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  • Fellow blogger Matt of Cerulean Blue, would like to bring a new book to the attention of readers.  He was contacted by author Murray Suid who wanted his book Words of a Feather featured on Matt’s blog. However, Cerulean Blue has now closed shop and Matt has no public venue where he can promote it. As a long time reader and commenter here, he asked me to post the review on A.B. I am happy to oblige because I used to enjoy Matt’s sense of humor and "word twisting" ability when he was writing and the book should be of interest to anyone who is into "words."

    Here is Matt’s introduction:

    "Linguistic mischief is one of the few things that can make me happy, so I’m in love with a new book called Words of a Feather, by Murray Suid. It provides the etymological history behind a variety of word pairings.  Here’s a bit of the description from the website:

    "What’s the connection between mortgage & mortician? How about the links between maneuver & manure? Pencil & penis? Dictator & dictionary? Or rectitude & rectum? Word lovers will find the answers to such questions in Murray Suid’s Words of a Feather, a zany, fact-filled collection of dual etymologies."

    Oh my. I get all tingly when I read stuff like that. Also, if you think about it, this could possibly be the greatest Christmas gift ever. Smart people love conceptual traipsery of this sort, and the intellectually challenged can boost their IQ with it, so the book’s a suitable gift for anyone.

    For the book’s main site click here. There’s even a quiz available here.  Enjoy."
  • The beautiful island paradise of Fiji has been racked with political and ethnic discord in recent years. Last week saw yet another coup in which the military overthrew the government, accusing it of rampant corruption.  Although the international community did not approve, the Fijians themselves are quite unperturbed.

    Now the self installed Fijian military junta is looking to form a government.  Like any other business in search of qualified candidates and in a show of "transparency", it has resorted to the time honored method of filling up job vacancies.  The coup leader has placed "wanted" ads in the classified section of newspapers.

    "SUVA, Fiji – Fiji’s coup leader ran want ads in local newspapers Saturday to fill vacant Cabinet jobs, trying to piece together a new government for the south Pacific country.

    Army chief Frank Bainimarama has removed a swathe of senior civil servants, including top police officers, saying he is weeding out corruption entrenched in the administration of ousted Prime Minister Laisenia Qarase.

    "Applicants must be of outstanding character and without any criminal records," the advertisements noted, asking aspirants to submit applications at military headquarters by Tuesday. "Each must not have been declared bankrupt."

    "The deadline indicates the urgency in trying to get qualified people in to help in the running of the affairs of the state," Maj. Neumi Leweni, a military spokesman, told state-owned Fiji One News television. He added that the posts of finance and foreign affairs ministers would not be advertised."

  • Whatever I may think of presidential father George H.W. Bush’s politics, I always found the senior Bush’s ability and willingness to shed tears in public, rather endearing. I have seen him cry at least  half a dozen times, mostly while talking about his family, including the tragic loss of a daughter to childhood leukemia . Poppy Bush also tears up when speaking about the "honor" of his "boys", two of whom are successful politicians. This particular emotional display I always find strange. But he is a loving father and I, a partisan critic, so naturally we don’t see eye to eye on this matter. Father Bush too is given to "Bushism," quite distinct from his son’s but intriguing nonetheless. When he was president, I heard Bush Sr. say some pretty weird, quaint things  (Dana Carvey used to do a hilarious impersonation on Saturday Night Live) which left one puzzling over what he had really meant to say. I remember one particularly peculiar Evita moment during a campaign stop in 1992 when George H.W. thoroughly confounded his audience with the following parting shot : "… So don’t feel sorry for — don’t cry for me, Argentina. Message: I care."

    In light of his enigmatic speech (and thought?) pattern, I began to wonder when I watched  Bush Sr. cry again – this time reminiscing about his son Jeb Bush’s ability to handle defeat with grace. The defeat he was referring to, was Jeb’s unsuccessful 1994 gubernatorial bid in Florida – twelve years ago! Jeb has been a successful governor since 1998. So why was Daddy feeling sad for an event in the distant past? Could it be that the tears were really for the more recent political fortunes of his other son, Jeb’s older brother, George W.?  And also for what that son has done to the country? The tearful episode took place one day before the Iraq Study Group’s report was to be released. Senior Bush had to know what his good friend Jim Baker was about to make public regarding his older son’s performance as president.  Surely that is enough to make any parent burst into tears. Or am I just being unnecessarily cynical and suspicious?

    "Former President George H.W. Bush broke down in tears as he cited his son, Gov. Jeb Bush, as an example of leadership. He said he was proud of how his son handled losing the 1994 governor’s race to popular incumbent Democrat Lawton Chiles, and vaguely referred to dirty tricks in the campaign.

