt;Full text&lt;/a&gt; of this excellent short poem by Christina Davis on poets.org.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-1227405825127116491?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/1227405825127116491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=1227405825127116491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1227405825127116491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1227405825127116491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-history-of-language-first-obscenity.html' title='The first obscenity: lines from The Primer'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-5146943511252947570</id><published>2010-12-27T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T10:33:07.326-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Street Music Project</title><content type='html'>(Hattip: Ashdin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great idea to record the same song played by street musicians in different parts of the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.playingforchange.com/player/widget.swf?episode=2" width="460" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-5146943511252947570?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5146943511252947570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=5146943511252947570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5146943511252947570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5146943511252947570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/12/street-music-project.html' title='Street Music Project'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-127825518956549453</id><published>2010-12-25T16:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:07:01.116-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>The Monkey and the Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;A monkey was walking along a river and saw a fish in it. The monkey said, Look, that animal is under water, he’ll drown, I’ll save him. He snatched up the fish, and in his hand the fish started to struggle. And the monkey said, Look how happy he is. Of course, the fish died, and the monkey said, Oh, what a pity, if I had only come sooner I would have saved this guy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought provoking article on the harm that aid does in some situations. Philip Gourevitch on &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/atlarge/2010/10/11/101011crat_atlarge_gourevitch"&gt;Humanitarian Aid: Alms Dealers.&lt;/a&gt;. That article generated a lot of responses from aid organizations that P.G. had to write a rebuttal which makes excellent reading as well: &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/newsdesk/2010/11/the-moral-hazards-of-humanitarian-aid-what-is-to-be-done.html"&gt;Response: to Alms Dealers&lt;/a&gt;. Quite surprise to read in the article that Florence Nightingale was opposed to Henri Dunant's idea for the Red Cross. Called it a ludicrous idea from Geneva. On reading Gourevitch's article, seems like the Lady of The Lamp had a point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-127825518956549453?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/127825518956549453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=127825518956549453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/127825518956549453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/127825518956549453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/12/monkey-and-fish.html' title='The Monkey and the Fish'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-5722941168869159799</id><published>2010-12-25T14:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T14:09:18.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Review of Vikram Seth's "From Heaven Lake"</title><content type='html'>Review of Vikram Seth's delightful first book: &lt;a href="http://fromhelicon.blogspot.com/2010/12/vikram-seths-from-heaven-lake-travels.html"&gt; Lit blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-5722941168869159799?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5722941168869159799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=5722941168869159799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5722941168869159799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5722941168869159799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/12/review-of-vikram-seths-from-heaven-lake.html' title='Review of Vikram Seth&apos;s &quot;From Heaven Lake&quot;'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-2204595382481764979</id><published>2010-12-13T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:32:11.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>We don't do porn</title><content type='html'>I recently got a nice roll-film camera and it has been a rather interesting mixture of  frustration, surprise, and reward. I intend to write about this at length soon, but the latest in the series of continuing trials and tribulations of temporarily switching to old-school format was just too funny. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time:&lt;/b&gt; Sat morning, about 1p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scene:&lt;/b&gt; I have just finished developed a roll of b/w film and am admiring the work and I can't wait to get this printed. So, I call CVS 1-hr photo thinking they will be able to develop the Kodak Tri-X  B/W film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello, CVS Photo services?&lt;br /&gt;CVS lady: Yes, how can we help you today?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can you make prints from negatives? &lt;br /&gt;CVS: You mean you just want prints? from film  developed at CVS?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um... yes and no, I have developed my own roll of film and I just wanted some prints. You make prints of any kind of film right?&lt;br /&gt;CVS: (pause).. We don't make prints of pornography&lt;br /&gt;Me: (flabbergasted)... (long pause).. What?! (thinking WTF!) Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;CVS: We don't make prints of pornographic or any stuff like that..&lt;br /&gt;Me: (recovering somewhat and embarrassed laugh).. oh no this is quite regular pictures.. umm.. nothing dirty.. just pictures of streets and buildings.&lt;br /&gt;CVS: Ok, bring them in. I will have to first take a look to see before we can develop them &lt;br /&gt;(perhaps implying maybe you have some porn that you don't know yet?)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation then continued and it was then shortly determined that despite the complete lack of pornographic, erotic, or any other kind of visually arresting, publicly unmentionable content CVS will not develop my negatives. In fact, no large store will process even the most innocuous photos taken on a Kodak Tri-X roll. All because it's not a C41 type roll. I would have to either do it myself or ask a professional photo lab. I am wondering if that specialty lab will be disappointed that it's not porn. I do have some photos of a fountain with a naked Neptune surround by mermaids. Does that count?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-2204595382481764979?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/2204595382481764979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=2204595382481764979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/2204595382481764979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/2204595382481764979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-dont-do-porn.html' title='We don&apos;t do porn'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-7818126061254802124</id><published>2010-12-10T15:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T15:15:15.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>Towards a Monoculture</title><content type='html'>I cannot explain why I am attracted to words and sounds: there is this mystery to alien sounds, like listening to strange music. There are words like caïque* which sound and read mysterious and interesting. Naturally, sounds in other languages are even more interesting that words in the dictionary. Even if you don't understand a word there this is mysterious enjoyment of just listening to the phonemes, phrasing, the cadences and rhythms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My abilities in German have been asymptotically diminishing, but it's fun to be able to catch some snatches of Italian and Spanish and guess the meaning by using the Latin roots. But, do languages have utility? The general attitude is to learn languages that are 'useful'. So, English, Spanish and lately Chinese,  are more useful than learning say, Pashto, Tagalog or Swahili. While communication and understanding maybe improved when people speak the same language, it's not entirely a good thing as the world drifts to a monoculture, or monopoly of a few select language. It's well known that when the last speaker of a language dies, he or she takes with him/her a whole way of expression, an entire culture, and often it's the end of a way of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, in India, a land of many languages we are losing reason to learn or master the vernacular. It seems likely that in a generation, chaste Hindi or even Urdu will be lost. I will not dwell individual dialects and accents that color languages. My own mother tongue - Gujarati has variants depending on whether the speaker is Parsi, or Bohri, or from Surat, Kathiawad, or Ahmedabad. Of course, these dialects and other Indian languages will survive in the the hands of few. But, it's quite likely that poetry, plays and books will cease to be written as often as they were. First, there won't be writers with the fluency, and sadly they will be starved of an audience. An artist needs an audience that actually understands the nuances or subtleties to appreciate the skill in creating within the confines of the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad but true that many of my friends have not taken any great effort to teach their kids languages other than English thinking that it will 'confuse' them. A common idea is that child development is hindered with learning more than one language and that they won't get admission since they can't speak English properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The polymath Jared Diamond presents research to the contrary. In a piece for &lt;a href="www.sciencemag.org"&gt;Science&lt;/a&gt; he demonstrates that conventional thinking about language confusing kids is quite wrong. (See: The Benefits of Multilingualism, by  Jared Diamond, Science 15 October 2010: 332-333&lt;a href="http://www.sciencemag.org/content/330/6002/332.summary?sid=5d697815-5d9f-451c-9cb0-e816175889a2"&gt;| link to summmary&lt;/a&gt;)More importantly there are additional benefits: &lt;blockquote&gt;Recent studies show that children raised bilingually develop a specific type of cognitive benefit during infancy, and that bilingualism offers some protection against symptoms of Alzheimer’s dementia in old people.&lt;/blockquote&gt;He goes on to write...&lt;blockquote&gt;More recent studies, comparing subjects matched for those other variables, have found bilinguals and monolinguals to be largely similar in cognition and language processing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He presents additional material to show that those who speak more than one language are better at handling multiple inputs, ie better multi-taskers. Now who wouldn't want that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you aren't so interested in sounds, or saving poetry and languages from extinction you may be interested in conferring some benefit to your kids by teaching them more than one tongue.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;*caïque: A Turkish hand-rowed boat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-7818126061254802124?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7818126061254802124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=7818126061254802124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7818126061254802124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7818126061254802124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/12/towards-monoculture.html' title='Towards a Monoculture'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-8170358949231589236</id><published>2010-12-02T20:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:33:38.894-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Review of Peter Hessler's Country Driving</title><content type='html'>China is a fascinating country. As Indians we love to compare against it. Peter Hessler lived in China for many years and has written wonderful books on the subject. My &lt;a href="http://fromhelicon.blogspot.com/2010/12/peter-hesslers-country-driving.html"&gt;review of his latest book 'Country Driving'&lt;/a&gt; on the &lt;a href="http://fromhelicon.blogspot.com"&gt;Lit blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-8170358949231589236?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/8170358949231589236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=8170358949231589236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/8170358949231589236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/8170358949231589236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/12/review-of-peter-hesslers-country.html' title='Review of Peter Hessler&apos;s Country Driving'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-8491258175542853680</id><published>2010-11-27T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T19:28:47.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Afghan Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Why do husbands, fathers, brothers-in-law, even mothers-in-law brutalize the women in their families? Are these violent acts the consequence of a traditional society suddenly, after years of isolation and so much war, being hurled into the 21st century?  The foundation of Pashtunwali is a man's honor, judged by three possessions—zar (gold), zamin (land), and zan (women). The principles on which the honorable life is built are melmastia (hospitality), nanawati (shelter or asylum), and badal (justice or revenge). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greater a Pashtun man's hospitality, the more honor he accrues. If a stranger or an enemy turns up on his doorstep and asks for shelter, his honor depends on taking that person in. If any injury is done to a man's land, women, or gold, it is a matter of honor for him to exact revenge. A man without honor is a man without a shadow, without assets, without dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is not generally acceptable for Pashtun women to extend hospitality or exact revenge. They are rarely agents. They're assets to be traded and fought over—until they can stand it no longer.&lt;/blockquote&gt;- Elizabeth Rubin (Photographs by Lynsey Addario)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2010/12/afghan-women/rubin-text"&gt;Afghan Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is familiar with Steve McCurry's iconic image - one of the few that you can that truly deserves it - of the Afghan woman from 1985. Sadly, not much has changed in a land that seems to be so stuck in time that hurtling it into the modern world seems just as cruel as treatment of women in that country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed by how short and effective Rubin's. Clearly, it wasn't so much an essay accompanied by photographs, but more like a lens to focus the reader's attention on Addario's pictures that tell a lot more than a thousand words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-8491258175542853680?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/8491258175542853680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=8491258175542853680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/8491258175542853680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/8491258175542853680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/11/afghan-women.html' title='Afghan Women'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-931060293039840288</id><published>2010-10-28T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:49:32.194-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap wisdom'/><title type='text'>Only the ones you need</title><content type='html'>In their remarkable book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/YOU-Owners-Insiders-Healthier-Younger/dp/0060765313"&gt;You: The Owner's Manual&lt;/a&gt;, Drs. Roisen and Oz&amp;nbsp; wrote on the human body. A thing that everyone possess but most people (including yours truly) seem to know little about (and what they think they know is mostly myth). I was most intrigued by their descriptions of the two main cavities that book-end our generous plumbing a.k.a the 'digestive system'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one end they recommended to stool watch - i.e to pay attention to the shape and the consistency. If something's wrong with your digestion then you are gonna see the effects. The ideal stool needs to long and S-shaped (they write:&lt;i&gt; like the shape of your intestine&lt;/i&gt;). It shouldn't be hard and softer than &lt;i&gt;al dente&lt;/i&gt; is Goldilocks perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know &lt;b&gt;garbage in, garbage out&lt;/b&gt; doesn't just apply to computer programming. On the oral end people seem to have most of the right ideas. Eating healthy is known, if not followed very well. On the aspect of maintenance people are diligent about brushing their teeth at least twice a day and certainly at night. Of course no one really changes tooth brushes every six months &lt;i&gt;as recommended&lt;/i&gt;. It's one of those things that no one really takes seriously like the notice on mattresses: "Do not tear this label, or hell will break loose". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all evidence and suggestion to the contrary, I have yet to see anyone as diligent about flossing. No dentist, drunk or sober, is going to&lt;i&gt; not&lt;/i&gt; recommend flossing. What do Roisen and Oz propose? They&amp;nbsp; leave it up to you and recommend rather pithily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Teeth: Floss only the ones you need&lt;/blockquote&gt;Since my last dental exam, I have actually behaved in a manner that I didn't care.&amp;nbsp; I was given a clean bill but like everything in life, you can't rest on your past laurels. So, I freaked out when I learned that I had my dentist's appointment in two weeks. Brush as much as you want, those bleeding gums give away that you haven't flossed for love or for money in past few months.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid the dead giveaway and lose face in front of my dentist, I crammed.&amp;nbsp; I was cramming for the last two weeks for the dental exam by flossing every day.&amp;nbsp; The gums, they bled, but by the end of the week the really nasty tell-tale signs would be gone.