its easy for a practiced mom to make a statement like "people are selfish until they have kids"! what I don't understand is why those unarmed (with kids) are always so easy to take censure and smile at it. ever heard of a mom being open to criticism, of any kind? the immediate retort will be "don't judge until you understand!"
my view is: parenthood expands a person's definition of 'self', to include those born from oneself. but the concentration on the new 'self' is far stronger and more selfish than anything before. ever heard of a parent having time for you, if you're not the offspring? so parents, stop judging others.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Friday, November 1, 2013
its not a coincidence. I do tend to blog only when I'm alone. it doesn't even occur to me when I'm not.
by myself I hear and sense better. I realize more. I feel different, like I'm more myself. all definitions blur and the days are open for experiments. I don't have to sleep at night if I can't. even if my body aches as if I've been wrestling a strong enemy. morning doesn't happen at a specific time. nor do meals, and schedules don't survive. I don't have to celebrate crossing a hurdle if I don't feel the need for celebration. I allow myself wider error gap. its all ok. I needn't conform to what you agree. or those you like. I become white noise. I can err, hugely, widely, and know I'll return to self acceptance. I know I'll be fine, and yes I don't need anyone telling me that.
I speak with people differently. and I talk to different people. I realize how little I know about some. people are the same everywhere. its easy to reach them, to touch them, only if you care to. everyone has a history. something they are not sure they don't regret. but it makes them. everyone hurts within. sometimes I'm amazed, and afraid how easy it is to hurt people, with a look or a glance or an offhanded word or two. you leave marks and bruises on them if you handle them carelessly. the realization feels like a tender sweet cloud, filling in the space between me and them. like an airbag, a pinprick could destroy. and I feel myself becoming weightless so that destruction becomes inconceivable. even in self defense. cos I do hurt them the most who hurt me. be careful what you do to them. your fingerprints could last on their skin forever. they could continue to shiver even after you warm them in your arms. you could see the pain in their eyes even though they're pretending its nothing, and you're helping them pretend. always treasure those who you can hurt, they love you the most. and don't test it.
I had a different day. it was golden and windy. such that my bare shoulders were warm, my feet hot insider my favorite leather shoes, but my armpits dry with the cool breeze. my hair danced around my face, free, impossible to catch and settle down. and my smile felt to me like friendship and conversation and affection.
and now I think back. to a story I heard today. a 16 yr old girl marrying, visiting his family, wearing a burqa. doing things, conforming, for what? foreign, yet familiar. cos she's grown up on the other side of the world in a culture where women could be killed for honor. there, where they were property too, but exhibits. and here, where exhibition is a sin. people are the same everywhere. deep down.
by myself I hear and sense better. I realize more. I feel different, like I'm more myself. all definitions blur and the days are open for experiments. I don't have to sleep at night if I can't. even if my body aches as if I've been wrestling a strong enemy. morning doesn't happen at a specific time. nor do meals, and schedules don't survive. I don't have to celebrate crossing a hurdle if I don't feel the need for celebration. I allow myself wider error gap. its all ok. I needn't conform to what you agree. or those you like. I become white noise. I can err, hugely, widely, and know I'll return to self acceptance. I know I'll be fine, and yes I don't need anyone telling me that.
I speak with people differently. and I talk to different people. I realize how little I know about some. people are the same everywhere. its easy to reach them, to touch them, only if you care to. everyone has a history. something they are not sure they don't regret. but it makes them. everyone hurts within. sometimes I'm amazed, and afraid how easy it is to hurt people, with a look or a glance or an offhanded word or two. you leave marks and bruises on them if you handle them carelessly. the realization feels like a tender sweet cloud, filling in the space between me and them. like an airbag, a pinprick could destroy. and I feel myself becoming weightless so that destruction becomes inconceivable. even in self defense. cos I do hurt them the most who hurt me. be careful what you do to them. your fingerprints could last on their skin forever. they could continue to shiver even after you warm them in your arms. you could see the pain in their eyes even though they're pretending its nothing, and you're helping them pretend. always treasure those who you can hurt, they love you the most. and don't test it.
