Nomological Net

Stray thoughts from here and there. The occasional concern for construct validity. No more logic. Fish.

Name: Tabula Rasa

faults in the clouds of delusion

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Peace we can believe in?

It's hilarious how the whole Barack Obama - Nobel peace prize thing has gotten knickers in twists from one end of the political washing-line to the other. The Taliban and Rush Limbaugh join forces with career bleeding-hearts to decry the decision. Strange bedfellows!

I personally think it's not that bad an idea. Sure, there may have been others who may have deserved the award relatively more than Obama. But was Obama above the bar in absolute terms? I think he was. Just the fact that he stemmed the Bush Doctrine, I think is a pretty huge achievement. Rachel Maddow, as usual, gets it exactly right:



Critics are saying he hasn't done anything yet. I believe that pulling the world's most powerful and dangerous nation from the ruinous path it had set itself on is plenty achievement enough. People are pointing to everything he hasn't done yet. He wasn't given the prize for those. They are also conflating the timing of the prize (too early in his tenure) with his deeds (or lack thereof). Watch the Maddow clip for the counter to that one.

The joke circulating about giving him the economics prize in the hope that the economy improves is plenty funny (I personally think he deserves one for his amazing chemistry); it would have been funnier if the idea of a Nobel prize for economics wasn't laughable in itself.

But my favorite one is that Obama shouldn't get the prize because Gandhi never did.

Monday, October 05, 2009

Product life cycle

I used to be an intensive user of MSN Messenger, some five-odd years ago. This morning I just signed on to see what was happening. Of my 49 contacts, exactly zero were online. A long column of red icons.

Nowadays I too hardly ever log on there -- there's just this one contact who insists on communicating via Messenger only (apart from email, that is). So I talk to her much less too, these days.

Wonder what happened, and why.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

A short wishlist

- A pint or three of Duchesse de Bourgogne, fresh from the tap.
- A Thai massage, with a nice lady walking all over me.
- My grant proposal written up so I can get back to work.
- The cable guys to fix the damn football channel so I can watch the wildcat formation for myself.
- Some Trader Joe's Oatmeal Choc Chip minis.
- A DVD box set of the Muppet Show.

I'm a little insomniac tonight but otherwise life's pretty good, really.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

For the Young Consumer

Every once in a while, this blog turns to dispensing unasked-for wisdom. (Don't blame me, blame the blog.) Its patient and tolerant readership scratches its collective head, pops a witticism or two into the commentspace, and moves on. That readership is now a thing of the past. Which leaves me free to unleash the sum total of what I have learned over the past six months.

If you are about to let a Little Someone into your life, here are some things you might want to arm yourself with. Apologies in advance if something on this list is unavailable in the region of your residence. Envy me.

1. "What's Going On In There?".
The single biggest weapon in the armory of the budding parent. There are a million "what to do" type baby books out there, but as far as I know, just this one that explains why. Every chapter has basically 3 sections. It takes a sense (e.g., smell, vision, locomotion), first explains the neuroscience, then the psychology, then how this can be influenced by the parents and the environment. Essential.

2. Ergo It's the *best*. Just pop your baby in and go wherever. The design is fantastic, it distributes the weight over your whole back so there's no stress on your back and it's so comfortable for the baby. The only problem is that until the baby is 15 pounds, they recommend you use it along with an additional insert, and that adds one extra step. The insert actually makes it feel like a plush couch for the baby :-) We stopped using the insert when she reached 12 pounds, and we carry her everywhere in the Ergo. Plus it's so much fun!

3. Moby wrap. We (all three of us) love this as well. It's a little harder to wear than the Ergo, but once you have it on you can just pop the baby inside in any of 3-4 positions -- find the one that your baby likes best and she will fall asleep almost as soon as you put her in. We use this indoors mostly (and our routine has become that TPB wears this indoors, and I wear the Ergo outdoors).

4. Squish toy. A close friend got us this -- he's a father of two and married to a top infant developmental psychologist! Our baby has loved it since she was about 3-4 weeks old, and shows no sign of getting bored of it. Me neither.

5. Lamaze toys. We have a few of these and our baby loves them too. They have all kinds of interesting colors and textures and noises -- no end to how they can be explored. Very smart.