    "He didn’t whine about it. He didn’t complain," the former president said before choking up. As he tried to continue, he let out a sob and put a handkerchief to his face. When he spoke again, his words were broken up by pauses as he tried to regain composure.

    "A true measure of a man is how you handle victory and how you handle defeat, so in ’94 Floridians chose to rehire the governor. They took note of his worthy opponent, who showed with not only words but with actions what decency he had," Bush said before again sobbing."

    Note: The title of the post is borrowed from Alan Paton’s famous book.  And here is a link to Senior Bush’s version of Bushism.

  • Back in June, I posted here a review of sorts of Richard Lanham’s The Economics of
    Attention: Style and Substance in the Age of Information
    , and in the
    volley of ensuing commentary between Ruchira and me I mentioned works by
    another author, Michael H. Goldhaber, who has been writing for roughly two
    decades about what he calls the “economics of attention.” Goldhaber has now published his
    review of Lanham’s book in the November issue of First Monday, so I’d like
    to revisit the topic by reviewing Goldhaber’s review. (And if Ruchira thought Prof. Kuspit’s
    remarks about Edward Hopper’s paintings

    were redundant, she’s really going to wonder what’s going on here.)

    Despite his laudatory opening paragraph, Goldhaber is mostly
    disappointed with Lanham’s new work. I
    enjoyed the book, yet I also think Goldhaber has many fair criticisms…as well
    as many unfair ones. Nevertheless, I
    share a number of his concerns. For
    example, I certainly appreciate Goldhaber’s aside regarding the “highly
    misleading” and confusing use of the term “information” to refer variously
    to a component of knowledge or a bit or transaction of data. Like Golhaber, I am wary of the rigors of
    economics, an opinion which in my case may simply be a function of
    ignorance. Nevertheless, I tend to side
    with Lanham, whose point in writing The Economics of Attention
    is to identify economics as a species of rhetoric. 

    Goldhaber will have nothing to do with such a thesis. Instead, he is mildly fixated on the need to
    tweak economic methods and practices—even the very so-called universal laws that
    define the discipline—to account for the new form of currency it now should
    measure. He holds that the reason for
    the current acceleration in production of information we are
    witnessing—“information” in the sense of floods of bits—is that “attention is
    very desirable, in almost endless amounts, at least to some people,” and that
    this newfangled breed of information is how one obtains it. (Lanham, on the other hand, views attention
    as a commodity one seeks to allow one to rise above the flood, to achieve
    salience.) Goldhaber is very likely
    himself one of the people who finds attention very desirable, as he devotes
    more than a paragraph to a demonstration that he is likely the first to have
    come up with the eponymous topic he shares with Lanham and others. The attention one commands by virtue of being
    the first to have done such-and-such is substantial, independent of the
    intrinsic value of such-and-such. (For
    an alternative take on the virtues of innovation, see this opinion piece,
    a tepid reflection on the significance of the automobile in American history.)

    (more…)

  • Now that Anna has introduced her Uncle Ed and his very interesting food site to us through her excellent post, I thought of drawing attention to the other new blogs added to our list recently. Since I opened the door to food on A.B. with my chicken recipe after Thanksgiving, I will look forward to gastronomical articles here from time to time.  Anna and Dean seem to be fine chefs with a lot of food related ideas.  I have added "Food and Drinks" to the categories list for everyone’s convenience. 

    Readers may not have noticed that I recently updated the blog roll on the left – deleting some blogs which have been discontinued, adding a couple of new ones and appending a short description of each blog . The first new blog added is Gene Expression which is a member of the immensely popular Science Seed Blog group (the two other science seed blogs on our list are Pharyngula and A Blog Around the Clock).  GNXP tackles topics mostly related to genetics and anthropology. But its author, Razib is versatile enough to write knowledgably on history and cultural matters. He is also a cat lover who posts pictures of his cats every Friday under the heading "KAT."

    The other blog added to the list may be of limited interest to most A.B. readers, if only for geographical reasons. Eating Out In Delhi, as is evident from its title, is a food review blog based in Delhi. The authors sample food at various eating joints and write of their experience. Inspite of having spent the first half of my life in Delhi, I must confess that all the eating places featured so far on EOID are unfamiliar to me. Perhaps I will have the time to try out some of the recommended eateries on my next trip. Those of you who will perhaps never visit Delhi, do check out the photographs of some unpretentious (but presumably serving delicious fare) eateries in the Indian capital.   

  • While the jitney is a transportation fixture in much of the world, the only jitney I have ridden in the United States was on Flatbush Avenue, in Brooklyn, New York, around ten years ago. I was with my Uncle Ed, and he was on a hunt for superior Jamaican jerk chicken. Even in New York, a city that allowed me to avoid driving until I was 24 years old, public transportation couldn’t take us to the place Ed had in mind, to which he’d been tipped off by the friend of the dishwasher at the restaurant where the chef was the squash partner of…etc.