I had a different day. it was golden and windy. such that my bare shoulders were warm, my feet hot insider my favorite leather shoes, but my armpits dry with the cool breeze. my hair danced around my face, free, impossible to catch and settle down. and my smile felt to me like friendship and conversation and affection.
and now I think back. to a story I heard today. a 16 yr old girl marrying, visiting his family, wearing a burqa. doing things, conforming, for what? foreign, yet familiar. cos she's grown up on the other side of the world in a culture where women could be killed for honor. there, where they were property too, but exhibits. and here, where exhibition is a sin. people are the same everywhere. deep down.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
long procrastinated
I've been wanting to do a post on Israel ever since I got back, but have been putting it off because it seemed like a daunting task. almost two weeks, mostly in Jerusalem, leave me with so much to tell, that I don't think I'm upto it. so I'm taking the easier way out, by this substitute of a photo-blog on it. more later sometime. or maybe in spurts.
- The heart of the conflict:
1. The stone that began 'the world' and housed the 'Arc of the covenant' in its 'Well of Souls'
2. The point where Abraham was called on by God to sacrifice Isaac
3. Where Mohammad ascended into heaven
4. Earlier Solomon's Temple
5. Now 'Haram-ash-sharif'
(there are conflicting legends to some of the above claims)
- The mosque next door, in the direction of Mecca
- Mount of Olives
the oldest olive trees in the world, apparently all siblings
- Praying as close as can get to the 'Holy of the Holies'
- Church of Gethsemane
Next to The garden of Gethsemane, where apparently is Mary's tomb
Also the garden where Jesus met with his disciples to rest. And where he was apparently arrested and betrayed.
- The Dead Sea
Probably will be no more, in 30 yrs or so, the way its shrinking. So salty, it chokes you, threatens to blind you. There's a nudist bit of the beach for those who want it.
Beautiful people, beautiful music.
Holocaust Museum.
Can't possibly cover everything... oh yeah and I kissed an Israeli old man on his cheek because he asked for it by giving me two old books for just 10 shekels. don't have his picture. and I fell in love with the Jewish headscarf (tichel) and have been wanting to wear it ever since.
- The heart of the conflict:
1. The stone that began 'the world' and housed the 'Arc of the covenant' in its 'Well of Souls'
2. The point where Abraham was called on by God to sacrifice Isaac
3. Where Mohammad ascended into heaven
4. Earlier Solomon's Temple
5. Now 'Haram-ash-sharif'
(there are conflicting legends to some of the above claims)
- The mosque next door, in the direction of Mecca
- Mount of Olives
the oldest olive trees in the world, apparently all siblings
- Praying as close as can get to the 'Holy of the Holies'
- Church of Gethsemane
Next to The garden of Gethsemane, where apparently is Mary's tomb
Also the garden where Jesus met with his disciples to rest. And where he was apparently arrested and betrayed.
- The Dead Sea
Probably will be no more, in 30 yrs or so, the way its shrinking. So salty, it chokes you, threatens to blind you. There's a nudist bit of the beach for those who want it.
Beautiful people, beautiful music.
Holocaust Museum.
Can't possibly cover everything... oh yeah and I kissed an Israeli old man on his cheek because he asked for it by giving me two old books for just 10 shekels. don't have his picture. and I fell in love with the Jewish headscarf (tichel) and have been wanting to wear it ever since.
Thursday, May 23, 2013
'One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter"
i wouldn't have expected an ex-chief of Shin Bet (the Israeli internal intelligence agency) to quote that.
maybe this is just my impression but i think a lot of people with absolutely no connections with the middle east, feel something about the Israel-Palestine issue. and I don't know why. at least i always have. more than i feel about the North-East of India, or for that matter, more than what i feel for Kashmir. i don't know why. maybe for me, its easier to have an opinion about a region that i'm alien to, than to say something about people who are fighting occupation by my own country. maybe because of the religious legend of the Kingdom of David, of an inability on my part to denounce their occupation that's based on their belief, and yet because i know its wrong. maybe because somewhere deep down there's a belief that in the resolution of the Israel-Palestine issue, lies the beginning to the larger Islamic issue in the entire world today. i don't know. maybe because there's some hope that there will be a resolution to this, unlike what i feel about the Kashmir issue for example. i don't know. all i know is that the words Israel and Palestine generate a lot of thought in people, and in me.
