Food: Chandigarh and Pune

December 22, 2017 • 11:30 am

Yes, I have tourist photos, but they’re a lot more work to put up because I need to do the background research and add links. Many of those must therefore wait till I return to Amerika. Today, once again, you get to see food porn.

The cook at the IISER (Indian Institute of Science Education and Research) in Chandigarh is very good, and they made me a special vegetarian lunch. The highlight was a dish of “saag’—usually spinach but here a special seasonal mixture of greens.It was superb. 

Aloo ghobi (cauliflower and potatoes):

Special dal (lentils) with butter. Fresh hot chappatis (flat, round hot breads) were brought round throughout the meal, as they are best served hot and supple. As always, we eat without our right hands, using the bread to enfold morsels of food:

That night the students in Dr. Prasad’s fly lab took me out for a North Indian Mughlai dinner. We ordered separately (we usually share), and I had an enormous vat of butter chicken, eaten with the thin rumali roti bread:

The local speciality tarka dal (lentils):


And one of my favorite desserts: gajar ka halva: a carrot dessert that I’ve made once and never will again, as you have to constantly watch and stir the grated carrot-butter-sugar-spice (cardamom) mixture as it reduces and combines for hours. This is a fantastic sweet:

I am now in Pune (formerly “Poona”) now until Christmas Day, and Pune is here:

We had a kebab dinner on my first night in Pune. Here’s one of the specialities that, I’m told, is available only here: a stuffed chicken kebab (soft mutton kebab not shown). A cabbage-y salad is on the side:

After dinner my host decided to take me for two desserts. The first was a Mumbai-based ice cream chain, “Natural”, which is now expanding. It’s popular because it has extremely high quality product made with big pieces of fresh fruit and natural flavoring. The small stall is on the right:


The flavors (look up the fruits you don’t recognize). It was a hard choice:

I had anjeer (fig), with a lovely figgy flavor and loaded with chunks and flecks of dried fig. They could easily make this flavor in America, but I’ve never seen it.

We then repaired to a local Bengali sweet house for our second dessert, where I had a steamed version of misti dohi, a yogurt sweet made with spices, pistachios (here), and flavored with jaggery, or boiled down raw cane sugar. Luscious!

I was tired last night and wanted a light, quick dinner, so we went to a south Indian place where I had a Mysore masala dosa with extra spice. It came with sambar (the spicy soup) and onion and coconut chutney:

And breakfast this morning in the guest house (I moved out of the hotel downtown as there was a LOUD discotheque immediately above my room): idli (steamed rice cakes, a South Indian staple), coconut chutney, channa (chickpeas), sojji (a sweetened cream of wheat), fresh fruit, fruit juice, and good strong South Indian coffee with milk. Although we’re not really in South India, its vegetarian cuisine seems to be quite popular in Pune:

 

 

“The greatest nine minutes in sports history”: Was Secretariat the best athlete of all time?

December 22, 2017 • 9:45 am

Reader Randy Schenck sent this, and I quote verbatim from his email:

I call this video the greatest nine minutes in sports history because when you look up greatest athletes of the 20th century it gives lists of people and pretty much talks about human athletes.   However, if the entire animal world is included in this ranking, I think this mammal sits atop the pile as the best athlete—and it only takes 9 minutes of video to make the case.

Also known as big red, Secretariat’s performance in the 1973 Triple Crown is an achievement without equal.  It was probably the second race, the Preakness [JAC: starts at about 3:25], that caused most viewers to take notice and ask the question: what just happened here?  He started last into the first turn and then, powering his way to the front, it was suddenly all over.  The Belmont is the race everyone remembers, but it was the Preakness that told all, this was something special.

JAC: Indeed, why shouldn’t a horse be counted as an athlete? What’s the difference between a horse and a human sprinter in terms of abilities?

I have to say, the 22-length victory at the Belmont is simply astounding.

TGIF: Hili dialogue

December 22, 2017 • 6:30 am

by Grania

So we’ve made it to the end of another week and the Christmas Wars are well and truly upon us. My local supermarket has reached fever-pitch as shoppers frantically buy up supplies before all shops close forever.

Here’s an amazing octopus getting out of a tight spot. I’m guessing this incident didn’t help advance the cause of human-octopus trust issues particularly much.

https://twitter.com/Attenboroughs_D/status/916405522710061057

I’m shocked. Shocked. No way anyone could see this happening.

And this week in pareidolia. I don’t think it’s Jesus though.

And a sobering point:

And finally an enigmatical* utterance from Hili.