    The jitney that picked us up near the subway stop for a dollar each was a low-riding, beige tank of a station wagon of indeterminate vintage, cruising with windows rolled down against the summer heat.  We were the only passengers during the ride. Ed leaned forward in his amiable, lumbering way and started a conversation with the driver about the Al Green gospel album playing, which transitioned into Ed’s asking about where the driver, who was Jamaican, liked to eat in the neighborhood. We smelled our destination approaching us on the jitney’s route before we saw it: savory smoke billowed from large oil drums in an empty parking lot next to the small store front.

    I remember the unbelievably delicious jerk chicken we ate at the Flatbush joint as a revelation, having previously associated the item on menus with uninspiring, sweet, glop-covered meat. After ten years, I still remember a spicy cow hoof soup that we tried, though it sticks in my mind as an adventure more than something I’d seek out again.  I remember the owner’s son, a handsome young man in dark glasses who was trying to make it as a reggae star (as we discovered in another Ed initiated conversation). But, my central memory remains the jitney ride, my uncle leaning forward in his seat, wholly comfortable in unfamiliar territory and engaged with where he was, driven on by an infectious enthusiasm for good things to eat.

    Apparently other people admire this quality in Ed, as well. He’s written for publications including Gourmet and the New York Times; current Gourmet Editor and former NYT critic, Ruth Reichel, once referred to Ed as the "Missionary of the Delicious." So, there’s objective support for my, admittedly, biased plug for his new, comprehensive food website, Serious Eats, which officially launches tomorrow morning. The site includes links to many other sites, video, a chat board and much more. I encourage everyone to take a look.

    Apart from my excitement over an outlet for my uncle’s charismatic passion for food, I’m pleased to have a new, centralized resource to seek out for food writing and information. While as a site of general interest perhaps not all of Accidental Blogger’s readers are as food obsessed as I am, I would recommend some of my favorite food writers to even the most indifferent eater out there. As an example to close this post, in a "Foreword" to her collection of essays, The Gastronomical Me (1943), M. F. K. Fisher offered an impassioned apologia for her choice of food as a literary subject that has long been one of my favorite passages of writing, on any topic:

    People ask me: Why do you write about food, and eating and drinking? Why don’t you write about the struggle for power and security, and about love, the way others do?

    They ask it accusingly, as if I were somehow gross, unfaithful to the honor of my craft.

    The easiest answer is to say that, like most other humans, I am hungry. But there is more than that. It seems to me that our three basic needs, for food and security and love, are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot write straightly of one without the others. So it happens that when I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and the hunger for it,…and then the warmth and richness and fine reality of hunger satisfied…and it is all one.

    I tell about myself, and how I ate bread on a lasting hillside, or drank red wine in a room now blown to bits, and it happens without my willing it that I am telling too about the people with me then, and their other deeper needs for love and happiness.

    There is food in the bowl, and more often than not, because of what honesty I have, there is nourishment in the heart, to feed the wilder, more insistent hungers. We must eat. If, in the face of that dread fact, we can find other nourishment, and tolerance and compassion for it, we’ll be no less full of human dignity.

    There is a communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine is drunk. And that is my answer, when people ask me: Why do you write about hunger, and not wars or love?

  • Pigs Perhaps I should have included humor in the category selection for this post. But it is no laughing matter. Religious clashes in public and civic matters hardly ever are. And that such senseless debates keep erupting with sickening regularity, makes me want to cry in frustration. Not far from my own home, in a suburb of Houston, a ridiculous drama involving a proposed mosque, surroundind homes and a shop owner has taken a bizarre turn. Pigs too are involved.

    Craig Baker, a stone and marble shop owner in Katy, Texas, was asked to close his shop and move from the land that his family has owned since the 1800s. (I think the main thoroughfare in the area is named after his family.) The request came from the Katy Islamic Association who has acquired the land next to Baker’s where it plans to build an Islamic cultural complex which includes a mosque. Baker is outraged. To express his annoyance at the mosque builders, he has acquired some pigs and plans to race them every week on his land adjacent to the planned mosque during Friday prayers. The pig racing is not sitting well with the Islamic group which has denied asking Baker to move.

    The proposed Islamic Center has also attracted negative attention from surrounding home owners who are worried about increased traffic on the two lane country road which is the only access to the site. I have no opinion on the conflict between the mosque and the neighborhood subdivisions. But on the matter between Baker and the mosque, my sympathies are with Baker if his claim is true; although he can easily hold his ground without the provocation of the racing pigs. The Islamic Association has no business in asking him to move his shop to make room for their religious activities.