6. Stokke products. This is a Norwegian company that makes high-end "hardware" products for babies. The design is magnificent. We just started using their crib ("Sleepi"). We bought the high chair ("Tripp-Trapp") but haven't started using it yet. We were *really* tempted by the stroller ("Xplory") but decided not to buy it for a while (which turned out to be a good decision because as we now realize, we almost always use the Ergo and not a stroller).

7. Baby Einstein gym. Our baby has spent almost all her leisure hours (when she is not in her bed, or being carried by us) on this. It kept her completely occupied until just this week, when she's finally realized there's a world beyond the mat, and what's more, she can get to it.

8. Pampers Swaddlers Sensitive diapers. These come in yellow packets (not green). The major innovation here is that the diapers have a thin yellow line running through the business district, and even the slightest flooding causes the line to turn blue, so you can see from outside and change at once. No poking inside, no smell tests -- very helpful! If you choose to go with disposables, this one attribute makes these diapers very helpful indeed.

9. "Breastfeeding Made Simple". If you intend to breastfeed (and I believe you should), here's a book that cuts through the clutter and gets to the essence of how to do it and why. All expecting parents should read it.

10. "The Happiest Baby on the Block". And finally, how to get the baby to sleep. I was skeptical when I read this book, but boy did it work or what!

So that's what I have been up to. I'm tempted to add a #11: Canon SX10IS, but that's just me :-)

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Roll, clear water


This picture was posted three and a half years ago. And I haven't posted anything for over a month.

Hmm.

Friday, July 03, 2009

Pennsive

Overheard, one end of a telephone conversation:

- Yes, he's at the University of Pennsylvania right now.
- Yes, it's in Philadelphia.
- Yes, it's a real university.

I think I can guess at the first two questions.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Theory Development as the Sport of Football

Three years ago, I had a thought which I crystallized here. Yesterday during a conversation with a grad student, I came up with a nice new metaphor for much the same idea.

Research is like the game of football. The American kind. Those who know the game will recognize the very different connotations of the two basic strategies that a team on offense can take -- the passing game and the running game. A team that chooses to play the passing game is going for impact and beauty. Scything arcs of soaring balls cutting deep swathes through the defense as the team advances in long damaging steps down the field. Research works similarly at times -- insights that break radical new ground; experiments that shatter preconceived notions with their elegance, simplicity, and parsimony.

It doesn't happen that way always. Much of the time, a team chooses to play the running game. Put their heads down, and push, struggle, and compete for every inch of bloody churning mud. And that's what happens in research as well. You put your head down and push, struggle and fight to make the data confess.

When one sees a presentation or reads a paper, it almost inevitably appears to have been produced in one sharp swell of insight. Indeed, that is how almost all completed research is generally presented. What's important is to remember that it is the touchdown we're witnessing, not the process that led to it.

Happy quarterbacking.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Browsing

We don't often consciously realize how getting something new entails giving something up. And sometimes, the trade-offs we have made are subtle enough that we don't even notice that which has been lost, let alone miss it.

As a case in point, think about the title of this post. Most likely, the first connotations it brings up involve things to do with mouses and websites, hyperlinks and clicking. It is how we flit from page to page on the internet.

Yet the original connotations of this word had nothing to do with websites. They involved flipping, rather than flitting. We would browse at bookstores, picking up volumes, sometimes at random, and seeing where that led us. The succession from book to book was sequential only in the sense that it was chronological. More centrally, it is stochastic -- the maker of the book in hand owes nothing to that of the one held previously.

Such browsing can be pleasure as well; indeed, it is what we used to recognize as pleasure before the advent of the hypertext. And the convenience of the online store has put paid to the hours spent and wasted at bookstores and music stores, the lure of the impulse purchase is considerably less material online. Which is why yesterday, for a brief period, I had a great time when I rediscovered these pleasures. It was time well wasted, for I got to dip my nose into things I would have clicked past in blissful ignorance online.

And I got my just rewards too -- a reacquaintance with the teen-thrilling works of Mr. Ray Manzarek.