&amp;nbsp; On the day of the exam, the removal of the calculus was painful, but the gums didn't bleed. This is to say that I&amp;nbsp; passed with a high B+ on in the flossing column of the report card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is always the case, after the cleaning and gentle admonishment I felt very repentant. I swore that I will finally turn a new leaf and floss. It's for my own good, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been very disciplined. Using the best floss money can buy and sleeping very soundly at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with flossing? Is it just me? Every time I floss, I feel very virtuous, as if I did a good deed that day. A feeling that is better than the one you get when you eat a healthy salad when the rest of the people around you are eating something patently bad -&amp;nbsp; like nasty French fries. It just seems to lift you up to a higher plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequently, if you really want to intimidate somebody then just floss while they are brushing their teeth. It eerily makes them feel a little less clean. It's more effective than the using a hand sanitizer for no real reason. Pulling out the hand sanitizer makes most people think you are just one of the&amp;nbsp; 'germ theory' show-offs. You could lose friends this way.&amp;nbsp; But, flossing, ah that's a subtle one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, every night as I rub the twine between my teeth I feel like a&amp;nbsp; better bigger person, a human being that people want to emulate but can't quite do it. Besides, I sleep rather soundly knowing my gnashers will be there the next morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-931060293039840288?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/931060293039840288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=931060293039840288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/931060293039840288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/931060293039840288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/10/only-ones-you-need.html' title='Only the ones you need'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-6545194140842683340</id><published>2010-10-26T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T13:58:25.044-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>He had it coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-11626050"&gt;Paul the Octopus&lt;/a&gt; the world's most celebrated eight-armed cephalopod has died. He briefly dazzled the world with his Nostradamus-like ability to predict the outcomes of football matches featuring his adopted homeland (or Fatherland) Germany. He entertained millions on YouTube and had the bookmakers in a tizzy. That could be the seed of one of the many conspiracy theories. Who killed Paul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody. He did it himself. The truth is that it was 'self-guilt'. The pressure and attention got to him - as he was consulted on deeper problems that plague our human lives - Will the Tea Party change politics? Will China let the Renminbi float?&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that his area of expertise was limited to just football.&amp;nbsp; Paul knew deep inside that he was a fake. His fate hanging on the balance of a string of lucky, very lucky coincidences. So before he was exposed as a false prophet he took a dive to ensure immortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulos. Eight-armed &lt;br /&gt;Requiescat in pacem.&lt;br /&gt;Predict no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-6545194140842683340?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/6545194140842683340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=6545194140842683340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/6545194140842683340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/6545194140842683340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/10/he-had-it-coming.html' title='He had it coming...'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-3701273291831556833</id><published>2010-10-10T22:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:42:42.812-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Every Dollar counts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;‎"Every time you spend money, you're casting a vote for the kind of world you want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anne Lappe, American ethicist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-3701273291831556833?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3701273291831556833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=3701273291831556833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3701273291831556833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3701273291831556833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/10/every-dollar-counts.html' title='Every Dollar counts'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-7484644115124440736</id><published>2010-10-05T11:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:59:31.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Quizzing: Meta Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Hat Tip:&amp;nbsp; Ramanand's Buzz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;From quatrainman: Wunderbar! RT @mitesh_agarwal: Must read if you are a quizzer - awesome stuff from Arul @al_lude &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/9JLfo5"&gt;Trivial pursuit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I originally planned to just retweet it, then I&amp;nbsp; thought I should add a comment or two. One thought led to another and then all brevity eloped.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arul Mani's article makes excellent general points and confronts some dark aspects that most people would not admit in public. There are a number of spot-on observations on quizzers, quizzing communities and prevailing attitudes, including what's going to be called the quizzing asshole aphorism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My own private test for the health of a  quizzing community is to ask whether they have acquired a resident  asshole. This creature is generally male, a petulant complainer, a  hand-raiser, and a source of such constant irritation that all the  others band together to ensure some general sanity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a perverse way one, I&amp;nbsp; can only sympathize with the quizzer's need for recognition as a rockstar in a parallel universe where knowing the epitaph on Heisenberg's grave is actually 'cool': &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quizzers are at their entertaining best when  they are overtaken by the need to write their own history. The  Wikipedia page ‘Quizzing in India’ was initiated by a Pune-based quizzer  as a bland list of quizzing activities in several Indian cities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continues further...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Despite the old and new, quizzing has had a very short history. There has been little organization or talk between communities across cities, but quizzers having read too many books are really quick to seize the opportunity to write their own mythologies and theories of supremacy of one city, or one system over another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has always been one of the chief attractions about quizzing -  despite what anyone tells you - everyone wants to grab a slice of  history and fame. To add a few more psychological-anthropological fundaes: Quizzing also being overwhelmingly  male-dominated often descends into no-holds-barred nerd frat party,  minus the booze. Male egos need histories to stand out as heroes. What's wrong with that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following also made me chuckle, Mr. Mani writes - &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Some years ago, I discovered that the Pune  quizzers liked to discuss questions, such as what makes for a good quiz,  with pages of analysis and graphs – I spent several months wading  through the stuff in repulsed fascination."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; I&amp;nbsp; freely admit that we Pune quizzers tend to be masturbatory lot when it comes to theorizing. It did get out of hand a little while ago, but all that discussion was more in the speculative genre and the changes, or tweaks really, have been largely for the better. See the  self-styled &lt;a href="http://bcqc.org/"&gt;BCQC &lt;/a&gt;website for details. Note: BCQC people are Pune's &lt;i&gt;leading quizzing fanatics&lt;/i&gt; (italics mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nurturing a quiz team is one of the ways  in  which a business school can prove that their MBA packs muscle.  Holding a  quiz is the means by which folks in corporate employ can  reassure  themselves that they are knowledge-workers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is hardly an 'old' quizzer who isn't lamenting with great nostalgia for the pure and distant past. I would argue to the contrary. TV shows and the popularity of&amp;nbsp; bad, often very bad MBA-style 'business quizzes' took quizzing to more places and to more people. If it hadn't been for these media circuses, place like my hometown Pune would not have been able to showcase the home-grown talent and for it to improve and compete with traditional powerhouses from Kolkata and Bangalore. Many, many years ago I had qualified for the National finals organized by Limca and Pune teams - Loyola and St. Vincent's (my team) took such a beating in the semis that we realized Pune's poor level of quizzing. I am very glad to note that this is no longer the case and&amp;nbsp; many local schools and open teams have had outstanding results at the national level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wrong kind of crowd who Mr. Mani wants to distance himself from is  merely the price of democratization.&amp;nbsp; While the riff-raff and the occasional bad quizmaster who insists on using the Manorama Yearbook as a source of questions are still annoying,&amp;nbsp; I see a lot more decent quizzes and decent quizzers than before. People who really understand what a good question is and who appreciate the joy of 'working out' the answer. Mr. Mani rightly points out that the internet has been a boon to keep the nastier elements in line. On a more important note: the internet keeps people like me, part of the great quizzing diaspora connected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-7484644115124440736?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7484644115124440736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=7484644115124440736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7484644115124440736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7484644115124440736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/10/quizzing-meta-thoughts.html' title='Quizzing: Meta Thoughts'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-3232310436373325560</id><published>2010-09-24T10:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:42:38.403-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Shooting an Elephant and other essays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51JiD24v+IL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51JiD24v+IL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Still reeling from the mastery of Orwell's essays: "Shooting and Elephant and other essays". That book is a masterpiece. The title piece is perhaps the most famous followed by "Politics and the English language", and "The Hanging" . There are what at first glance appear to be rather whimsical pieces such as "In Praise of the Common Toad" and "In Defense of English Cooking", but which are about much larger issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote by James Wood was particularly insightful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So Orwell was contradictory: contradictions are what makes writers interesting, consistency is for cooking&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2009/04/13/090413fa_fact_wood"&gt; James Wood essay on Orwell&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the copy gathering dust on one of the shelves at Manney's. Of course, no other bookstore in town had the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-3232310436373325560?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3232310436373325560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=3232310436373325560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3232310436373325560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3232310436373325560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/09/shooting-elephant-and-other-essays.html' title='Shooting an Elephant and other essays'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-5813058847309234338</id><published>2010-09-02T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T12:30:55.399-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Half-finished love affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/38/Cloud_atlas.jpg"  height="30%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading David Mitchell's &lt;i&gt;Cloud Atlas&lt;/i&gt; which is since yesterday overdue at the library. I guess will pay the fines for a few days till I finish it. I was inspired by a quote from the book itself. In the &lt;i&gt;Letters from Zedelghem&lt;/i&gt; the musician Robert Frobisher writes:&lt;blockquote&gt;A half-read book is a half-finished love affair.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Guess I must end the love affair even it means a few days delay for the next person in queue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant writing. Masterful in the way Mitchell controls the registers and tone of the different voices. There are many of them. More when I am done...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-5813058847309234338?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5813058847309234338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=5813058847309234338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5813058847309234338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5813058847309234338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/09/half-finished-love-affair.html' title='Half-finished love affair'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-1409245855456987482</id><published>2010-08-15T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:04:36.414-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Picasso Museum in Barcelona: The Father of Man</title><content type='html'>New art faces much initial resistance and then is finally accepted. Once accepted, new art becomes great art. Then it spawn imitators, and then it becomes a cliche that makes its way onto posters and coffee mugs. Newer art must come to take its place. That is essentially the motivation of every artist that aspires for greatness. To see the same things in a different and original way. The more interesting question for me has always been: how does it get to being there? Meaning, how does an artist go from an apprentice to a truly great one? How does the unique vision come about? What propels the shift in perspective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sense, after the first few Cubist paintings, the whole idea ceased to be original; it became a genre. There is much to be done in a genre, but the truly original artist creates one. If there is an epitome of a great artist meant then there is none other than Pablo Ruiz Picasso (Peter Schjeldahl wrote that Matisse and Picasso are still tied in overtime for that title&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/artworld/2010/07/26/100726craw_artworld_schjeldahl"&gt;New Yorker, June 26&lt;/a&gt;) Picasso is at once symbolic for art and artists in the 20th century, and also for what baffles people about modernism or abstract art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own experience with Picasso's work has run backwards. I first saw some of his masterpieces at the National Art Gallery in Mumbai as part of traveling exhibition hosted by the French government.  It was mostly his later work. The next time I saw a Picasso was in Musee Picasso in Paris. This museum that is housed in  magnificent mansion in Marais quarter and is the most extensive collection. The paintings were 'acquired' by the French government from the Picasso estate for unpaid taxes. The size and extent of the collection makes one wonder about the actual income if these were just the taxes! This museum contains the most representative of Picasso's paintings and sculptures. Portraits of his mistresses and lovers - Marie-Terese and Dora Maar, the bulls and the guitars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UV-sZjiurK0/TGi4aCGCkLI/AAAAAAAACDA/vz3RDuAS2LM/s1600/2010-07-12+23.21.38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UV-sZjiurK0/TGi4aCGCkLI/AAAAAAAACDA/vz3RDuAS2LM/s320/2010-07-12+23.21.38.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Picasso Museum in Barcelona which I last visited is an entirely different story. Of all the museums that I have seen this is perhaps the most accessible. Picasso who was born in 1872, and in his teenage years lived in Barcelona where is father was a teacher at the local art school. Another fact that the guidebooks and other sources never fail to mention is where Picasso lost his virginity to some local prostitute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum was initially created from the personal collected of his sister and contains all his early work up to 1902. After that 1902, Picasso made a final move to France and never returned to Spain. There was no question after Franco assumed power to even visit Spain. Picasso the artist of the Left vowed never to return to Spain till Franco was alive. Unfortunately for Picasso and the rest of Spain, Franco outlived Picasso by two years. Picasso died in 1973. It was Picasso's intention that a musuem should be established in his hometown Barcelona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picasso famously remarked that he never drew like a child. "It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child". I sometimes wondered if this was a boast. After visiting the museum, I know that it was not boast. The sketchbooks and paintings  show that as teenager Picasso had mastered classical drawing and painting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was inevitable that he would quickly tire of the classic forms and move on to something new and different. He had nothing more to learn in terms of draftsmanship, or refine in terms of technique. If it wasn't  Cubism, it would have been something else, that change was coming was inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UV-sZjiurK0/TGi4pwOkg_I/AAAAAAAACDI/bBG3NHRDJEA/s1600/2010-07-12+23.19.47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UV-sZjiurK0/TGi4pwOkg_I/AAAAAAAACDI/bBG3NHRDJEA/s320/2010-07-12+23.19.47.