so I went to see this documentary today. a completely un-hyped and yet brilliantly shot movie, 80% of which is just interviews - of some of the ex-chiefs of the Shin Bet. some 4-5 of them. i don't know what i had expected, i had gone simply out of curiosity. but this was better than anything i hoped to see and learn and know. this was honest. and although there wasn't a single Palestinian's version in the entire film, it seemed to tell the tale from both sides. rather, these guys interviewed honestly admitted to their being mindless and cruel at times, admitted that they knew a killing by them set off a retaliation by Hamas and yet what were they to do when the threat of a retaliation was always real, but there never was an inherent promise of armistice (intertwined with the threat) in case of no targeted killing, admitted that morality was forgotten in their goal to protect their peoples. and they talked not just about Fatah and Hamas, but also about the Jewish underground that killed Palestinians. and they talk about uncovering them as well, but how that was futile in the end cos they were all acquitted. they talk about their misjudgments and how one miscalculated and failed operation made them guilty and restrained the next time, resulting in another failed operation simply because it was overcautious. its so honest that they talk about one of their own as if he was a tyrant. you know they aren't scripting their dialogue when the oldest ex-chiefs contradicts himself by first saying there is no morality in such a war against terrorism, and then an hour later denounces someone else's decision to bomb a target in a populated urban neighborhood (only because it actually killed innocents and the target escaped unscathed).
quite a few of these chiefs resigned, one because of some unethical killings of captured 'terrorists', another because Rabin (probably the only Israeli Prime Minister who strove for a solution) was assasinated. and when he says he took the decision to resign after consulting his wife, i suddenly felt how human he was just like you or me. that invited a question to him by the interviewer about what the wife says to him. and his reply, without a thought, and a slightly embarassed laugh, was strangely stirring. he said, "she keeps me alive".
this is one regional issue, where the occupied are not just fighting the regime, but they are just as much fighting the people of the 'other side' who encroach and illegally settle. i was surprised to hear these guys admit that the settlements were a breach of trust, just as Hamas' attacks were.
the movie combines interviews, history, pictures from major events, security videos, to tell a cohesive story, one that everyone needs to know. especially those living in the region, so that the Palestinians know that Shin Bet is human too, that it understands when they are wronged; and that the Israelis know that a balanced version of the issue is so crucial that even their 'Gatekeepers' don't shy from it. that everyone knows that these people who are given the responsibility to take a blind side in a war, find it impossible to do so. and that each of them have the same last words - cooperation, talks, efforts to a solution.
it was a humbling moment when the credits came up with a sombre background music to it. i felt like i had shared something humane with the other 4 people in the audience. and my only self-reaction to the documentary was a wistful sigh.
here's the trailer
maybe this is just my impression but i think a lot of people with absolutely no connections with the middle east, feel something about the Israel-Palestine issue. and I don't know why. at least i always have. more than i feel about the North-East of India, or for that matter, more than what i feel for Kashmir. i don't know why. maybe for me, its easier to have an opinion about a region that i'm alien to, than to say something about people who are fighting occupation by my own country. maybe because of the religious legend of the Kingdom of David, of an inability on my part to denounce their occupation that's based on their belief, and yet because i know its wrong. maybe because somewhere deep down there's a belief that in the resolution of the Israel-Palestine issue, lies the beginning to the larger Islamic issue in the entire world today. i don't know. maybe because there's some hope that there will be a resolution to this, unlike what i feel about the Kashmir issue for example. i don't know. all i know is that the words Israel and Palestine generate a lot of thought in people, and in me.
so I went to see this documentary today. a completely un-hyped and yet brilliantly shot movie, 80% of which is just interviews - of some of the ex-chiefs of the Shin Bet. some 4-5 of them. i don't know what i had expected, i had gone simply out of curiosity. but this was better than anything i hoped to see and learn and know. this was honest. and although there wasn't a single Palestinian's version in the entire film, it seemed to tell the tale from both sides. rather, these guys interviewed honestly admitted to their being mindless and cruel at times, admitted that they knew a killing by them set off a retaliation by Hamas and yet what were they to do when the threat of a retaliation was always real, but there never was an inherent promise of armistice (intertwined with the threat) in case of no targeted killing, admitted that morality was forgotten in their goal to protect their peoples. and they talked not just about Fatah and Hamas, but also about the Jewish underground that killed Palestinians. and they talk about uncovering them as well, but how that was futile in the end cos they were all acquitted. they talk about their misjudgments and how one miscalculated and failed operation made them guilty and restrained the next time, resulting in another failed operation simply because it was overcautious. its so honest that they talk about one of their own as if he was a tyrant. you know they aren't scripting their dialogue when the oldest ex-chiefs contradicts himself by first saying there is no morality in such a war against terrorism, and then an hour later denounces someone else's decision to bomb a target in a populated urban neighborhood (only because it actually killed innocents and the target escaped unscathed).