Oh, how I loved those keys :-)

***

My latest hero is Michael Pollan, the author of In Defense of Food (which everyone should read), The Omnivore's Dilemma (which all intelligent people should read), and the Botany of Desire (which I am currently reading). Imagine my pleasure when on p166 of this latter work, in the chapter called "Desire: Intoxication / Plant: Marijuana", I come across this transcendental passage:

You know how it goes, this italicization of experience, this seemingly virginal noticing of the sensate world. You've heard that song a thousand times before, but now you suddenly hear it in all its soul-piercing beauty, the sweet bottomless poignancy of the guitar line like a revelation, and for the first time you can understand, really understand, just what Jerry Garcia meant by every note, his unhurried cheerful-baleful improvisation piping something near the meaning of life directly into your mind.

YES!!

(I think he's talking about Stella Blue.)

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Baby's day out

Sent out to pick up dinner from a good restaurant -- nice. (Funny when I just posted about chopsticks the same morning.)
Placing the order and nipping across to the Irish bar down the block for a Guiness (250th anniversary brew) and wings -- also nice.
Getting the check and seeing the escapade covered by Happy Hour -- also nice.

Oh, and the dinner -- also nice.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Shiver me twiggies

So...
Are pirated chopsticks called wooden legs?

Saturday, June 06, 2009

Almost Like Tom Thumb's Blues

... when Nina sings it.

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Eastertime too
And your gravity fails
And negativity don't pull you through
Don't put on any airs
When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess outa you

Now if you see Saint Annie
Please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move
My fingers are all in a knot
I don't have the strength
To get up and take another shot
And my best friend, my doctor
Won't even say what it is I've got

Sweet Melinda
The peasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English
And she invites you up into her room
And you're so kind
And careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice
And leaves you howling at the moon

Up on Housing Project Hill
It's either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you're lookin' to get silly
You better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don't need you
And man they expect the same

Now all the authorities
They just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
Into leaving his post
And picking up Angel who
Just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first
But left looking just like a ghost

I started out on burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
When the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to call my bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough


Bonus track: Suzanne

Friday, May 15, 2009

Skin deep

Got this note from a friend yesterday:

The thing about the midwest is that every moment here is a brand new moment. There is no room for grief or loss. Only instantaneous smiles. People smile and are nice, almost as if their very life depended upon it. It starts getting more and more screwed up when they insist on smiling at you after screwing you over :-)


Made me think how my time in New York - the home of the stereotypically aggro and rude - brought out some of the best hidden positives in me. In comparison, my experience in the midwest seems to have made me more negative and cynical than I have been in years.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Bonglish pun, topical

Q. Do you have swine flu or not?
A. I'm not dead shuor.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

A drive we can believe in


I received this from a friend in Trinidad :-)

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Say Hello, Blog People

To Lebu, our Little Lebowski Urban Achiever.

Week 1

Week 2

Week 3

Friday, March 20, 2009

ENOUGH!

Keith Olbermann smacks down the greed of the financial services industry. Personally. I think it's as good as rants get.

Friday, March 13, 2009

The Messiah

I just watched Jon Stewart extract a full confession from Jim Cramer. Watch it at http://www.thedailyshow.com . He got the man to agree that financial news reporting has been "disingenuous at best, and criminal at worst". He got the man to agree to change.

He exposed him so bad, he almost made him cry.

I had never thought I'd see something like this on TV.

Is this the first crack in the glass that separates real news reporting and analysis from the dross that passes for it today?

One can only wish.

Monday, March 09, 2009

Living on the edge

In January, driving down the road near our house, a car coming the other way lost control, skidded across two lanes, and crashed head first onto us. Miraculously, no one was injured -- although it took a month to fix our car, and the other guy was totaled.

In February, introducing my tennis-buddy to squash, he aims a hard forehand at the ball and connects with my left index finger. Four weeks on and it's still swollen.

In March, snow-tubing during a break at a conference in Utah, the guy in charge of shoving the tubes at the top of the hill shoved my group off before I could get into my tube. I descended the slope head first, looking up at the sky, bearing most of my weight on my left shoulder. Nothing broke.

It's been a funny kind of year that way.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

The Sick Man of Europe

- Are you Phlegmish?
- No, just Belchium.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Wall Street is so gay

Don't take it from me, take it from the Beeb.