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just like his contemporary Einstein, Picasso showed his genius early (before 1910) and then spent the rest of the next six decades refining that idea and chasing the idea of what art meant, what it represented, where it should go next. He went from highly stylized, imitative drawing to more basic forms in abstract geometry shapes, and then finally to drawing like a child. A few lines and dabs of color here and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum humanized Picasso. It shows the progression, the development, the wit, and the promise of great things yet to come. The creation of his later masterpieces - L'Demoiselles D'Avignon, Guernica, didn't just come about from thin air. Picasso the youth drew and sketched obsessively. He had more than 10,000 hours of practice drawing before he moved to Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all its fame and accessibility the Picasso Museum still come second for the title of the most visited museum in Barcelona. The most visited museum in Barcelona? F.C. Barcelona's museum in Camp Nou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-1409245855456987482?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/1409245855456987482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=1409245855456987482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1409245855456987482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1409245855456987482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/08/picasso-museum-in-barcelona-father-of.html' title='Picasso Museum in Barcelona: The Father of Man'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UV-sZjiurK0/TGi4aCGCkLI/AAAAAAAACDA/vz3RDuAS2LM/s72-c/2010-07-12+23.21.38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-8456638171714419690</id><published>2010-08-11T13:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:24:50.784-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Experimental error</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The forceps of our minds are clumsy forceps, and crush the truth a little in taking hold of it.&lt;br /&gt;  - H. G. Wells&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-8456638171714419690?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/8456638171714419690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=8456638171714419690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/8456638171714419690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/8456638171714419690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/08/experimental-error.html' title='Experimental error'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-9032020458479596773</id><published>2010-08-06T07:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T07:53:52.819-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>The  Original Ultralight Backpacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;When John Muir stepped into the Yosemite backcountry, biographer Amy Marquis noted he traveled alone, carrying "only a tin cup, a handful of tea, a loaf of bread, and a copy of Emerson." If you can keep your pack load that small, feel free to take along a favorite book. You deserve such a luxury. &lt;/blockquote&gt;For more advice: &lt;a href="http://www.rei.com/expertadvice/articles/ultralight+backpacking.html"&gt;http://www.rei.com/expertadvice/articles/ultralight+backpacking.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-9032020458479596773?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/9032020458479596773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=9032020458479596773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/9032020458479596773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/9032020458479596773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/08/original-ultralight-backpacker.html' title='The  Original Ultralight Backpacker'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-805355517366900610</id><published>2010-07-19T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:36:02.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth about cats and dogs'/><title type='text'>Baby Profile Pics</title><content type='html'>There are way too many people putting baby pictures on their profile. What's up with that? I mean not pictures of babies created by themselves or by others, but their own pictures from decades ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posed this question a little while ago on Twitter. In the spirit of full disclosure I mentioned that I was guilty of the same for a period of a few weeks  and I received a many (un)helpful responses from friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the responses:&lt;br /&gt;Javed Shaikh - Well you could answer that yourself then :)2:01 am&lt;br /&gt;darshan parikh - whose ur baby man?6:25 am&lt;br /&gt;Mifrah Abid - what's up with people who do something and wonder when others do it too? :P5:36 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it then thinking that it seemed to be the norm. For now I will talk about others and why they do it. As I thought of this more in light of the above comments, I made two observations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) It's usually, no almost exclusively guys who are doing this&lt;br /&gt;b) They are not really baby pics, but toddler pics or pics from when they just started going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have put 2 + 2 together and this is my conclusion: Guys, despite appearances to the contrary, are pretty vain. They want to look good out there on the internet. You never know who is stalking or looking at your pics, right? I mean you can photoshop the hell out of your pics, or get a nice photographer to take a studio pic, but then that looks too staged and you can easily be found out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most guys my age are either in the process of balding or greying and don't think that adds much to their sex appeal. On the other side of this equation of balding, slightly pot-bellied males are the girls. Now, barring a few rare exceptions (I know a few myself) girls are naturally attracted to babies. If you placed Brad Pitt, or whoever is current-hunk-of-the-moment, and a pudgy baby dribbling all over itself in a white diaper, the baby will win the attention of the women around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the smart guys have decided to show themselves at their appealing best by posting pics when they were babies, but still distinguishable as an individual. In one fell swoop, you solve all the problems plaguing your current face in the mirror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-805355517366900610?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/805355517366900610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=805355517366900610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/805355517366900610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/805355517366900610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-profile-pics.html' title='Baby Profile Pics'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-3614783301484413793</id><published>2010-07-18T18:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T18:43:40.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Prelude Etude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/107.html"&gt;@ T. S. Eliot &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frost on the windows accumulates&lt;br /&gt;No feet yet sound in the passageways.&lt;br /&gt;Six o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;The chewed-out pens from thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;And now out a notebook fall&lt;br /&gt;The paper scraps&lt;br /&gt;Printout arrayed across the floor&lt;br /&gt;And cars arrive in vacant lots;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of feet&lt;br /&gt;On empty blinds and chimney-pots,&lt;br /&gt;And at the corner of the street&lt;br /&gt;The shop opens its doors to coffee smells.&lt;br /&gt;And then the extinguishing of the lamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(October, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This should have been posted months ago. Discovered this dog-eared page in my Drafts folder. Graduate student days are now distant, but night outs for the final push to get the paper out of the door aren't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-3614783301484413793?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3614783301484413793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=3614783301484413793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3614783301484413793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3614783301484413793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/07/prelude-etude.html' title='Prelude Etude'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-3778396028152525320</id><published>2010-07-13T23:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:08:06.291-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Free lunch?</title><content type='html'>Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what's for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;  - Orson Welles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-3778396028152525320?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3778396028152525320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=3778396028152525320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3778396028152525320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3778396028152525320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/07/free-lunch.html' title='Free lunch?'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-5402652006812502329</id><published>2010-06-29T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:13:42.488-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Playlist on the 19th of May from WEMU</title><content type='html'>This was one of the best hours of music on WEMU. Really obscure selections, but they worked so well together. Now, I have to track them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One More Thad's Pad Music Of Thad Jones IPO 11:07:04AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sheryl Bailey With The Three Rivers Jazz Orchestra Carenia A New Promise MCG JAZZ 11:11:53AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suzy Bogguss Chain Lover Sweet Danger LDR 11:21:14AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madeleine Peyroux I'm All Right Half The Perfect World ROUNDER 11:24:03AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steve Cardenas The Horse You Rode In On West Of Middle PALMETTO 11:27:25AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charlie Hunter Ode To My Honda Odyssey Gentlemen, I Neglected To Inform You, You Will Not Be Getting Paid SPIRE ARTISTS MEDIA 11:31:10AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thornetta Davis That's A Pretty Good Love Thornetta Davis Covered Live At The Music Menu LADY T 11:34:56AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ella Fitzgerald With The Duke Ellington Orchestra Cottontail Ella Fitzgerald: The Concert Years (Disc 1) PABLO 11:41:22AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anat Cohen What A Little Moonlight Can Do Clarinetwork: Live At The Village Vanguard ANZIC 11:46:43AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot Club Of Detroit For Stephane It's About That Time MACK AVENUE 11:54:02AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-5402652006812502329?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5402652006812502329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=5402652006812502329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5402652006812502329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5402652006812502329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/06/playlist-on-19th-of-may-from-wemu.html' title='Playlist on the 19th of May from WEMU'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-7434083512699026146</id><published>2010-06-28T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T22:38:47.562-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Underground Gourmet</title><content type='html'>Was at the Subway yesterday, and it was a bit too busy for a Sunday afternoon. Those of your who know me, I feel that I am sinning each time I step into a fast-food joint. According to some of my friends, Subway being healthy does not even count as a 'fast-food' restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing there waiting to order my Veggie delight with 'everything' (why not?) and there was this guy deliberating  over his 'choices'. I found it rather amusing that he had a particular preference of a "Don't want it toasted. Put a few onions, tomatoes, no pickle",  and "Please put some more dressing on the side of the sandwich".  Then the guy after him in the line, was also equally demanding. I was standing there wondering if &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; was doing something wrong ordering everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going to kill me is to see a MacDonald's gourmet. I guess we &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; pick our poison. Me? I'll have everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-7434083512699026146?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7434083512699026146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=7434083512699026146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7434083512699026146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7434083512699026146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/06/underground-gourmet.html' title='Underground Gourmet'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-1165678460260332798</id><published>2010-06-10T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T10:48:44.611-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>Soccer or football?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;It’s called “football” because you KICK THE BALL WITH YOUR FEET.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike American Football WHERE YOU MAINLY THROW THE BALL WITH YOUR HANDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above was a comment made on &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://theworld.org"&gt; The World website&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/a&gt; on the &lt;a href="http://www.theworld.org/2010/06/09/the-language-of-soccer/"&gt;Language of Soccer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans call the English usage of football jargon as snobbery. The English look down on the American-style of soccer lacking finesse and players being just 'hunks of meat'. It does go beyond just the language. It's about a cultural class between Europe and America. A stereotypical European view is to see Americans as loud, lacking taste and dressing badly.  In America, soccer is considered mostly a sport for women. It's no small wonder that the Americans have dominated the women's game. In American, real men play football. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America has a long way to go before it gets being a dominant world power in football, so till that happens I think it's fair to call it football.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-1165678460260332798?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/1165678460260332798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=1165678460260332798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1165678460260332798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1165678460260332798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/06/soccer-or-football.html' title='Soccer or football?'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-6794756223036557691</id><published>2010-06-08T10:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:19:50.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth about cats and dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Humor as a sign of maturity</title><content type='html'>I thought it applied only to individuals, but the Economist extends the view for countries too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Self-deprecating humour is the ultimate sign of emotional and political maturity, just as a rabid prickliness is typically a sign of unresolved complexes about superiority, inferiority, and lack of attention from the outside world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/blogs/easternapproaches/2010/05/europe_view"&gt;From the Economist: Eastern Approaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-6794756223036557691?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/6794756223036557691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=6794756223036557691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/6794756223036557691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/6794756223036557691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/06/humor-as-sign-of-maturity.html' title='Humor as a sign of maturity'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-5678396286176047412</id><published>2010-06-08T09:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T14:16:04.489-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth about cats and dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures</title><content type='html'>I remarked to some of my friends the other day that one of the greatest pleasures in life is to shave with a nice new razor, warm water and lots of foam.  I was told, "I am too easily pleased". Yes, perhaps. Tony Hoagland has news for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/21518"&gt;I Have News For You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see that creamy, lemon-yellow moon?&lt;br /&gt;There are some people, unlike me and you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do not yearn after fame or love or quantities of money as&lt;br /&gt;unattainable as that moon;&lt;br /&gt;thus, they do not later&lt;br /&gt;have to waste more time&lt;br /&gt;defaming the object of their former ardor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or consequently run and crucify themselves&lt;br /&gt;in some solitary midnight Starbucks Golgotha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have news for you—&lt;br /&gt;there are people who get up in the morning and cross a room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and open a window to let the sweet breeze in&lt;br /&gt;and let it touch them all over their faces and bodies.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tony Hoagland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-5678396286176047412?