Hili: Appearances can be deceptive.
A: What do you mean?
Hili: Just what I said.

In Polish:

Hili: Pozory mylą.
Ja: Co masz na myśli?
Hili: To co mówię.

 


  • It’s a word. If it’s good enough for Shakespeare, it’s good enough for me.

Hat-tip: Charleen, Matthew

An email from Istanbul (note: felids!)

December 21, 2017 • 12:30 pm

My friend Andrew Berry teaches a mini-course in Istanbul once a year, and of course Istanbul is Cat City Central (see below). I got an email from him today about his encounter with a cat while lecturing. As you’ll see, Istanbul cats are especially fearless, as the citizens of that beautiful city nurture them and defer to their needs. I post this with Andrew’s permission.

I’m in Istanbul, teaching evolution at Sabanci University.  An unexpected highlight yesterday was, well, rather charming, and brought you to mind.

As you well know, Istanbul is a very cat-y city.

https://www.economist.com/blogs/prospero/2017/02/paw-sitive-relationship

And campus here is no exception.  There are various cats that roam the halls of the university, fed, I think, by cat-loving members of staff.  Yesterday morning, I was halfway through a lecture  (some 300 students in a cavernous lecture theatre) when a cat wandered in through the side door at the front giving access to the stage.  The cat, not appearing especially interested in what I was saying, decided to brush up, in the way that cats do, against the podium.  While I cheerfully held forth about — yes! — Turkish creationism, the cat explored its surroundings.  On the screen, I was showing the students my claim to fame in this particular area:

http://harunyahya.com/en/works/14429/darwinists-now-raise-their-hopes

And the cat kept looking around.  Then, unable to suppress its urge to explore vertically, it leapt in a single graceful bound on to the podium, delighting its student audience in the process.  The top of the podium is not especially spacious and most of it was occupied by my laptop.  This, apparently, looked like a nice place to sit down (I suppose it’s pleasantly warm), so the bloody animal plonked itself down on my keyboard.  This promptly disconnected the computer from the projector, killing my presentation.  The students were naturally extremely pleased by this performance.  I, however, began worrying that a conspiracy was afoot: that the cat was some kind of stealth agent sent in to my lecture by Turkey’s creationists with explicit instructions to interrupt and disrupt.  I accordingly expected resistance, so it was a relief that Creation Cat could easily be induced to forsake its comfy new perch, meaning that I could relaunch the presentation.  The cat, unimpressed by what it had found at the dizzying heights atop the podium, decided that this was all too exhausting, and wrapping itself, on the floor, around one edge of the foot of the podium, fell asleep.  There it remained for another hour or so, until after I’d finished the lecture.

Well, there you go.  Even though I most definitively am not a cat person (I’m allergic to the damn’d things.  I suppose that makes me a nothing person, because, as I think you know, I’m also not a dog person), I have to hand it to this beast.  What it did, it did well: stylishly, and with commendable unflappability.  Fortunately, not quite, as lecturing problems go, a cat-astrophe, but nearly.

I asked Andrew if he had a photo of this, and he responded with a similar photo:

In case it’s helpful, see below, I found this online.  It’s not my cat, but it is at this university, and doing something not far removed from what mine was doing (ie lounging on a lecture podium; this one, in contrast to mine, seems to have had the good grace to avoid the laptop keyboard)

JAC: I recommend to readers once again that they see the recent movie Kedi, a terrific and heartwarming picture of the cats of Istanbul and the people who care for them. It’s at once a portrait of the city, of its inhabitants, and of their unique relationship with semi-feral moggies. I wrote a short review of the movie in July, and I see the critics at Rotten Tomatoes gave it a very high rating:

If you have a cat lover on your Christmas list, a DVD of Kedi is the perfect gift.  Remember, the last movie I recommended highly was “Spotlight”, and it won the Oscar for Best Picture and Best Original Screenplay in 2015.

Jon Haidt on intersectionality and identity politics

December 21, 2017 • 11:00 am

City Journal has published the text of a recent talk  (the Wriston lecture at the Manhattan Institute; video below) given by social psychologist Jonathan Haidt, “The age of outrage: what the current political climate is doing to our country and our universities”.

Here’s one except:

Let us contrast King’s identity politics with the version taught in universities today. There is a new variant that has swept through the academy in the last five years. It is called intersectionality. The term and concept were presented in a 1989 essay by Kimberlé Crenshaw, a law professor at UCLA, who made the very reasonable point that a black woman’s experience in America is not captured by the summation of the black experience and the female experience. She analyzed a legal case in which black women were victims of discrimination at General Motors, even when the company could show that it hired plenty of blacks (in factory jobs dominated by men), and it hired plenty of women (in clerical jobs dominated by whites). So even though GM was found not guilty of discriminating against blacks or women, it ended up hiring hardly any black women. This is an excellent argument. What academic could oppose the claim that when analyzing a complex system, we must look at interaction effects, not just main effects?