And, according to Ken Herron, chief of marketing at gay dating site Manhunt, the site had its biggest membership sign-up on 29 September, the day the Dow Jones Index crashed.


Diverse other gems scattered through the article -- worth a look.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Labor of love

Sometimes the best thing a commentator can do is let the artist speak in their own words. (I guess this is especially true if the artist is someone that the commentator is very closely invested in, but maybe that doesn't have to be the case.)

Greetings fellow Enfield Bullet fans!
Here's my first youtube video of the 2nd bench test run of my project- a 700cc Enfield V twin using 2 350 top ends. From sketches on paper to designing, numerous changes, 3d CAD modeling, printing drawings, building all the patterns myself, getting them cast, then machining everything myself (that began about a year ago-learnt everything as I went along) till this wonderful day (23rd JAN, about 2:00 in the morning!), it has been about 5 years! A dream from heady college days seems to be coming true, unable to sleep. Next step is installing it in the test bike, frame stretched. If you all know about the Norcroft and Carberry Enfields and are wondering why I did this anyway, well, too much time, effort and dreaming had been done when I heard of them, so inspite of some major discouragement that the enfield V twin had already been done by professionals, I decided to plough ahead anyway. NO REGRETS! Watch out for some more videos from me with info on the motor, test rides etc. coming soon!
TURN UP YOUR SPEAKERS, CRANK UP THE BASS!
Thanks for watching!


If all of that prologue bored you, well, here you go.


And for those who aren't so much into motorcycle engines anyway, check out the beta version of the video. Shot at 3 o'clock on a cold January morning, I guarantee you, it's one for the ages.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

1.20.09: The big O

So the date that we saw emblazoned on wishful t-shirts finally came to pass. For what it was worth, we replaced the Bush with the Big O. Now that can only be an improvement, but I have to say I started and ended the day underwhelmed. I know I supported him strongly during the home stretch of the elections (and how I miss Nate Silver), but the fact remains that the man is a politician. He represents profound societal change, yes, but he is a politician. The way people over the last few days have invested him with all sorts of greater saintlike qualities leaves me completely mystified. What has he done, after all, other than win an election on the back of an outstanding organization, speech-writing, and oratory?

And there he was again, the Chicago sharp, using his inaugural speech to dampen down these manic expectations. Did he succeed in that? I'm not quite sure. I watched the inauguration in a large auditorium filled with undergrads, MBA students, and faculty -- many of whom were wearing Obama t-shirts (U-S-A!). He never did give them the grand crescendo they were craving, although many were determined to clap at every possible pause. Indeed, I even caught a few people yawning, and I have to say the moment I felt the happiest was when I saw people's expressions as he was being sworn in.

I wish him well and hope he can do something about the utter mess the world is in. But I think it's delusional to expect that he will do anything except look out for Number 1. After all, he does want to be re-elected, doesn't he?

In the final analysis I think it's easier to go from being politician to president than it is to go from president to statesman. Yes he can?



***

And now for a piece of news that combines the weather section with a commentary on the economy. Indeed, the longer I stay in America, the more engaged I find myself in the sociopolitical processes at the local level. Recently I put up my first yard sign ever.



This sign was made and the picture taken on a day when the temperature with wind chills dropped to -28F. It has since reverted to the balmier regions of single-degree weather. Of course, now that the teaching semester is over, "Will that be on the quiz?" has been supplanted as the Most Irritating Question. The new winner is "How much is that in Celsius?"

Friday, January 16, 2009

Chicago

Beantown

Under the bean

Mies

Michiganwards

Lookin' for Lou

Downtown

Don't walk

Closed for business

Strings

Points of interest

The Japanese Room

At the Art Institute

Thursday, January 01, 2009

365 is my number

Back when I was a kid, there was this other kid who was a part of the crowd. He was a few years older than me and so he knew things I didn't and was able to teach me stuff and introduce me to stuff. Like for instance when my mother got me a spanking new Swiss army knife he told me that these things are so sharp you can draw blood without going deep enough to cause any pain. He was right -- I nicked the fleshy part of my thumb in a beautiful little red seam and didn't feel a thing.

He also introduced me to Pink Floyd and allowed me to copy his only Floyd cassette -- "A Collection of Great Dance Songs". And on side B he taped for me King Sunny Ade's Juju Music.