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5678396286176047412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=5678396286176047412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5678396286176047412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5678396286176047412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/06/simples-pleasures.html' title='Simple Pleasures'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-4056169191169519862</id><published>2010-05-19T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:19:38.657-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Why they went</title><content type='html'>from &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/21450"&gt;Why They Went &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Elizabeth Bradfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;that men might learn what the world is like at the spot where the sun does not decline in the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Apsley Cherry-Garrard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;blockquote&gt;That all we had to do was show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun rolled along the horizon. The light never left them.&lt;br /&gt;The air from their warm mouths became diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;And they longed for everything they did not have.&lt;br /&gt;And they came home and longed again.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-4056169191169519862?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/4056169191169519862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=4056169191169519862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/4056169191169519862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/4056169191169519862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-they-went.html' title='Why they went'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-8018990176575838939</id><published>2010-05-18T22:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:30:42.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>The Prime of Mr. Hirak Parikh</title><content type='html'>At exactly 2245 EST, which is 0815 IST, the digits on my clock will flip. No ordinary flip this one. Thirty rotations round the sun to be exact. In a sense it's just another day, right? That was pretty much the whole point of James Joyce's Ulysses (He did take his time to describe it though). The beauty of an ordinary day. Unlike Stephen Daedalus, I am trying to confront the possibility of an extraordinary day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why 30? Technically speaking it's the 30th anniversary, but my 31st birthday (0-based counting rocks!). On some level, it's special, though in terms of other units of time counted it's rather quotidian -&lt;br /&gt;* it is 10,956 days, 15 hours, 45 minutes and 0 seconds or&lt;br /&gt;* 29 years, 11 months, 29 days, 15 hours, 45 minutes&lt;br /&gt;* 946,655,100 seconds&lt;br /&gt;* 15,777,585 minutes&lt;br /&gt;* 262,959 hours (rounded down)&lt;br /&gt;* 1565 weeks (rounded down)&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy: &lt;a href="http://www.timeanddate.com/date/duration.html"&gt;www.timeanddate.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, in term of SI units - another day to celebrate is 1E9 seconds on the planet which is about 31.6887646 years. So, somewhere in February 2012? For most people their billionth second on earth passes by in an instant, without fanfare or even the slightest notice. Given that our lives revolve on the order of days, this  significant moment just passes by. I can take solace in the fact, that I am not that old, yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still 30 is unique not because it signals the end of the 20s, or the end of my salad days, but for a curious fact that '30' is the largest possible product of first few consecutive primes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;1x&lt;/strike&gt;2x3x5=30.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next possible combination is &lt;strike&gt;1x&lt;/strike&gt;2x3x5x7=210 which seems out of the realm of human longevity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take this as divine sign from the God of Numbers that this year is the prime(s) of my life. So the  BIG '3 and 0' is really an important marker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 20s, Welcome Hirak 3.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: More grey hair&lt;br /&gt;Good news: We are out of beta. Way, way out of beta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-8018990176575838939?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/8018990176575838939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=8018990176575838939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/8018990176575838939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/8018990176575838939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/05/prime-of-mr-hirak-parikh.html' title='The Prime of Mr. Hirak Parikh'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-1281585923893059524</id><published>2010-05-03T08:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T00:20:51.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Slowing Time</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/21421"&gt;ee cumming's 9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;there are so many tictoc&lt;br /&gt;clocks everywhere telling people&lt;br /&gt;what toctic time it is for&lt;br /&gt;tictic instance five toc minutes toc&lt;br /&gt;past six tic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top of a Monday morning and I get this poem in my inbox. Like most ee cummings (with him one is never quite sure of the orthography) poems, the real subject of the poem is always something else. Words and kisses are inserted like punctuation marks, making us re-read the lines again. Time slows. The tics and tocs in our head slow down. Then after reading the poem a third time it all makes sense: Who speaks in full sentences while kissing? And doesn't time slow down when you kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;because tic clocks toc don't make&lt;br /&gt;a toctic difference&lt;br /&gt;to kisskiss you and to &lt;br /&gt;kiss me&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-1281585923893059524?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/1281585923893059524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=1281585923893059524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1281585923893059524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1281585923893059524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/05/slowing-time.html' title='Slowing Time'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-1299850677928925143</id><published>2010-04-23T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:46:50.691-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordplay'/><title type='text'>On using unusual words</title><content type='html'>From an article dating back to 1986.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/books/00/07/16/specials/buckley-bigwords.html"&gt;William F. Buckley on big words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote this in response an editor's reasoning for his use of big words&lt;br /&gt;I thought you use foreign words and phrases in your column because (1) you like to show off, and (2) you take delight in irritating people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reasoning is somewhat specious, but I have to hand it to him for a wonderful analogy. Augmented C 11th with a raised 9th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But why should a syndicated columnist use the word? I can hear Mr. Williams re-asking. Well, not, really, just to show off - one doesn't ''show off'' one's workaday equipment. You see, that word, and a hundred or so others, are a part of my working vocabulary, even as a C augmented 11th chord with a raised 9th can be said to be an operative resource of the performing jazz pianist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we now closing in on the question, by using the exclusivist word, ''performing?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in a way we are, I suppose. Because just as the discriminating ear greets gladly the C augmented 11th when just the right harmonic moment has come for it, so the fastidious eye encounters happily the word that says exactly what the writer wished not only said but conveyed, the writer here defined as a performing writer sensitive to cadence, variety, marksmanship, accent, nuance and drama. WHAT of the reader who misses the refinement? Well, what of the listener deaf to the special reach of the C augmented 11th?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reader has the usual choices: he can ignore the word; attempt, from the context, to divine its meaning precisely or roughly (not hard, in the narrative above, on Professor Weiss's liberal politics); or he can look it up. Are these alternatives an imposition? Yes, if the newspaper's feature that day is on how to treat a rattlesnake bite. You would not instruct the reader to fight the poison a outrance.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-1299850677928925143?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/1299850677928925143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=1299850677928925143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1299850677928925143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1299850677928925143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-using-unusual-words.html' title='On using unusual words'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-6637884074117639073</id><published>2010-04-23T12:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T12:21:20.631-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Burning bridges</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.&lt;br /&gt;  - Tom Stoppard&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-6637884074117639073?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/6637884074117639073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=6637884074117639073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/6637884074117639073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/6637884074117639073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/04/burning-bridges.html' title='Burning bridges'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-930309394306501492</id><published>2010-04-13T10:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:36:51.280-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Where turkeys in Turkey come from</title><content type='html'>In Elif Batuman's article on a Turkish chef who is reviving authentic Turkish cuisine I came across a seemingly unbelievable fact:&lt;b&gt;In Turkey, a turkey is called 'hindi'.&lt;/b&gt; These birds are quite a part of Turkish culinary culture and they are usually eaten on New Year's eve. Much like in France you don't order French fries but &lt;i&gt;pommes frites&lt;/i&gt;, I did suspect that in Turkey they don't call the turkey 'turkey'. But 'hindi'?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing how maddening it is to hear the confusion between Hindu and Hindi, I suspected for a moment that the Turks meant something else.  I had this checked with my Turkish friend. This was her response:&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hindistan is the name of the country India in Turkish! And the name of the bird does actually come from the name of the country, as the latter used the be called “the bird from India” or something like that. The word Hindi, however, is no longer used to refer to Indians (perhaps because of its use as a bird name). Now we have the word Hintli, which means “Indian”. So hindi is only part of the name of the country today. "&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, turkeys are from India or thought to be so by the Turks at least. I really doubt that I ever saw a turkey in India and, if my memory serves me right, Salim Ali's masterwork &lt;i&gt;The Book of Indian Birds&lt;/i&gt;" has no mention of turkeys of any kind (but this I need to check). So, if turkeys are not from Turkey, and unlikely to be from India, where is this bird from? The Wikipedia article is not terribly clear on the Turkey-India connection to the etymology either(I checked). The article seemed to suggest a perverse perpetration of the mistaken Columbian idea that America was really India. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If indeed the turkey is from India then  this goes in way of things that the lands in the Middle East get credit for the things that we, the people of India really should. The kinda of logic that led to OUR numbers being called Arabic numbers, and that Gypsies are from India and not Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I would prefer calling the turkey a 'turkey' and not a 'hindi'. It's a battle well lost than won. Imagine Thanksgiving and people here trying to roast a 'hindu'? No, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:&lt;a href="https://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=97541602"&gt; NPR Story: Why A Turkey Is Called A Turkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And just to keep this ball rolling…all over the world, people now can eat American Turkeys, but they don't call them Turkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across Arabia, they call our bird "diiq Hindi," or the "Indian rooster."&lt;br /&gt;In Russia, it's "Indjushka," bird of India.&lt;br /&gt;In Poland, "Inyczka"— again "bird from India."&lt;br /&gt;And what, we wondered, do the Turks call our turkey?&lt;br /&gt;Well, they call it "Hindi," again, short for India.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not the Turks, but anyone East of the Indus. Mis-labeling of food. An age-old practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-930309394306501492?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/930309394306501492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=930309394306501492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/930309394306501492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/930309394306501492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-turkeys-in-turkey-come-from.html' title='Where turkeys in Turkey come from'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-6699400443596372791</id><published>2010-04-10T21:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:04:27.884-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libraries'/><title type='text'>Judgement</title><content type='html'>A few years ago, the Ann Arbor District Library (AADL) installed automatic check-out machines that scan the barcode, demagnetize your books, inform you about your holds. They have six of these machines and there is no waiting at the checkout desk.  The only reason to go to the desk is to pay fines in cash, or for some other unusual request. For almost all transactions, you don't really have to talk to any librarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This system has another benefit other than efficiency and speed, an unintended consequence that I wouldn't have realised until I met this girl at a party. She said,&lt;br /&gt;"I really like the AADL system. Now, I can check out books that I am embarrassed to check out in front of a real person".&lt;br /&gt;"Are these dirty books or something?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no, no! These are just what my brother calls trashy mystery novels. I feel now I can check them out without being judged."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who don't read and those who do. Any two non-readers are more alike, than any two readers. There is the John Grisham reader and a reader of Kafka and Murakami. High-brow, low-brow and a sometimes a mix of both. I (like others) always sneak a peak at people in the queue and their book choices and attempt to form some sort of opinion of them. "Oh! so you are &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; kind of person who reads ABC and hence you must XYZ". And yes, it is true librarians DO look at your book choices. I have many an interesting discussion at the checkout desk. I guess they are polite enough to keep their mouths shut in case they disagree with your choice of reading material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just checked out a whole bunch of books" the girl said with a huge smile on her face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she could read what she wanted to, the judgement of others is suspended. Anonymity allows us sometimes to be what we are not, and sometimes it helps us be who we really are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-6699400443596372791?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/6699400443596372791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=6699400443596372791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/6699400443596372791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/6699400443596372791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/04/judgement.html' title='Judgement'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-3806752351995433607</id><published>2010-04-02T12:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T12:22:11.853-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=125352356"&gt;NPR: Woods Nears Crucible of Masters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Superintelligent people can't be good athletes," Coach McGuire said. "They're too aware."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there is one thing we have learned about Woods, it is what little awareness he possesses — otherwise, please, sir, explain all those guileless text messages. Rusty he may be at Augusta, but why should we think self-consciousness will hinder him? &lt;/blockquote&gt;When we think of great athletes we think of determination, dedication and focus. The greatest among the great are the ones who can shut everything out, banish the yips, and make the clutch shots. The greatest perform their best under the greatest pressure. They come up the impossible strokes, shots, kicks, and putts in improbably ways that puts rest any doubts to their genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Surowiecki  in the New Yorker(&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/talk/financial/2009/12/21/091221ta_talk_surowiecki"&gt;Branded a Cheat&lt;/a&gt;) pointed out a subtler difference in the case of Tiger Woods as compared to troubles of Kobe Bryant and Alex Rodriguez. He writes, "Woods’s appeal was based, ultimately, not on his physical abilities but on his mental toughness, his extraordinary capacity for focus and discipline". No wonder consulting companies like Accenture wanted Woods to endorse their brand. Woods might have tougher time in his second act because his lack of responsibility contradicts his greatest perceived gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there may be ups and downs in financial incentives for Tiger, the fact still remains that the public is  hungry for more of Tiger Woods on the golf course. For his part, Tiger knows nothing better than how to hit a golf ball. There are so questions on how he will perform in light of all these scandals. I think it will not make any difference. The greatest can compartmentalize things and focus to a degree that we cannot imagine. Clearly, they aren't the deepest thinkers or the most reflective people. Such a quality hinders the ability to brush off a bad putt, or a missed stroke to affect subsequent plays. I am positive that the moment that Tiger lines up his shot on the first hole in Augusta, that's all he's going to be thinking of.