But what happens when young people study intersectionality? In some majors, it’s woven into many courses. Students memorize diagrams showing matrices of privilege and oppression. It’s not just white privilege causing black oppression, and male privilege causing female oppression; its heterosexual vs. LGBTQ, able-bodied vs. disabled; young vs. old, attractive vs. unattractive, even fertile vs. infertile. Anything that a group has that is good or valued is seen as a kind of privilege, which causes a kind of oppression in those who don’t have it. A funny thing happens when you take young human beings, whose minds evolved for tribal warfare and us/them thinking, and you fill those minds full of binary dimensions. You tell them that one side of each binary is good and the other is bad. You turn on their ancient tribal circuits, preparing them for battle. Many students find it thrilling; it floods them with a sense of meaning and purpose.

And here’s the strategically brilliant move made by intersectionality: all of the binary dimensions of oppression are said to be interlocking and overlapping. America is said to be one giant matrix of oppression, and its victims cannot fight their battles separately. They must all come together to fight their common enemy, the group that sits at the top of the pyramid of oppression: the straight, white, cis-gendered, able-bodied Christian or Jewish or possibly atheist male. This is why a perceived slight against one victim group calls forth protest from all victim groups. This is why so many campus groups now align against Israel. Intersectionality is like NATO for social-justice activists.

This means that on any campus where intersectionality thrives, conflict will be eternal, because no campus can eliminate all offense, all microaggressions, and all misunderstandings. This is why the use of shout-downs, intimidation, and even violence in response to words and ideas is most common at our most progressive universities, in the most progressive regions of the country. It’s schools such as Yale, Brown, and Middlebury in New England, and U.C. Berkeley, Evergreen, and Reed on the West Coast. Are those the places where oppression is worst, or are they the places where this new way of thinking is most widespread?

Do read (or watch) the whole talk. Haidt does end on an optimistic note, but it doesn’t make me very optimistic.

Here’s the whole lecture if you want to watch it:

h/t: cesar

Readers’ wildlife photos

December 21, 2017 • 10:00 am

The vast majority of wildlife photos are back in Chicago, but here’s an urban wildlife saga from reader Fred Dyer:

I thought you might find this amusing.  ​​My wife threw some overripe apples down the wooded slope off our back deck in Michigan. Some critter thought that maybe a safer place for this apple was in a tree, about 20 feet off the ground. A squirrel I would guess, creating order out of disorder. I took the picture two days ago.  The apple is gone now.

Perhaps I’m imagining, but if you zoom in I think you can see teeth marks on the apple

Thursday: Hili dialogue

December 21, 2017 • 6:30 am

by Grania

Welcome to the shortest or longest day of the year, depending on whether you live up north or down south. Birthdays are being celebrated today by Emmanuel Macron, Jane Fonda and Samuel L. Jackson. Apollo 8 was launched today in 1968 and the world ended in 2012. Okay, maybe not that last one. Stupid Mayans*.

On the Twitters today, courtesy of Matthew:

And more from the world of mammals (click on the white arrow to play the video).

https://twitter.com/BoringEnormous/status/942847982080352256

In Cat News, Jerry received this missive from his nephew Gus the Cat.

Hoi Onkel!
Oll kindza tings heppend tday, I haz bin bizee runnin round lik krazee.
1) De humbugzez hev arrifved, hoorey!
2) Staffz hez mad de cookeez fur santa en dey passez inzpekton, wel dun staffz!
3) I gotted a stokkin fur Santa te put de pokchopz in. I haz putzit on de bunneh box zo Santa noes hetz fur mee.
I noes dat u haz bin sooper bizee too en I hopez u iz okey. I worree u noe.
Neffu Gus

 

As Proust liked to say: À la recherche du temps perdu. Hili is reflecting on her youth where she was admittedly adorable.

Hili: How much charm there is in such a tiny cat.
A: This is a picture of you when you were a kitten.
Hili: Exactly.

In Polish:

Hili: Ile wdzięku jest w takim małym kocie.
Ja: To twoje zdjęcie jak byłaś mała.
Hili: No właśnie.

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  • No, I don’t actually think the Mayans were stupid. The drama-mongerers of the 21st century on the other hand, are another story.