For some reason I've had King Sunny Ade on my mind, the last few days.

I dug up a few audio tracks on youtube and discovered that despite it being well over ten years since I last heard them, they were as fresh and musical to my ears as ever. So I found and ordered the CD on Amazon. It's been sitting at a warehouse in Kentucky since December 28, so I'm listening to Sunny Ade on youtube again. I just heard Ja Funmi (which I now realize, despite the easy fluency of the music, means "Fight for me"). Next I'm going to listen to this gem of a track, the title track, as it were, for this post. The utterly charming refrain goes as follows:

Honey!
Dani dat's my numba
Tell me
Anything you wan' from me
But den you have to give yo' love to me
365 is my numba ya!

All of which is a long way of saying HAPPY NEW YEAR, all of y'all. Be good and work hard and go see live music and don't let the evildoing get to you.

Friday, December 19, 2008

memory

It's DR's birthday, and he's feeling the weight of the years. But I'm the kind of person who can put people at ease.

***

me:
happy new year
DR: thanks dude
this whole business just keeps ticking
meaning, i keep getting older i'm realizing
me: day by day
wait till the memory loss starts happening
DR: wow
i have no idea how i'll cope with that
me: like pouring a glass of water to take a tablet (tablets are also a sign of age)
then coming back 2 minutes later and not being able to remember
a) whether you drank the water or not
and b) if you drank the water, whether you took the tablet or not
(excuse me while i go take my medicine)
DR: !
me: add to that c) not being able to remember where you put the glass
DR: hohoho
DR: and finally d) finding the glass next to the kettle, and realizing you went to get water and ended up putting on the kettle

***

I think I'll have a cup of tea now.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Woke up this morning...

I've realized that there's something about the end of a teaching semester that drives me to the blues. This is the second time that it's happened. Except this semester was worse, and so I guess I'm deeper in.

It started with an evening with Rory Block. I'd never seen her before, and hadn't really paid too much attention to her music as well (except when she appeared on duet tracks). So I had no idea that her trip in life is to recreate the music of Robert Johnson - note for note, if she can. "This is classical music," she said to the appreciative audience. "Amen, sister," someone said back. A solo evening with one amazingly talented musician singing and playing some beautful hard-edged acoustic blues laced with songs of sadness, loss, redemption, and hope. Healing.

That reminded me of Eric Bibb. I had, after all, seen him at the same venue back in April. The guy's touring in New Zealand right now - lucky buggers. (Not only do they get summer and a test series against the West Indies...) So there was nothing left to do but hit the CD store. Turned out they didn't have *any* Bibb disc that featured Needed Time. So then I had to hit Amazon. Pulled in three aces at one go -- Friends, An Evening with Eric Bibb (live in Sydney - he really does love them down there), and Sisters and Brothers (with Maria Muldaur... and Rory Block!) Each of these is an absolute gem -- I cannot recommend them highly enough.

And for good measure I also netted the latest Jeff Beck live album -- smoking!!

And then, for good measure, yesterday afternoon (after a very satisying meal featuring Hungarian pancakes, pierogi, and paprikash, so no blues there), TPB and I went and filled our eyeballs and eardrums up with Cadillac Records. Sure, it's a simplified, airbrushed, feel-goody, Hollywood characterization of the birth of the electric blues. But by golly it's good. Excellent performances all round - from Adrien Brody as Len Chess and Jeffrey Wright as Muddy Waters, the two main characters, as well as blow-out supporting roles by Eamonn Walker as Howlin' Wolf, Mos Def as Chuck Berry, Beyonce Knowles as Etta James, and, probably the most nuanced and compelling, Columbus Short as Little Walter. And the music! Oh the music. Some of the early Muddy Waters stuff was brilliant, the part where Willie Dixon introduces the riff for Hoochie Coochie Man made shovers go down my spine, and Beyonce's rendition of I'd Rather Go Blind was simply transcendental. A downright rocking, mean, bad, dirty, old time, all in all, and the old lady cackling her head off and talking back to the actors from a few rows behind me only made it seem all the more authentic.

I believe I'll dust my broom.

Friday, December 12, 2008

You know you got it...


Joss Stone and Melissa Etheridge


Paying tribute to the one and only Janis.