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the hoopla is created for our entertainment cause we think so much. And because we think so much we end up in the stands applauding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NPR story ended thus:&lt;blockquote&gt;With celebrities — which is what athletes have become — sex is just so noisy now, and for us, in this culture, no matter how many more championships Woods wins, he'll always remain, in the fullest sense of the phrase, a sex symbol.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-3806752351995433607?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3806752351995433607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=3806752351995433607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3806752351995433607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3806752351995433607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/04/awareness.html' title='Awareness'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-1814402325585981471</id><published>2010-03-07T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:37:18.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Sagrada Familia Collage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UV-sZjiurK0/S5QAbew6GWI/AAAAAAAAAyc/EFjYt3ZToLw/s1600-h/La+Sagrada+Familia.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UV-sZjiurK0/S5QAbew6GWI/AAAAAAAAAyc/EFjYt3ZToLw/s400/La+Sagrada+Familia.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-1814402325585981471?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/1814402325585981471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=1814402325585981471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1814402325585981471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1814402325585981471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/03/la-sagrada-familia-collage.html' title='La Sagrada Familia Collage'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UV-sZjiurK0/S5QAbew6GWI/AAAAAAAAAyc/EFjYt3ZToLw/s72-c/La+Sagrada+Familia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-7622097789257269151</id><published>2010-01-02T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:01:21.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap wisdom'/><title type='text'>Wrong Time to..</title><content type='html'>There is a story written by Mark Twain about how he once met an assessor. He started telling the man about his salary, first modestly and then more boastfully. The man happened to be an income-tax assessor and  Twain's boasts actually ended up costing him more in taxes than in the admiration of the man at the end of their conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up talking about my raise in salary, in the most non-specific and vague terms in context of something else in front of some friends. No numbers or details were mentioned except that it had increased. You can do that in front of friends, but NEVER in front of a car dealer (even if that person is the friend's mother). She picked up on that tiny detail like a hound picks a scent and started selling me a car.  In the span of 30 seconds, the mother who was narrating ski stories of her children went into total business mode. It was surprising and extremely funny to see the transformation. I was eligible for this discount and that and it would only cost me a few hundred a month, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell her  that I was not a car guy, and I was not even looking to get a new one. No amount of discounts or features would convince me to consider her deals. It didn't seem to work. What saved me from her advances was something that I thought wouldn't count as a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me, "What do you drive now?"&lt;br /&gt;"I drive a silver-grey Honda Civic."&lt;br /&gt;She grew suddenly quiet after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you say speaks as loudly as the fact that you have a Honda, a Civic and which is silver-grey. This simple fact can totally convince a car dealer that you are NOT a car guy! You treat a car as a reliable means of transportation and there is no point wasting breath trying to sell a Cadillac! Yeah, she was trying  to sell me a Cadillac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-7622097789257269151?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7622097789257269151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=7622097789257269151' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7622097789257269151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7622097789257269151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrong-time-to.html' title='Wrong Time to..'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-3421545468256393076</id><published>2009-11-09T17:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:49:41.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Beatles Complete</title><content type='html'>I am one for epic quests. We celebrated &lt;a href="http://marzullohead.blogspot.com"&gt;Tim Marzullo's&lt;/a&gt; 30th birthday this past Friday by playing Beatles Rockband. Tim is another for epic quests and adventures and instead of randomly picking songs, he decided that we were going to play all the songs, album by album in chronological order. After toasting to some fine Sonoma Merlot, we began to play at around eight in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced to the Beatles by my first guitar teacher at the age of 13. One day, after he had been teaching us for a few months he asked my brother and me if we listened to the Beatles. We both shook our heads and said that we never heard of them, much less listened to the songs about the Beatles. He made no response and the look on his face was beyond shock. That anyone would be so ignorant about the greatest band ever was a sort of cosmic error that needed to be immediately rectified. I think he came the very next day to drop a compilation album and either it was my brother or I who asked, "Are they pretty good?". All he said was, "Listen" and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that the first song on Side A was "Love Me Do". The wonderful and loud harmonica intro followed by three thumps on the drums and Lennon-McCartney singing "love, love  me do" in unison. I was hooked. I listened to the whole album without a break and I wondered what was I thinking not to have checked them out before. They were awesome! This was the time when most people (including myself) were listening to Bryan Adams. It was that and learning to play an instrument that really got me started into collecting and listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that point, I wandered forward and backward in time. My head literally exploded in the next year with all the sounds of the 60s and 70s. Everyone starts their musical exploration at some starting point, a place which is sooner or later forgotten. My starting point has been the Beatles, which has remained as a sort of a center which I return to no matter how far I travel. Every time when I return to them I always find something new and interesting that increases my appreciation for their genius.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockband and Guitar Hero dumb down of the effort required to play a real instrument (&lt;a href="http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-real-guitar-hero-please-stand-up.html"&gt;See old post&lt;/a&gt;). Does this inspire people to really take up learning to play? or is it a cop-out from actually learning one. For a party game, Rockband is great. The simplicity does make it inclusive and levels the playing field for musicians and non-musicians. My own experience of listening to some of the songs that I had not heard before, or not listened to very carefully, made me want to go back and learn to play them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got done at one in the morning. We had made it through every single one of the 45 Beatles Rockband songs and number of bottles of beer and wine. It has inspired another epic quest: to listen to all the Beatles albums in chronological order starting from Please Please Me (1963) through Let It Be (1970).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Beatles fans often declare allegiance to either the McCartney-is-better camp  or Lennon-is-better camp. That is indeed silly. What I do wish is that the under-appreciated songwriting skills of Ringo Starr are given a nod. I absolutely loved this song, it got stuck in my head over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cgPqmRNjoTE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cgPqmRNjoTE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-3421545468256393076?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3421545468256393076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=3421545468256393076' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3421545468256393076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3421545468256393076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/11/beatles-complete.html' title='The Beatles Complete'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-4441330064348538971</id><published>2009-10-24T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:57:45.644-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth about cats and dogs'/><title type='text'>For a Dollar more</title><content type='html'>It was pouring all day and I decided to do the unholiest of unholies which is to drive to work. I got there, parked and then made my way to the parking meter and decided to pay. The meter maids in Ann Arbor are pretty diligent about dishing out the parking tickets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the parking meter some people needed help. They did not know how the machine worked. It takes credit cards and cash and has a bunch of options. I was glad to help. In the meantime, more people showed up and were waiting behind me which included my advisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn, as I never have cash I had no option but to use my credit card.  The machine just would not accept my credit card and like most places won't take American Express (there go my Delta skymiles). I tried this three times and the machine would not obey my commands. Given my masterful support performance a few minutes earlier, people in line knew that I was no newbie at the machine. It truly did not work. I said loudly, " Damn, this machine won't work. I have no cash". Then the girl behind me asked me, "Do you need a dollar?". That was pretty embarrassing. I said thanks and said that I would prefer to borrow the dollar from my advisor who was in line behind her.  I was thinking that borrowing a dollar from someone I know is better than from a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advisor Daryl pulled out  dollar and responded with a priceless remark.&lt;br /&gt;"I have been supporting this guy for years. What's a dollar more?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-4441330064348538971?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/4441330064348538971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=4441330064348538971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/4441330064348538971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/4441330064348538971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-dollar-more.html' title='For a Dollar more'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-1157718416753839593</id><published>2009-09-07T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:52:21.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Quiz master for the week</title><content type='html'>Dinesh Krithivasan has done a stellar job for over 300+ questions, posting one almost every day  on the U M Quizblog: &lt;a href="http://umqc.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://umqc.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. While he recharges his batteries, I will be running the questions for a week or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Googling is encouraged (though I doubt where it will get you for today's question). It's a homage to quizzing in an oblique way. For those who worked out the answer already - you know what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-1157718416753839593?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/1157718416753839593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=1157718416753839593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1157718416753839593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1157718416753839593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/09/quiz-master-for-week.html' title='Quiz master for the week'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-679902567687084098</id><published>2009-09-02T12:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:36:28.644-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Pew Science Quiz</title><content type='html'>Excellent post by &lt;a href="http://raghumk.blogspot.com/2009/08/ground-beneth-ivory-towers.html"&gt;Raghu K.&lt;/a&gt; on the  results of the Pew Science quiz. He wrote a longer article in the &lt;a href="http://www.michigandaily.com/content/2009-08-03/viewpoint-ground-beneath-ivory-towers"&gt;Michigan Daily&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;Among the scientists polled, 87 percent think evolution is true and 84 percent agree that human activity is the cause of global warming, whereas the corresponding numbers among the public are 32 and 49, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surveys like the Pew study are useful in alerting us to differences in opinion between scientists and the public, especially on scientific issues. It’s crucial that these divides be bridged to improve the quality of debate on social issues.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I took the &lt;a href="http://pewresearch.org/sciencequiz/"&gt;Pew Science Quiz&lt;/a&gt; and got all the questions right(wipes brow an breathes sign of relief!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-679902567687084098?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/679902567687084098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=679902567687084098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/679902567687084098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/679902567687084098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/09/pew-science-quiz.html' title='Pew Science Quiz'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-4085010595186718497</id><published>2009-08-31T15:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:10:23.122-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peeves'/><title type='text'>Yes, Word was and still is with God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it."   John 1:1-5&lt;/blockquote&gt;MS Word crashed about half a dozen times and it really put the Apostle John's quote in perspective for me. Everyone knows MS products are crap. Of course the worst among them has to  be MS Word. I learned my lesson a few years ago and stopped using Word for anything longer than 2 pages. LATEX combined with WinEdt works splendidly and I have written  most of my work using it. The real advantage is that it has never crashed and thus I have never had to scream in frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have nice things to say about Notepad which I do use frequently and it is perfectly adequate for most things. Microsoft, as my friend put it, is not a software company, but  a standards company. You use it not because it is good, but because everyone else uses it. For the millions out there, if the damn thing crashes, you know MS WORD is still with God. Only he knows its mysterious ways. For the rest of us it's CTRL-ALT-DEL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-4085010595186718497?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/4085010595186718497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=4085010595186718497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/4085010595186718497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/4085010595186718497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-word-was-with-god.html' title='Yes, Word was and still is with God.'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-3305255681141568939</id><published>2009-08-30T18:35:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:03:27.620-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Pounce and Bounce</title><content type='html'>A veteran quizzer once told me that quizzing was not so much about knowing stuff, but was more about entertainment and having fun. I disagreed at that point thinking that such a remark was an act of high treason. Over the years, I have realised that quizzing is not a knowledge test. If it were so then quizzes would be like exams - timed and written. A written and timed test is the fairest way to judge who knows the most. All teams get the same questions, no question of order or luck. The team/person that got the highest number of correct answers would walk home with the prize. That's not the point, is it? The point &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, people have obsessed over the best format that minimizes luck and ensures that the team that knows the most (read: best) wins. Quizzing innovations is an activity which has almost become a kind of cottage industry among quizzers with time on their hands. I am about to add more to that body of literature. That being said IMHO, my experience suggests that there is no  point looking for the Holy Grail of a perfect format. A good quiz depends on ensuring three simple things in order of importance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) The format should be the 'modified infinite bounds with a midway reversal'.&lt;br /&gt;All questions have equal points, the next question to the team to the left/right of the team that answered it. If the question is unanswered then the original teams gets the next question. Order reverses halfway during the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) A long quiz.&lt;br /&gt;I think for 5-6 teams there should be at least &gt;40 questions. A factor of 10 is ideal. Even the old system of rounds with pass-direct questions (full points for direct, and half for a pass question) would be okay provided the quiz was long enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Questions, questions, questions.