Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Metaphorically speaking, are my life-choices sustained by the inadequacy of yours?
Is this the fundamental Mobius strip that serves as the general disciplinary apparatus for ambition and movement?

Monday, July 25, 2005

2 bunches spinach, rinsed & drained
12 oz. shells (or pasta of choice)
1/3 c. olive oil
6 cloves garlic, minced
1/2 tsp. crushed dried hot red chilies
1/3 - 1/2 c. grated Parmesan cheese

Remove and discard spinach stems; chop coarsely and set aside. Cook pasta. Just before pasta is done, stir in spinach. Cook uncovered, stirring to distribute spinach; just until water returns to a full boil. Drain pasta and spinach.
While pasta is cooking, heat oil in a wide frying pan over medium heat. Stir in garlic and chilies. Cook, uncovered, until garlic turns opaque (about 2 minutes).Add pasta and spinach to pan; mix. Mix in Parmesan cheese. Serve.

What are you having for dinner tonight?

Thursday, July 21, 2005

My posts are getting longer as the frequency reduces. Am I falling into the description trap; that which must never be fallen into just like the one who must not be named? And yes, my roommate bought a copy of the Half-Blood Prince and no, I haven't read it yet. Am queuing it for the weekend, right behind Foucault and Ghosh. Also finished reading Saffran-Foer's book today. The second one, 'Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close'. He's inventive, I must give you that. Even his treatment of grief is sufficiently novel without taking away from its visceral, selfish, experience. But beyond that, can he be a story-teller? I don't think so...somehow I seem to have developed a taste for the wide-angle lens and Foer opens a lens only to fold it inwards into unending involution. His prose is beautiful in parts and sentences sometime strike you out of the blue with their uncanny precocious cleverness. But the story? No, nada, nyet....I have been spoiled by the maestros, I don't understand this...and yet, maybe this is here to stay...so all I can do is count myself among the geriatrics and entomb that which I think to be good and true ....and stay there....

On other fronts, have a million different things to write on and some clear thinking to do. This month needs to be decisive in so many ways. And no, it's not a big thing. Just a clearer understanding of academic goals for the year and travel plans for the semester and other such. Hocus-focus and may the rain fall and the stars shine...I have to get back to work...
But last scavenging words, check...

"The Miss World pageant, as one of the most watched, if not the most watched televised event in the world, suggests that, when it comes to popular culture, at the very least, a more nuanced figuring of temporality than globalization is needed. In terms of the pageant's flexible and hybrid production, its massive and culturally diverse audience, it is clearly globalized. In terms of its rules of competition, its reliance on the nation-state for its organization of representation, it is postcolonial. In terms of the race and gender norms it celebrates and inculcates, it is modern and colonial. It can perhaps teach us that Raymond Williams's configuration of the temporal terrain of a periodizing impulse remains indispensable, as globalization moves from the emergent to the dominant, holding the colonial and postcolonial as the vestigial and the residual, struggling to read the resistant (Williams 1977, 129-35; and Williams 1980)."
World Piece - What the Miss World Pageant Can Teach about Globalization, Neville Hoad
(Cultural Critique 58 (2004) 56-81)

if that whets your appetite, the article is available online...
http://muse.jhu.edu/journals/cultural_critique/v058/58.1hoad.html

I need to take a class with this guy!!!

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

The famous saudade of the Portuguese is a vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist, for something other than the present, a turning towards the past or towards the future; not an active discontent or poignant sadness but an indolent dreaming wistfulness...

- A.F.G.Bell

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

I am engineered to be slightly dissatisfied with everything around me...
And on other fronts, I'd rather a musician than an anthropologist be....
Fact of the matter is....I am bored. Halpppp!!!

Thursday, July 07, 2005

It is time to recover this space again. I almost said renovate, but ah well... Am back back back. Back from India and NYC, back from abrasion and noise and the metaphysics of quality to silence, heat, sanitation and straight lines. Blah! Don't mind me, this is just the whining of the first week, shall soon pass.

India was hot for the first fifteen days that I was there and unrelentingly precipitous for the next. The heavens poured down, the lights went out and I ate and slept and stared at the invisible sea. T'was beautiful beyond compare. Also shopped, visited friends in Pune and Bombay and bought tons of useless stuff at Bandra and Sohrab Hall. And visited all the physicians that I cannot afford here on the paltry insurance they offer underpaid overqualified teaching assistants. Watched Bunty& Babli and other such mindless entertainment and so so so LOVED it. My goal for this year is to achieve the perfect state of near-mindlessness, near because I need that thin gap to be able to laugh at it. Imagine not only being blank, but also having the distance to appreciate blankness, like being in and out of a Mondrian at the same time...from colors to monochromes and from grids to spaces...fun eh?

And Abhishek Bachchan by the way, is so definitely the MAN! Caveat: Aforementioned movie recommended only for those who understand, appreciate and are devoted to the fine art of preserving dheet sadak chaap humor.
For example:
Makkha aur makkhi theater se nikalte hain...makkhi kehti hai "main bahut thak gayee"....makkha kehta hai, "kutta kar lein?"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
(Was even conned into a B&B bag incidentally; yes I know, I suck)

Stopped over in NYC on the way back and had the most wonderful time ever. Walked around, saw the Max Ernst and Matisse retrospectives at the Met and watched life unfold in billboards and musicals. Stayed with a dear friend who was kind enough to put me up, take me around and in general make me feel like the world when it manages to preen is not such a bad thing after all. He lives in West New York and I met some of his family and friends and they are all wonderfully warm, open souls. Evidence of beauty is always a relief and yes, the sun came out. In so many ways.