    Read the entire story about this hogwash here.

    KATY — All snout and tail, the pink and brown pigs contentedly rooting in the wire pen behind Craig Baker’s stone shop seem piggishly comic. They’re racing pigs, after all, and that’s got to be funny.

    But few in the sprawling subdivisions along Baker Road are laughing.

    These pigs are subtle weapons, here to show the new neighbors — the Katy Islamic Association — they aren’t entirely welcome. Tension has been growing in this west Harris County community since September when the Muslim group announced it had purchased 11 acres south of Interstate 10 to build a mosque, school, community center and athletic facilities.

    Hard feelings started when Baker met association officials, who, he said, advised him he should move his stone shop.

    "They told me it was time for my family to pack up," said Baker, whose family has occupied its land since the early 1800s. "They said a mosque and a marble shop didn’t go too good together."

    Angered by the perceived insult and aware of Islamic dietary laws banning pork consumption, Baker responded by announcing he would stage weekly pig races on his Muslim neighbors’ holiest day of prayer.

    Since then, the conflict has escalated as residents called a town hall meeting to discuss the planned complex and an anti-mosque page featuring a cartoon pig and a running tally of terrorism victims was posted on the Internet. Numerous complaint calls have been made to county officials.

    Claims and counterclaims have flown. Critics raise concerns about traffic congestion, flooding, possible adverse impact on property values and the "unknown."

    "One of our concerns is what the mosque will look like," said Karen Olson, president of the 120-family Windsor Park Estates Neighborhood Association. " … We look at mosques in other parts of town and they have gold domes. They’re big white structures that stand out. We’re concerned about what we can do as a community to get a development that fits in and doesn’t ruin things."

    Spokesmen for the Islamic group said the fears are unfounded, noting that they intend to comply with county building codes "110 percent" and that attendance at the largest services will probably not exceed 30 worshippers. Their Baker Road neighbors will be welcome to look at plans for the complex, they said, as the project is developed.

    Traffic concerns, Olson said, top her group’s list of worries. Baker Road, she said, is a narrow, two-lane country thoroughfare, and she is concerned that frequent prayer services at the mosque could paralyze traffic in an area that already is home to four large subdivisions. She also worried that heavy traffic might increase maintenance costs for her association, which owns a stretch of a street connecting Fry and Baker roads."

  • Poor man!  Soon after winning a seat in Congress, Rep. Keith Ellison, the first Muslim member of the US House of Representatives was asked by a right wing blowhard to prove that he is not working with the enemy. Now he has raised the ire of conservative commentators Sean Hannity and Dennis Prager who fear that Ellison’s plan to take the oath of office by swearing on the Quran may unravel the fabric of American society. So alarmed are they by the possibility of anyone swearing on any book other than the Christian Bible, that they went on to define some spurious new religions and raised the specter of their unholy books. With characteristic attempt at distortion, Hannity waved the following red herring masquerading as a red flag:

    "…you know, on what grounds will those of you defending this congressman’s decision and his right to choose his favorite book, you know, would you have allowed him to choose, you know, Hitler’s Mein Kampf, which is the Nazi bible? In other words, where does this stop? Is there any limitations whatsoever?"

    Dennis Prager, who is Jewish, asserts that the Christian Bible is the only book that all American lawmakers should swear by. When it was pointed out that several politicians including some US presidents have chosen to forgo swearing on any religious book and that Jewish Supreme Court Justice Arthur Goldberg used the Tanakh, the Jewish Bible, Prager back tracked a bit. He then uttered some feeble excuses about Quakers and the Old Testament etc. which like any other argument mixing religion and politics was hogwash. Before that however, he had fumed with indignation about the Quran, saying:

    "… he will be doing more damage to the unity of America by using the Quran and to the value system that has formed this country than the terrorists of 9-11….. The ceremony is, in fact, the important part. Remember, there have been congressmen and congresswomen of all different faiths. Mormons do not use the Book of Mormon. Secularists do not use the collected works of Voltaire or whatever secular text they want to use. Many people for whom the Bible is not their personal, great religious source have used the Bible, because they are all saying, "This book is the book from which America gets its values in the final analysis."

    Read the entire insane (and inane) exchange here. 

    Wouldn’t it be refreshing if someone pointed out to these "great Americans" that America would be a pretty decent place if US lawmakers just swear by the one book that really matters to America – the US Constitution? Actually, someone did. During a Maryland senate debate about the influence of the Bible on modern American law, Jamie Ruskin a professor of constitutional law at the American University pointed out, "People place their hand on the Bible and swear to uphold the Constitution; they don’t put their hand on the Constitution and swear to uphold the Bible."