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest evil is not the format, or the order, or marking scheme -- but bad questions. If questions are set correctly, spread over different topics evenly,  and are of similar difficulty then the quiz will be fair and the best team 'should' win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In practice, luck and order does play somewhat of a role even in the modified infinite bounds format, though b) should take care of it to some extent. The critical issue is to normalize  questions in some fashion. Why normalize? Each quizmaster (QM) has his/her own personal strength (read: fetish) and quizzes as a result tend towards personal idiosyncrasies. The good QM is diligent about this and goes about setting questions keeping in mind those biases (knowing the QM and his/her strengths can help you work out the answer, cause you can guess what he/she knows, and how he/she sets questions). One way to do it, as is usually done for big quizzes, is to have two or more question-setters with divergent interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the best intentions of the QM(s): all questions are not equal, some are more equal than others. A QM may think that a question is reasonably difficult, but may turn out to be a sitter. On the other hand, some questions are way too tough and end up being unanswered. Personally, if more than 10-15% of questions end up this way then the QM did a bad job. You cannot go about an weigh each question for difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other aspect is that there should be some drama, some element of excitement in a quiz. I am a fan of 'buzzer-rounds' which have fallen out of favour in recent times. It provided that adrenalin-rush and rewarded quick recall and reflexes which are sadly missing from the current slow-cooking style. The current trend is away from the fireworks and some quizzes have written components at the start. This is bad, bad, bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short. I tried out two innovations at the &lt;a href="www.umich.edu/~quizclub"&gt; quizclub&lt;/a&gt;. Each team was given two wildcards to allow them to Pounce or Bounce a question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pounce: You can attempt a question out of turn. The team has to write down the question or tell the quizmaster before the question is attempted by any of the other teams in regular fashion. There are no negatives and a correct answer get full points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bounce: You can bounce a question to the team of your choice. If team doesn't answer it correctly they get -(full points), and if they do answer it correctly they get the full points. Regardless of the outcome, the team bouncing gets the next question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rationale behind the Pounce rule was to ensure that sitters can attempted by all. In the past, with great difficulty I have resisted urges to destroy the chair I was sitting on, or strangling the person who smirks when handed a sitter as a direct while I was left wringing my hands in despair. Often, close quizzes are decided on the basis of which team got slightly easier questions. This is where the  Pounce comes in. Jump in on question out-of-queue. Grab a sitter. Of course, a team can misjudge the opponents knowledge and would end up with the question in the regular course of  events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rationale behind the Bounce rule is to induce some excitement and additionally serves as a handicap for the obviously better team(s). There are always going to be a few questions that seem so unreasonable and tough that no one can answer them and a weaker team can either direct it towards the strongest team, or to their closest rival to level the playing field. Of course, if a team is really good and they can actually answer the question that seemed 'too tough' then all the better for them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innovations in practice:&lt;br /&gt;This weekend when I tried these out and found the results mixed. No one team used the Bounce rule. They all played too nice, perhaps fearing retribution. The Pounce rule was used by all teams to good effect. Only once out of six times did a team not answer the question correctly. In all six cases, the team would not have got the question in the regular order and judged the moment of 'pouncing' correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the casual Saturday quiz and not the best testing ground when there were only three teams and no one was too worried about winning or losing as there was nothing at stake. I curious to see how this works out in a longer, larger quiz more at stake. These rules do favour teams that can fake emotions of knowing or not knowing answers depending on the situation. A tight quiz can almost be like a poker game. &lt;br /&gt;You can sometimes work out the answer being seeing who knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;See analysis of the Infinite Bounds on the &lt;a href="http://notesandstones.blogspot.com/search/label/theory"&gt; BCQC blog &lt;/a&gt; that waxes philosophical on this topic. Looking for the link to a list of the more innovative formats proposed. Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross-listed on BCQC's &lt;a href="http://notesandstones.blogspot.com/2009/09/pounce-and-bounce.html"&gt;quiz blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-3305255681141568939?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3305255681141568939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=3305255681141568939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3305255681141568939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3305255681141568939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/08/pounce-and-bounce.html' title='Pounce and Bounce'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-7086033257359036657</id><published>2009-08-11T10:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:59:16.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap wisdom'/><title type='text'>The wise man</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Every man is wise when attacked by a mad dog; fewer when pursued by a mad woman; only the wisest survive when attacked by a mad notion.&lt;br /&gt;-Robertson Davies&lt;/blockquote&gt;This quote was too long for twitter which is the ideal sort of thing for this kind of stuff. Cutting the quote into two tweets would not be fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful insight. A mad notion is more dangerous than being chased by a mad woman - I can buy that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-7086033257359036657?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7086033257359036657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=7086033257359036657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7086033257359036657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7086033257359036657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/08/wise-man.html' title='The wise man'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-1421841548813556963</id><published>2009-08-01T22:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T01:13:41.279-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Party Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't like people. Which is why I don't understand racism. Of all the things that you could hate someone for, you are going to go with 'color'?&lt;br /&gt;-Shalom Auslander (quoted approximately) in today's episode of &lt;a href="http://thislife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?episode=362"&gt;This American Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Unlike Mr. Auslander (interesting name for a misanthrope!), I do like people. Usually it's hard for me to shut up up at parties, but occasionally I do listen and it's just as much fun. Of course, at parties where people know only a few other people, everyone is being very nice and polite to each other. It's supposedly called the 'cocktail party' syndrome. Though, I think that actually having cocktails would loosen a few tongues. Since this party was a high school graduation party, coupled with the fact that it was for an Indian kid, the alcohol was securely locked up. In any case, Indians are not so much into drinking as they are into eating. There was good food and plenty of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;It's always too late when you realize how good you really had it. I was trying to pass myself off as a student and heaping more food onto my plate when someone blew my cover. Suddenly, I had to stop eating and say something intelligent. I surprised myself, given the short notice, that I managed to say something a few profound sentences, throw some technical terms and then went back to my eating. &lt;b&gt;Personal Rule&lt;/b&gt; Never, never disclose your dissertation title or topic voluntarily. No one is that interested. The only people who ask you about your PhD topic are the ones who have similar degrees themselves, or are potential aspirants for one. The rest of humanity screams, "You didn't have to. You had me at Dr.?" The biggest bummer has been to lose my 'student' status. Suddenly, prices for conferences, movies, museums, and even the gym have gone up. You are expected to 'grow up', start wearing nice clothes, and stop pretending to be a starving student. Paradise Lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Cricket has a slight emasculating quality that does not really qualify it as a sport, IMHO. I enjoyed cricket and played it often. It's really impossible to avoid. My style of batting was 'hit out or get out' and thus extremely suicidal. I almost always got out being caught off a mis-hit, never bowled. There were a few times that I was run-out and it was because of some turd of a person at the other end who wouldn't risk it. I stopped following cricket after I got here. There are ways and means to play and follow cricket, but the sport did not have that sort of attraction for me that I would bother waking up at odd hours, or attempt to download some obscure software to watch bootlegs. Now an Indian not showing adequate enthusiasm for cricket are possible grounds for loss of citizenship, or at least the love of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk at the party was mercifully not about cricket (which I didn't know anything about), but about Indian politics.  Like cricket, this interest was also abandoned after I landed in  Columbia, a.k.a. the home of the brave and free. It seemed rather peculiar that Indian expats love to talk about Indian politics even after embracing American citizenship. At this party, I did not hear American or even world politics being discussed at all. It seems odd that while most Indians vote Democrat, their visions and views of Indian politics and policy are so much like the Republican agenda. It is bewildering to keep track of the sudden shifts and current math of coalition politics. Given my lack on interest in Indian cricket or politics, I am one strike away from losing my status as an Indian citizen. I am wondering what's gonna be the third strike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-1421841548813556963?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/1421841548813556963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=1421841548813556963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1421841548813556963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1421841548813556963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/08/party-politics.html' title='Party Politics'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-4633504403951247403</id><published>2009-07-29T14:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:29:09.451-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink'/><title type='text'>We are not in Vienna, anymore Dorothy!</title><content type='html'>The abuse is finally showing. My body has been lately rebelling against coffee and I have to limit my intake to one cup a day. Oddly, the un(in)dependence from coffee has coincided with my graduating. Having switched to tea as the post-prandial drink of choice, I bravely discover the brand new world of tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from region of origin, coffee is mostly coffee. The variety in coffee drinks comes from the method of combination and preparation. The basic tea leaf comes in more varieties than coffee. If you manage to stumble into one of the specialized tea houses like (eg: &lt;a href="http://www.argotea.com/"&gt;Argo tea&lt;/a&gt;) your problem won't be deciding between a grande or venti, but in deciding whether you want to have the South American matte or hibiscus tea. The choices are bewildering and it takes a while to develop a taste for the more exotic varieties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks, the bellwether of the coffee industry, has recently reported to indulge in some &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=107006775"&gt;stealthy, sneaky practices&lt;/a&gt;. In my opinion it's not so much the local coffee shop, but public tastes have shifted to tea. Coffee shops aren't as hip as they used to be.  My own anecdotal observation supports more new tea-houses in Ann Arbor than coffee shops. The self-respecting hipster would rather be caught drinking tea than sipping a latte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, drinking tea from a bag is quicker and less messier than brewing coffee, especially an espresso shot. Of course, the right way to make tea is to brew it fresh with tea leaves and not use tea-bags. I treat this as coffee rehab, so nothing fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year's trend: lemonade and energy-drink bars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-4633504403951247403?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/4633504403951247403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=4633504403951247403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/4633504403951247403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/4633504403951247403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-are-not-in-vienna-anymore-dorothy.html' title='We are not in Vienna, anymore Dorothy!'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-601628049798709280</id><published>2009-07-21T19:09:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:37:24.713-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Classical Convention</title><content type='html'>Today's issue of the BBC magazine describes proper clapping etiquette:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/8160543.stm"&gt;To Clap or Not To Clap&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;At a rock concert it is considered acceptable to applaud like a maniac, whoop, holler, punch the air, and even shout "rock 'n' roll" at the end of every song, should you see fit. But this is not the case in the world of classical music. You will find aficionados who sneer at "those people who clap after every movement". And the Time Out listing magazine's classical editor Jonathan Lennie has caused a minor kerfuffle in this rarefied world by going one step further and criticising those people who clap the microsecond a concert is over. In an open letter to the "Loud Clapping Man Who Sits Behind Me At Concerts", Lennie wrote: "Having sat through a long and profound work, why do you have to start making a racket as soon as you perceive it to be over?"&lt;br /&gt;... He insists that for some sombre pieces, a period of dignified silence after the last note is played is essential to appreciation. &lt;/blockquote&gt; These conventions have been around for a while and as Alex Ross points out(&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/musical/2008/09/08/080908crmu_music_ross"&gt;New Yorker article&lt;/a&gt;) most of these conventions are bourgeois inventions. They made classical music such a class act in the middle of the 19th century. He quotes James Johnson’s “Listening in Paris,”  describing a typical night at the Paris Opéra in the years before the French Revolution:&lt;blockquote&gt; While most were in their places by the end of the first act, the continuous movement and low din of conversation never really stopped. Lackeys and young bachelors milled about in the crowded and often boisterous parterre, the floor-level pit to which only men were admitted. Princes of the blood and dukes visited among themselves in the highly visible first-row boxes. Worldly abbés chatted happily with ladies in jewels on the second level, occasionally earning indecent shouts from the parterre when their conversation turned too cordial. And lovers sought the dim heights of the third balcony—the paradise—away from the probing lorgnettes.&lt;/blockquote&gt; He further writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In other words, the opera served mainly as a playground for the aristocracy. The nobles often possessed considerable musical knowledge, but they refrained from paying overt attention to what the musicians were doing. Indeed, silent listening in the modern sense was deemed déclassé. Johnson quotes a nobleman writing, “There is nothing so damnable as listening to a work like a street merchant or some provincial just off the boat.”&lt;/blockquote&gt; And to think of all that clamor about clapping at the right moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-601628049798709280?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/601628049798709280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=601628049798709280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/601628049798709280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/601628049798709280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/07/classical-convention.html' title='Classical Convention'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-3590438659259628273</id><published>2009-07-20T10:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:38:24.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peeves'/><title type='text'>Novel Use of Cap and Trade</title><content type='html'>After this morning's 9am weekly lab meeting, I think it's time to adopt the 'cap and trade' idea used for carbon credits to discussions and questions during lab meetings. The idea occurred to me as someone droned on  and on for the umpteenth time with impunity. There are always people who fear too silence, especially their own, during a meeting. They feel obliged to say something no matter how irrelevant or tangential it may be to the question at hand. Then there are those who take an unbearably long time to report on their activities of the past week. The 3-minute timer in their heads never goes off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put forth a Cap and Trade Meeting format for all the efficient managers of meetings everywhere. Assuming a lab group of 12 people, we start off with everyone getting 3 questions and 5 minutes of talking time. If you feel obliged to say more or cannot control your natural enthusiasm then you have to buy 'talking time' from someone who would rather be quiet. The currency of exchange can be money, or even something arbitrary, or more useful (as in the case of the present author) a mug of coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This balances fairness and freedom. You can't really avoid the noise polluters from polluting but it does provide an incentive to talk less and talk more sense as a consequence. The wonderful aspect is that perhaps there will be a time when no once wants to say a single word and everyone preserves their &lt;i&gt;talk time&lt;/i&gt;. Ah! then that silence will be so golden. It will be a Zen moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-3590438659259628273?