...If it makes you feel good!

Friday, December 05, 2008

If Mumbai Nov 26 was India's 9/11...

... then India should respond exactly as America did -- by attacking a totally unrelated country. (Let's say New Zealand.)

- Stephen Colbert.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Morally Chapter 11

Barack Obama: "American values are America's greatest export."
Jon Stewart: "Well that explains the recession."

Monday, December 01, 2008

Thanksgiving weekend

It was meant to be a weekend of rest and relaxation, after what was possibly the heaviest few weeks of work that I'd ever experienced. I was feeling physically battered, and my brain was on empty. The Thanksgiving weekend could not have come at a better time.

Today, Sunday evening, my body is relaxed. The pains are almost all gone. But the mind, it is full. And confused. And the heart is heavy.

Somewhat surprisingly, one of my primary emotions is irritation -- at the knee-jerk reactions in evidence all around. Within a day of the carnage beginning, I had received invitations to two different facebook groups. One was to a group called something like, "Narendra Modi for PM: Let's show the terrorists who's boss", and the other to a group called something like, "We can eradicate terrorism with a grassroots movement". Comment is superfluous. Then there were the bloggers, boldly hanging their preconceptions out, doing no good to anybody. Then there was the media, breathless, hysterical, and almost unrelievedly stupid. Enough has been said about the Indian channels that telegraphed (ha) the movements of the military to the terrorists, and the American channels whose Indian broadcast licenses expired midway through the crisis. My Zen moment occurred while listening to someone called Miloni broadcast on NDTV one evening -- a single uninterrupted meaningless streamofconsciousness rant stunningly reminiscent of Sarah Palin at her finest. In the middle of this idiocy, scant relief was offered by a couple of voices of sanity: Sanjana Kapoor on NDTV (note how she makes Barkha Dutt recant a lifetime's worth of sensationalism) and, as ever, Juan Cole, excerpted below.

India may well become a global superpower during the coming century. The choices it makes now on how it will deal with this threat of terrorism will help determine what kind of country it will be, and what kind of global impact it will have. While it may be hypocritical of an American to hope that New Delhi deals with its crisis better than we did, it bespeaks my confidence in the country that I believe it can.

Where do the reasonable people disappear?

***

It's getting closer to home all the time. I grew up in a Delhi that was familiar enough with terrorism. We traveled all the time on DTC buses that had stickers all over -- I can still remember the catchy captions: "Look under your seat. There will be a bomb. Raise Alarm. Earn Reward." A movie theater was blown up, not far from where I went to school. There were riots and there were curfews. Our car had a special sticker that allowed us to drive on the public road into the locality where we lived. I lived through 9-11 in New York City. I had a friend who ran from the WTC site, fifty blocks to the United Nations, and spent the next year in therapy.

But this, somehow, is different. Numerous people I contacted know people - friends, even siblings - who were at the Taj, or the Oberoi, or Leopold, just before. Or had plans to go there but changed their minds. An old colleague of my mother's was at the Taj during the siege -- he was rescued early on Friday morning. My friend's wife's colleague was not so lucky -- he was shot dead. All weekend, the news kept trickling in. All weekend, and especially now, the question looms unstated: When will it be our turn? And in this context, I want to thank someone I saw on television. A Canadian called Jonathan Herzlich, who was a guest at the Taj. He was in bed when someone knocked at his door, and something made him not respond. He escaped that night, and the next day told CNN that he urged everyone to go visit India, "or the terrorists have won."

***

There's the question of what happens next. Ministers' resignations aren't going to fix anything. Neither is bombing Pakistan -- America has protected its territory from further attacks, but it has bankrupted itself - both morally and financially - in the effort. Of course, the Pakistani military has seized the opportunity to redeploy forces from the Afghan border, where they never wanted them, to the Indian border. This is exactly what Al Qaeda wants, of course, since their hot spots aren't on the east of Pakistan in the Punjab, they're on the west, in the NWFP. Moreover, the Pakistani establishment wins because any Indian "provocation" can now be interpreted as detracting from the American War on Terror. The sophistication evidenced in the level of preparation -- credit cards, hotel blueprints -- suggests an answer to the oft-posed question of why they did it. This wasn't terrorism as grand statement, a la 9-11, and it wasn't terrorism in search of celebrity, as in Virginia Tech. This was strategic terrorism: call it game theory with a grenade.

