As I noted in this commentary at Planetizen, back in 2007, the graduate schooling in the social sciences, after an undergraduate in electrical engineering, was a result of wanting to do something to mitigate the suffering caused by economic deprivation.
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Every profession is a conspiracy against the laity
Consider this excerpt: For upper-middle class men, notes sociologist Michèle Lamont, a
The older I get, the more I can think about the mistakes, small and large, that I have made. "How could I have been that stupid?" I often ask myself. But, hey, stupid is as stupid does! Thanks to the years, I have also had my s
I like to think that the reason for the adoption of English as a dominant global language lies not in its adaptability or the geographic reach of the British Empire, but in a phenomenally easy one: the utterly uncomplicated, and simple-syllable, way of saying "I love you." That phrase explains it all.
... the economy will collapse tomorrow morning That is pretty funny, and profound when you consider the source: Samantha Who? Yes, that Christina Applegate sitcom, which
A few weeks ago, when I was in Los Angeles, I walked over to Trader Joe's, which was an easy fifteen minutes on foot. I wanted to pick up flowers to brighten up my daughter's and son-in-law's charming home that was being dulled by my presence. Plus, hey, which daughter won't like flowers, right? I p
I am no Luddite. But, there is not a day that goes by without me wondering and worrying that this latest version of the Industrial Revolution might really be the job killer that Luddites have always feared. Reading George Packer's essay in the New Yorker and
The news item on Srikanth "Sri" Srinivasan getting overwhelming Senate confirmation on his appointment to the country's second most powerful court was exciting at so many levels. For one, an Indian-American. And a Tamil name at that! In
Every single dish that my neighbors had on the menu at dinner last night at their home was simply delicious, as always. "The best food at the best restaurant in town" is how I, yet again, referred to the delightful dishes they put together. One was new item on the menu that I hadn't ever had in all these
Not a shopper by any means, during the rare visit to anything other than a grocery store, I make sure to scan the clearance shelves. Works with my restricted budget status over the past few years. At 50% off was a packet of MTR Rava Dosa mix. At a non-grocery store. What a globalized worl
Easy there, before you draw your weapons. Calm down. Don't jump to conclusions, yet. First, consider this excerpt: Most men hold charm in vague suspicion: few cultivate it; still fewer respond to it; hardly any know whether they have it; and almost none can even identify it. Women
When I saw the seashells chocolates box on the dining table, I remembered, yet again, my daughter. The image of her, from years ago, as a teenager having those chocolates while watching Grease for the nth time. I walked back upstairs to grab the Grease CD, to play during the drive to work. Next to t
In commenting on this post on the multinational existence of my extended family, Chris wonders about the Indian migration to Latin America, which then makes me recall old stories, in a Bill Cosby-like rambling
I doubt whether my parents would have ever imagined in the early years of their married life how multinational our family would later become: I am a US citizen, my sister lives in India, and my brother is an Australian citizen. Three siblings in three countries on three different continents!
There were a number of reasons why I hated--yes, that strong an emotion--the college where I did my undergraduate studies. One of them was this: the pathetic library it had. Now, maybe my expectations coming out of high school were unrealistic. But, I had assumed that a college would have a library that w
A few years ago, I had included in the syllabus a reading on the crisis in Darfur--this was back when it was a major problem. I provided students with a map of Africa, with the outline of the political boundaries of countries without their names, and asked them to identify Sudan and a few other countries. One st
The introductory class that I am teaching this term, made me wonder and question, yet again, what exactly higher education is about. I have noticed over the past couple of years that students get a lot more focused whe
When we were kids, my brother and I once were upset with something--the details I have forgotten now, and I am sure it was something absolutely trivial--and we decided that we would go on a hunger strike. I couldn't have been even at a double-digit age, and my brother is two years younger, and there we were refusing to eat
Paging Dr. Freud. It is related to an important organ of mine for which he might have some answers. No, not that organ. The brain.
As unfair as it might seem, one-term US presidents simply cannot ever return as presidential candidates to give the presidency another shot. Thus, Jimmy Carter and George H.W. Bush didn't need anyone telling them that their political days ended with their respective defeats. Further, the constitution compels the
One student in an online class remarked something complimentary (I hope so, at least) about me bringing in readings and other materials from so many different places that are not necessarily academic in nature. But then, that is what I have signed up for by opting for the teaching profession. Teaching is not mer
A few months ago, one day I saw a couple of ants in the kitchen. I went on a red alert after killing them--I was sure that the two meant that more were on their way. Sure enough, they came. In increasing numbers. After a few more days of spot and kill, when I saw a long line of them marching, I call
In an earlier post, I noted the logic that if we as consumers want to pay nothing more than $14 a shirt, then it can happen only with the kind of conditions that led to the catastrophe in Bangladesh. The New Yorker
This blog post on the tax we are effectively imposing on the younger generation attracted quite a few visits, according the site traffic data. I commented there, rather sarcastically, that:
A continuation of sorts of the posts over the years. Growing up in India, there was no concept of a special day for mothers. Or fathers. In my initial years in the US, the concept of wishing mother or father seemed strange. Very odd. The idea of wishing on a designated day is the
Am re-posting here an op-ed of mine that was published in the Statesman Journal back in October 2011. It is a follow-up to the comment that Mike Thissel posted in response to this post. ***************
I started reading Cass Sunstein's essay in the New York Review of Books because it was about one of
In what seems like eons ago, when I had started teaching in California, we were discussing nuclear energy in the economic geography class. One student, whose name I have forgotten all these years later, with a track record of wisecracks, raised his hand. I should have known better than to recognize his hand, but
It feels like hotter than hell, and the high was only 82 degrees. Yesterday it was even hotter--89 degrees, and about 20 degrees higher than normal. Damn this global warming! Eleven years in the mild conditions of Oregon have spoilt me. Completely. When the temperature goes more than 72
Yes, we have completed only five weeks of the ten-week quarter. But, I am ready to call it a success. I don't have to wait for any longer. It is not that I don't have to classes anymore; I do. I have tests to assign and papers to grade. But, yes, the term is a success already.