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3590438659259628273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=3590438659259628273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3590438659259628273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3590438659259628273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/07/novel-use-of-cap-and-trade.html' title='Novel Use of Cap and Trade'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-11401996244282879</id><published>2009-07-14T16:40:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:27:41.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Outliers - Old Wine in a New Bottle</title><content type='html'>Malcolm Gladwell has a gift for sticky phraselogy, and why not? he wrote an entire book on it. His first book &lt;i&gt;The Tipping Point&lt;/i&gt; made 'stickiness' a new buzzword. If his first book was about how things/ideas manage to cross a threshold after which there is no looking back, his latest book &lt;i&gt;Outliers&lt;/i&gt; is about success itself. He looks at the fundamental reasons for success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have time to read through the 300 pages of the book, don't be alarmed. It has chiefly four points. To be successful you need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) To work hard (&gt;10,000 hours at something).&lt;br /&gt;2) To be at the right place at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;3) To be only above average smart, but not a genius.&lt;br /&gt;4) To leverage or adjust your cultural advantage/ disadvantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the above are anything but conventional wisdom. Yet, the book is an interesting read only because Gladwell is so incredibly gifted at paraphrasing the obvious and coming up with interesting examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10,000 hour rule at first seemed a very good quantification of expertise, but then you realise that it's fairly obvious. A PhD takes about 10,000 hours of work (5 years x 50 weeks/year x 40 hrs/week), and about the same amount of time if you combined an undergrad +  master's degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once armed with the right stuff, we all know we have to also  be located at correct spot in space and time to even have a chance to grab the opportunity when it comes knocking. It's an interesting observation that being born around 1955 was a good thing for Jobs, Gates, and others as it enabled them to jump into the PC revolution. Ultimately, is this really useful? We are simply unaware what skills will be valuable in 20 years that we can prepare. It's mostly just dumb luck to a large extent that some people come out on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that to simply be smart is not enough. This reminds me of Richard Feynman, reported to have an  IQ of 124 (just above average), who joked that winning a Nobel prize was no big deal, but to do that with an average IQ of 124, now that was genius! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to waste any more ink on cultural environment and the important role that it plays in eventual success. Sometimes it makes me guilty to think about my own accident of birth. There was at least one kid running around begging for a meal, who if he had half my advantages while growing up, would have done twice as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of Gladwell's work is good journalism, but he often falls short of good science. The most astounding leap that he makes is to draw the conclusion that rice farming teaches patience that makes Asians better at math since it teaches persistence and attention to detail. There is something to be said about language and how Asian languages are more calculation-friendly in terms of syntax. But, mathematics is not just merely arithmetic. Even if we consider calculation efficiency as an indicator of math skills, it would be interesting to show that American-born Asians who don't speak their mother tongues are somehow worse at math than their Asian counterparts who do. Indian languages are perhaps syntactically worse as we have more unique words for numbers than English, yet we are pretty good calculators. Why? A quick reason is that we have large families and children have to learn to add and count fast. I dislike these 'gee-whiz' sort of explanations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-11401996244282879?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/11401996244282879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=11401996244282879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/11401996244282879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/11401996244282879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/07/outliers-old-wine-in-new-bottle.html' title='Outliers - Old Wine in a New Bottle'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-3578143591982432495</id><published>2009-06-21T12:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:50:57.710-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Not much love</title><content type='html'>The local independent bookstore in Ann Arbor - Shaman Drum is closing down and is selling everything at a 35% discount (really 35%, not just  'up to 35%'!). I went there last week and it was a like a a garden that was picked clean of the most beautiful flowers. I know of people who have been camping out there for days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after some searching I did get a few books that I have always wanted at a nice knocked-down price and I wondered how they ever escaped the notice of the thousands of other book lovers in the City of Ann Arbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaman Drum has(d) the best and most knowledgeable staff and a great selection of books. It was a bookstore's bookstore. It's always great to have people around who can not just show you around, but also make great suggestions and tell you that your choice is excellent. Of course, good service is appreciated, but not everybody would like to pay extra for it. For a college town, it did not have such great discounts compared to Borders across the street. Perhaps, there is something fundamentally wrong in having a book-lover or music lover run a bookstore. I have yet to see them make money on a consistent basis. Either you are  a lover or a seller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I checked out the lady at the counter packed my books in a Shaman Drum paper bag that read: "Shaman Drum Bookshop (www.shamandrum.com)" on side, and "Love your Local" on the other. Apparently, not much love for the local and independent. Like the paperbag this local, independent bookstore is going to get recycled too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-3578143591982432495?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3578143591982432495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=3578143591982432495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3578143591982432495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3578143591982432495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-much-love.html' title='Not much love'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-5296459184665566039</id><published>2009-06-19T15:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:25:36.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Please PISS Off!</title><content type='html'>Rafa has pulled out of Wimbledon citing tendinitis and there won't be any epic final. This is a huge disappointment to everybody. I was reading some articles on The Championship and it was pointed out that since Federer got married he has not lost a single game and is 12-0 at this point. A perfect example of idiotic sports statistic. Nothing really wrong with the observation. It's fact. The annoying aspect is the sneakiness of the implied inference. To imply that Federer has become sort of super-human after his marriage, is what I call a pathetic inference from sports stat(PISS). The writer went on to suggest that Nadal should get married to his long-time girlfriend to improve his record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost impossible to watch any kind of sport w/o some appearance of these aberrant phenomena. With all kinds of data available and human tendency to find some sort of pattern in any collection of junk, our screen gets filled with these PISS facts over the course of the match. It's great to get a breakdown of the spots where the service lands, or errors on the forehand over the course of the game. These are concrete things that matter in the context of the current game, more so because they are temporally quite close to the matter at hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most sports, and tennis in particular, is decided when one ball lands wide, or when one party makes a crucial error, or takes a single risky shot. He gets broken and the set is finished. At such moments, players aren't really getting any better or worse cause their former girlfriend is now his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, the players play and the counters count. As watchers, let us watch and spare us the PISS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-5296459184665566039?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5296459184665566039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=5296459184665566039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5296459184665566039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5296459184665566039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-piss-off.html' title='Please PISS Off!'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-5540383060682968516</id><published>2009-06-06T15:43:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:16:21.124-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Federer and Nadal: Memento Mori</title><content type='html'>For quite a while Federer the Master lived atop a high, inaccessible peak. A life of ease. He lived even above Superlatives, above everyone who stepped on a tennis court,  bathed in glorious Apollonian light. He was the supreme artist. Opponents did not quake in fear when they faced him, they just stood and let the Master do his thing. The guy was Perfection personified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then like in a Greek myth came along Rafa, the lion tamer from a magical island in Spain. This was a hulk whose topspin was like human dynamite. Only he dared to scale those Olympian heights. He showed that at least on the red clay he was the master of the Master. Finally, at Wimbledon in the Master's own backyard green he shattered the myth of invincibility. Youth triumphed over experience, muscle over elegance, and will over tradition. It was an old prophecy that since Federer was right-handed and dextrous, his vanquisher would be left-handed and sinister. Rafa, showed that Federer was no God, a King nevertheless, but still a mortal. The mountain was illusory; it was just a high pedestal. Rafa proved that again in the far-away Land of Oz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they said that Rafa was the new King. He was born of a human mother but fathered by a God. Since then there have been two kingdoms - Federerland and Rafaistan ruled by two mighty warriors, both demi-gods. No one dared disturb the two Titans when they clashed on red, blue or green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Wimbledon 2004, if you are not named 'Federer' or 'Nadal', you are not going to win any major tennis championship (They won 18 out of the last 20 Slams). With the odd exceptions during the Australian Open in 2005(Safin) and 2008(Djokovic), the Big Two have strangled everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last four years the French Open has been open to all players, but not for winning. You are welcome only if you are content to get the participation certificate. Of course a certain Swiss wasn't too happy to sit back and get the runner's up medal year after year. So this year, with the exit of Nadal the French Open became very interesting. Gone was the aura of Nadal's invincibility on clay. The crown rests rather lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand we had the rising stars and then old King, so to speak. Federer has still been a dominant force despite  his losses to Nadal. But, this is a different Fed. There have been fewer and fewer easy matches, as opponents have dared to take a slug at the Master. King Federer is not that poetic master any more. His mental makeup seems more fragile (human, did anyone say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Murrays, Djokovics and Del Potros have been genuine contenders, Princes-in-Waiting for the final act of regicide. Then suddenly out of nowhere comes Robin Soderling, who in comparison to the new princes is like the street urchin who crashes the party and finds himself at the banquet table. I have great respect for his game and current form. This Swedish gunslinger simply unloaded on biggest baddie ever to step on the clay court. So earth-shaking was this event that the other princes in waiting got killed in their own gunfight. He later showed that this was no mere flash in the pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should King Fed do? Reward him for his giant-killing skills? or slaughter him as a proxy for his nemesis? As King Federer has looked less and less regal in recent tournaments, even Robin Soderling can fancy his chances. From the Soderling-Gonzalez game yesterday, Federer cannot be tentative. He has to step on the court like a champion. Soderling is no long distance runner. He managed to get it done, but blew a 2-0 lead and was 4-1 down in the final set in the semi. Federer is perhaps the best closer the game has seen. The only way to get Fed these days is to win the first set and then try to stay ahead. Monfils almost succeeded in his QF by keeping it tight, but then he lost it mentally and let go of the rest of the match. Soderling seems have veins that have ice in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to the  game tomorrow is going to be the first set. If Federer wins the first set then I guess Soderling can bank on a also-ran, 'I did my best' refrain. However, if the Robin of Spring does win the first set, we are in for a thriller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On a side note&lt;/b&gt;: When we talk of legends, we also have the soothsayers--That silvered-haired Bjorn Borg does have a black tongue. Last time he predicted quite confidently that Nadal would win both the French and the Wimbledon. This time he predicts that compatriot Soderling will go all the way. The commentators said that he sent Nadal a thank-you note to ensure that his 5-straight record was kept intact. I guess this time, Robin got a thank-you note for keeping is his 4-straight record at Rolland Garros intact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-5540383060682968516?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/5540383060682968516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=5540383060682968516' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5540383060682968516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/5540383060682968516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/06/federer-and-nadal-memento-mori.html' title='Federer and Nadal: Memento Mori'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-4057933594955849988</id><published>2009-06-02T10:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:21:30.492-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Dark Ages in the shadow of the Renaissance</title><content type='html'>The Renaissance Center is one of the singularly most impressive buildings in Downtown Detroit. The magnificent set of towers rise at the edge of the waterfront that connects Lake Erie to Lake St. Clair.  If you swam across the river for a few minutes you would be in Canada. The Renaissance Center  has the offices of the Canadian consulate in one of the smaller towers. The main tower is the home of  General Motors which declared bankruptcy yesterday. The GM CEO used to be one of the highest paid CEOs and now the company has no money to pay him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really bad for Detroit. The glory days of Detroit are long gone, but many people have tried valiantly to clean up the image of the poster-child for urban wasteland. There have been so many creative attempts to revive the city. For example, the lovely Riverwalk Project (a promenade along the Detroit river)was mostly sponsored by GM. Now work seems to have slowed down for sections that are yet under construction. What's worse than having no beautiful projects? Beautiful but incomplete projects. With the car companies going under there are few companies willing to pay for stuff, and the way the state seems to going, there might not be anybody in the mood for scenic river walks either. The only alternative seems to be Keynesian intervention, but will the tax-payers agree? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of buildings at the U of M were also paid for by Chrysler and GM. The University has either been rather canny or reflective of the times, as most recent buildings and donations have come from real-estate moguls or financial whizzes. I am wondering with the collapse of auto, real-estate and finance who is going to even have a pocket to pay for future endowed chairs and buildings at the University. There are going to be more students. As the economy tanks, people more people go back to school because they lose jobs or feel they need to be more qualified to more competitive in the marketplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered the impressive main foyer of the central tower to make my way to the Canadian consulate, I saw a huge GM 100th anniversary banner from last year that read: "It's been 100 years, and we have only got started". In less that five days after seeing that banner, I saw GM no longer listed on  the Dow Jones index and filing for bankruptcy. Motown is going to be Notown if there ain't gonna be any Motors left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-4057933594955849988?