The critical question now is how the Americans construe the situation. Currently, the American media is asking "How can we / the Obama administration prevent a crisis situation from developing between India and Pakistan?" Their answer to this question is to fall back on India's history of passivity and hope that India will do nothing (or be pressured to do nothing) since they have generally done nothing. This is exactly the wrong answer, since if India does do something, the Americans will (a) have precipitated a crisis through their inaction, and (b) taken several steps backwards in their War on Terror. The reason this is the wrong answer is because the question itself is wrongheaded. What the Americans should be asking is, "Who was responsible for the Bombay attack, and how do we crack down on them?" It is a moot point whether the terrorists who attacked Bombay were actively trained by Pakistani forces or not. There is sufficient evidence now - if the initial reports are to be believed - that the attackers used Karachi as their launching pad if not their home base. If so, it is not hard to trace the links back to the same sources that the American War on Terror concerns itself with.

The course of action, then, depends on the objective. I don't think it's possible to want to keep all civilians safe everywhere at all times. Let's face it -- the world is getting increasingly crowded; we're not going to be able to end terrorism for good. If the Indian government wants to protect its citizens, it needs to revamp the structure of its intelligence agencies, enable a centralized response unit, ensure intelligence sharing, modernize local anti-terror units, and structure itself for rapid response nationwide. None of these is even close to being a straightforward task. If India attacks sites within Pakistan, the retribution will be severe and unpredictable, and the consequences may well be far worse than the loss of 200 lives and a heritage building. It is America's stated objective to fight terror in the Middle East. If America is to stay true to that objective, much as Obama repeatedly asserted during his campaign, then the pressure on the Afghan-Pakistani border cannot be relieved. But there is a cost to this. If America does indeed strike within Pakistani territory, again as Obama has asserted, it may well be India bearing the brunt of the retribution. But then, am I really advocating that the Indian government sit passively by while terrorists strike?

I think not, because I think that if sufficient force is applied on the Afghan-Pakistani border areas, the terrorist groups will have to try and defend themselves locally. How long that force can be applied, and how successfully, I do not know. All I can say with confidence is that in Afghanistan, history is never on the side of the aggressors. But we - "the civilized world" - need to fight them there so we don't have to see them here. And who's to do the fighting? Methinks America -- after all, they started it.

***

What a happy post this is. But then, would you rather have me rant about the Oklahoma vs. Oklahoma State game (it was brilliant), or the inanity that is the BCS? Let's just give thanks for those we know who are alive.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

MBA Lessons

Hey Kids!

Now that every other one of you is out of a job or soon to be out of one, your minds are naturally turning to that great socially-approved two year recess. So listen up and listen good to Uncle TR's Timely and Handy Tips for Surviving (And Thriving!) in Business School.

Lesson #1: Everyone around you is always spouting off. B-School does that to people. They're just like you inside, only, they've seen someone else spouting. But you wanna fit in, dontcha? So spout away!

Lesson #2: The correct answer always is "It depends". It's a good correct answer so make sure you use it well. Don't just leave it hanging out there like an exposed quarterback. Be careful to couch it in impressive MBA language such as Value, Option, Assessment, Optimize, Leverage, Put, Call, Chapter Eleven, and Touch Base. (PS. You have to learn to speak American now. 'Tailgate' is another useful word to know.)

Lesson #3 (which they don't tell you because the program lasts only 2 years): The correct response to the correct answer is: "On what?" Don't try this on someone who's been in the program for less than two years, unless you want to hear the entire MBA Lexicon churned up in Rank Order of Stochasticity.

Bonus lesson #4: If you ask Lesson #3 to someone in their first or second year, they will usually reply with some variant of "I haven't read the case". You should learn to say this too. It will make the two years go by much quicker.

That's all for now, folks. That will be 70,000 dollars (in Euros, please.) Yes, we accept Paypal, and as a special offer we're also accepting Citibank securities till Thanksgiving. (Or you may pledge to wash our car and fold our laundry after bringing it up from the basement -- that would be good too.) Happy Turkey Day!