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/4057933594955849988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=4057933594955849988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/4057933594955849988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/4057933594955849988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/06/dark-ages-in-shadow-of-renaissance.html' title='Dark Ages in the shadow of the Renaissance'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-9138552036276173651</id><published>2009-05-28T10:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:56:50.854-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Yosemite</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Some national parks have long waiting lists for camping reservations. When you have to wait a year to sleep next to a tree, something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;  - George Carlin&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This post had been decaying in the drafts folder and I felt that I resuscitate it in memory of last May. My feet are itching for a hike.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green, rolling hills around San Francisco give way to the desert scrub of the Sonoran Desert.  Then suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, magnificent mountains rise and you are at the edge of Yosemite. Yosemite is the oldest and the most famous of all national parks.  Arriving at the edge you climb, and climb to end up at the Big Flat Oak entrance. Your first look at the Yosemite Valley takes you by surprise. The sheer size of monolithic granite walls stuns you. You can stare at all the photographs you want to of the valley, but you get a real sense of scale and appreciation for the grandeur when you are actually there. &lt;img src="http://www-personal.umich.edu/~hparikh/PhotoAlbum/yosemite/slides/DogwoodBlossoms.JPG" width="55%" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The granite of Yosemite is the Mecca for rock climbers. If you are crazy enough, you can scale El Capitan which takes about 2-3 days. A climb during which you not only sleep on a ledge, but also eat and pee suspended thousands of feet above the ground. Climbers from all over the world come and often work for the park during the week so they can indulge in their passion for climbing on the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our aims were less lofty, but still intense as we wanted to hike as much as possible and also do Half Dome. We managed to acquire the much-coveted overnight backcountry pass to Little Yosemite Valley. It is almost necessary to escape the Yosemite Valley because it gets overcrowded and resembles a zoo. Going there in the spring was a great idea. This the season when the waterfalls are full from the snow melt. School is still not out, and so the Valley is not yet overrun with visitors. Yet, you can get away if you really wish as most visitors rarely leave the valley and are mostly content looking at the waterfalls and the peaks from afar.  John Muir and Ansel Adams would have lived in vain if this was all there was to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a back-country pass gives you a right to camp on the 'secret' backcountry camping ground. This is a rather well-kept secret and even the rangers give you a knowing wink. Set apart from the main Yosemite campgrounds by a footbridge and sheltered under the Three Sisters, it is far enough from the rather annoying trailers and buses. These monstrosities defeat the whole idea of camping and living in the wild. Why come here if you want to watch cable TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled in, got our rudimentary fire working. For the life of me, to this day, I have not figured out how you can really use two stones to create enough sparks to light a fire. I say this because I tried it in vain before I decided to walk on a paved path (how ironic) to the Yosemite supply store from our campsite. Why? I forgot to get a lighter. Where are the smokers when you need them? We stretched on our sleeping pads, read books, and snoozed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, wanting to take advantage of the yello light I walked to Mirror Lake and got some wonderful reflections of Mt. Watkins and Half Dome before it started drizzling. Photography is as much about patience as it is about light. You have to wait for the right moment. What would I not give to get a month to live here? Ansel Adams whose photography defines Yosemite spent months on end here. Yet, some of his best photographs were taken when he had only one or two plates left. First you work hard to develop your craft, then you learn patience, so that when the time comes you are ready to seize the correct moment. Digital cameras give people flexibility to correct an exposure or composition instantly and retake the shot, but you still have to wait for the right moment. Some people have the tendency, which I call the 'Monte Carlo method of photography', which is to simply take a whole bunch of pictures without any thought and then hope that you will get a few that will really stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www-personal.umich.edu/~hparikh/PhotoAlbum/yosemite/slides/halfDomeClassic.JPG" width="55%" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal primary goal was to climb Half Dome. After having stared at pictures of the peak for years, now that it was in front of me, I wanted to go and grab it. From a distance the texture of Half Dome resembles elephant skin. Gray, tough to feel with grooves and striations. It's almost like it wasn't a mountain but a giant statue of a large, lumbering mammal that could come to life. A hike to Half Dome is a 17-mile roundtrip, and is done in a day (a long one). Since, we had the backcountry pass, our route was more leisurely (read long). We first went up to Glacier Point by bus and then hiked along the Panorama Trail to reach the Little Yosemite Valley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous vertical face of Half Dome can be seen from most parts of the Valley and is only a few miles away. However, the recommended ascent is from the back which involves a circuitous route ending at the famous Saddle Point. From the Little Valley its only 4-5 miles to Half Dome and we got there early in morning before the crowd from the valley below even made it to the halfway point.  To be on Half Dome before it starts resembling a circus and the cables to the ascent becomes a giant human caterpillar is a sheer joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making our way back, we had to pack our tent and sleeping bags and make our way down. This time we would take the most direct route to the valley. If you thought that climbing up was hard with a large backpack, then wait till you have to start climbing down. Unlike people carrying water bottles who can skip their way down the switchbacks, we had to walk like pack animals in a zig-zag fashion, perhaps traversing eventually twice the distance. Nothing gets more attention from a fellow human beings than another fellow human being strapped like an animal. We did get a lot of brownie points for being 'hard-core' when it comes to hiking. &lt;img src="http://www-personal.umich.edu/~hparikh/PhotoAlbum/yosemite/slides/Manzanita.JPG" width="55%" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trails have these rusted metal signpost with the destinations and distances. There is Clouds Rest, other lakes, and also signs for the 211 mile John Muir Trail which begins in the Yosemite Valley and continues to Mt. Whitney. It gets a lot hard-core than our baby steps. Someday, when I have three weeks to spare I will get on it too. But, these are passing thoughts. The more pressing thoughts are of food. At the end of the hike, we were dead tired and ready to eat a horse. There is only so much baked beans and Ramen can do for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no strength to even get on the bus that took us back to where our car was parked and where the restaurant was located. In the food-court we were probably the dirtiest pair. We had spent the last 3 days in the wild and we looked like it. As we ate we could see the sun setting and the glorious water from the Yosemite Falls gushing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www-personal.umich.edu/~hparikh/PhotoAlbum/yosemite/index.html"&gt;Yosemite Photo Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-9138552036276173651?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/9138552036276173651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=9138552036276173651' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/9138552036276173651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/9138552036276173651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/05/yosemite.html' title='Yosemite'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-1555355028066399116</id><published>2009-05-26T14:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:13:19.005-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><title type='text'>The math behind galli cricket teams, and other interesting diversions</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Group Theory in the Bedroom and Other Mathematical Diversions&lt;/i&gt; is Brian Hayes's set of collected essays from the &lt;a href="http://www.americanscientist.org"&gt;American Scientist&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="right" src="http://media.us.macmillan.com/jackets/258H/9780809052172.jpg"&gt;Full marks for the slightly risque title that will pique anyone's interest, but the  book has nothing to with mathematics of partner swapping. The subject of the investigation is to find the golden rule for mattress flipping. Mattresses should be flipped periodically to ensure that all sides of the mattress get equal wear. It's easy enough to see that there are 4 possible configurations: (Side A, Side B) x (Top, Bottom). The goal is to find one rule, or a set or rules, that you can apply each time to perform a set of operations that ensures that you end up cycling through all 4 configurations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only flip (along the long or short axis) you cycle through only two sides - A and B. If you only rotate in a plane then you cycle through -  Top and Bottom. Using group theory, Hayes shows why there is no golden rule. You cannot perform the same set of operations again and again because the mattress is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Klein_four-group"&gt;Klein-4 group &lt;/a&gt;. A rotate and a flip along the short axis is the same as a flip on the long axis. Any set of two operations are equivalent to one operation. This proves to be the undoing of any rule, as we know that any ONE set of operations is not enough to cycle through all 4 configurations. So, you either need a fixed schedule, or a set of markers to ensure you do an opposite set of operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a kinda random fellow, I best liked Hayes's analysis of the effects of random flipping. If you randomly performed any one operation on a quarterly-basis then, on average, one side will get 31% of the wear instead of ideal 25%. A rather tolerable discrepancy of 6%. Then he goes on to discuss tire rotation and shows why that is completely different beast since it is a cyclic-4 group and hence there is a golden rule - "quarter turn clockwise (or anti-clockwise)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is most interesting about the book is that all these mathematical diversions start as anecdotes and rather innocuously. Consider the problem of partitioning a set of players into two teams: a problem that is encountered and solved on thousands of galli cricket and football 'fields' every day. The usual practice is to select two captains who then toss to decide who picks first. Then they go turn-by-turn to pick the rest of the players. Naturally, the players are chosen in order of ability. In general, this rule results in fairly balanced teams. Hayes calls this the Greedy Algorithm, because at each step the largest number (if you assigned numerical values to the strengths of the players) is chosen in each partition. In reality, of course this partitioning problem is quite a hard one, more technically, it's an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NP-complete"&gt;NP complete problem &lt;/a&gt; and there are number of other algorithms, including the Karmarkar-Karp difference algorithm, but no optimal one. Then Hayes goes on to show why this does not matter on the playing field because on a log scale, abilities don't differ that much between strongest and weakest players and the simple 'greedy' partitions are reasonable without the need for fancy partitioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I greatly enjoyed reading the other chapters on namespaces, gear train ratios, and finding the continental divide. If only, mathematics was taught this way in schools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-1555355028066399116?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/1555355028066399116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=1555355028066399116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1555355028066399116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/1555355028066399116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/05/math-behind-galli-cricket-teams-and.html' title='The math behind galli cricket teams, and other interesting diversions'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-3052061759622939702</id><published>2009-05-12T10:48:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:52:51.551-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Murakami on Running</title><content type='html'>Murakami's memoir on running: &lt;a href="http://fromhelicon.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-murakami-talks-about-when-he.html"&gt;On the lit blog&lt;/a&gt;. A great rambling, read on running and writing, and living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-3052061759622939702?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3052061759622939702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=3052061759622939702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3052061759622939702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3052061759622939702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/05/murakami-on-running.html' title='Murakami on Running'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-7135843548137548302</id><published>2009-05-01T16:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:53:59.618-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A few questions for Indian restaurants in the US</title><content type='html'>Why no spoon?&lt;br /&gt;Why no finger-bowl?&lt;br /&gt;Why the drinking glass on always on the right-hand side?&lt;br /&gt; and no chai and Indian-style filter coffee?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In seeking nostalgia it can often turn out to be a frustrating and disappointing experience. Food that even my dog won't eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one thing that you should not to do at Indian restaurants: Don't order the cocktails. They are terrible. Given that it hard to screw them up. Better still - ask for the wine menu or help with those selections.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-7135843548137548302?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/7135843548137548302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=7135843548137548302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7135843548137548302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/7135843548137548302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-questions-for-indian-restaurants-in.html' title='A few questions for Indian restaurants in the US'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-9155455422459351558</id><published>2009-04-08T10:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:50:56.126-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordplay'/><title type='text'>SMS Whacking</title><content type='html'>It took me a while to figure out how to use the SMS on my phone. I don't use it much in the US. For some reason it is rather expensive than it is here in India (~15c and 40c for international messaging) and it that is the subject of  US federal investigation. As we all know, text messages consume very little bandwidth compared to voice transmission, so they should be much cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was typing a message and I wanted to use the word 'nostalgic'. The T9 system did not have it in the internal dictionary. It was perhaps technology's polite way of saying - 'perhaps a shorter word would do, your show off!  As a matter of fact, even 'fuck' is not in the dictionary; you have to add it your personal dictionary if you use it often. You live and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering more over this, I figured out a good game to play when you are bored which I call &lt;b&gt;SMS whacking&lt;/b&gt;. The object is to use words that the T9 system won't recognize. Understandably, 'intransigent' was not part of the T9 dictionary. But, it's  not always be big words. It did not know 'phlegm'. The funnest part is to find really small and common words that T9 won't recognize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far,&lt;br /&gt;'exuberance' - yes&lt;br /&gt;'recondite' - no&lt;br /&gt;'abstruse' - yes&lt;br /&gt;'Machiavellian' - no&lt;br /&gt;'squaw' - no&lt;br /&gt;'brie' - yes&lt;br /&gt;'locquacious' - no&lt;br /&gt;'pithy' - no&lt;br /&gt;'lugubrious' - yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-9155455422459351558?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/9155455422459351558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=9155455422459351558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/9155455422459351558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/9155455422459351558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/04/sms-whacking.html' title='SMS Whacking'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137957.post-3513007920585145416</id><published>2009-03-19T12:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:32:11.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>New review on lit blog: James Wood's How Fiction Works</title><content type='html'>My lovefest with books continues this week with a review of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fromhelicon.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-fiction-works-james-wood.html"&gt;James Wood's: How Fiction Works&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to read some more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137957-3513007920585145416?l=hirak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/feeds/3513007920585145416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137957&amp;postID=3513007920585145416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3513007920585145416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137957/posts/default/3513007920585145416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hirak.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-review-on-lit-blog-james-woods-how.html' title='New review on lit blog: James Wood&apos;s How Fiction Works'/><author><name>Hirak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092831514643850562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN0nkXXjylw/TYPF73N9_oI/AAAAAAAACq4/k2fNhoodQrs/s220/SelfPortrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