quite a few of these chiefs resigned, one because of some unethical killings of captured 'terrorists', another because Rabin (probably the only Israeli Prime Minister who strove for a solution) was assasinated. and when he says he took the decision to resign after consulting his wife, i suddenly felt how human he was just like you or me. that invited a question to him by the interviewer about what the wife says to him. and his reply, without a thought, and a slightly embarassed laugh, was strangely stirring. he said, "she keeps me alive".
this is one regional issue, where the occupied are not just fighting the regime, but they are just as much fighting the people of the 'other side' who encroach and illegally settle. i was surprised to hear these guys admit that the settlements were a breach of trust, just as Hamas' attacks were.
the movie combines interviews, history, pictures from major events, security videos, to tell a cohesive story, one that everyone needs to know. especially those living in the region, so that the Palestinians know that Shin Bet is human too, that it understands when they are wronged; and that the Israelis know that a balanced version of the issue is so crucial that even their 'Gatekeepers' don't shy from it. that everyone knows that these people who are given the responsibility to take a blind side in a war, find it impossible to do so. and that each of them have the same last words - cooperation, talks, efforts to a solution.
it was a humbling moment when the credits came up with a sombre background music to it. i felt like i had shared something humane with the other 4 people in the audience. and my only self-reaction to the documentary was a wistful sigh.
here's the trailer
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
its been quite some time since i was alone like this for a full week. the first two days were great, spreading my wings and feeling all that space around me. and now slowly its getting to me. more so, because school is out and there's not much to do. not much routine that is. i can for sure think of at least 3 things to do that were waiting for exactly such time on hand. but after a full semester i've never been known to myself to be able to continue to work. no, not even learn latex, for which i never before seemed to have the time. i'm simply not inspired to work these days. blame it on the weather, warm and humid, or whatever; its actually just me. and i do love the mornings and evenings, its the afternoons when i shut out every dot of natural light, and stay cooped up in my artificial weather. and get drowsy after lunch, tired of watching movies, sitcoms, trying to read academic papers, or Fuchsia Dunlop's memoir, or playing wordruggle, or checking my email continuously waiting to hear from the elusive Canadian consulate.
and for the last 2 days, at exactly the same time in the afternoon, no matter where i sit in this apartment, with whatever to do in hand, i eventually find myself dozing. with nightmares. and i literally have to drag myself up after more than an hour only to feel disgusted with myself, with a horrid aftertaste in my mouth of sleeping after a meal. today - with a lot of fig-seeds stuck all around my teeth and gums. ugh.
not that i haven't been getting out. yesterday inspired by a movie in which a writer takes a break in a country-house in France where she goes shopping with a pretty basket for food, i set out early morning with my cotton environmentally-friendly, 'love the earth' shopping bag and got some good stuff from my favorite farmers' market. but the trip back made me feel so like a coolie, it totally deflated my spirit, that was already puzzling over why a Texan law stopped me buying alcohol (just some cider!) on a Sunday morning.
its not been all bad though. the morning runs have been great, given that without hubby, i can actually get out even before the sun (thanks to the naps in the afternoons). and with the delayed spring the new route runs parallel to the wildflowers in purple, yellow, pink, and the single-petaled red poppies.
and then this is the only time i've been alone when i'm actually inspired by food. i bought Brussel sprouts for the first time in my life, hoping i could do something with it to change the impression i've been given of it being typical 'eat these if you want to ...' veggies. and i got some beautiful tangy sun-dried tomatoes, to die for. its been a cooking binge as well - with some Middle Eastern shakshuka, Moroccan style eggs, an original multicultural dahi-baingan recipe, and today, still licking my fingers with this
a recipe from Hunan province of China, penned down by Dunlop here.
of course i altered it a lil to make do with what i had - not pork stomach, but tiny pork stew pieces from god knows what part of the body. and disobeyed the author and added salt much before it should have been added to suit my Indian palate. in fact, the picture on the cover happens to be the same dish, although mine looks much different; i added different greens to garnish and my star anises are lost underneath somewhere cos mine seemed to be only broken pieces (bought some years ago from Crawford market in Bombay). but the result was a yummy hot and sweet slow-cooked pork dish with caramelized sugar, chili and soy sauce leading the flavors. which i ate to accompany a documentary about adopted Chinese girl-children around the US and the world. the movie made by a woman who herself adopted a lil infant girl, made for her new daughter, for when she grows up and has questions, many of which will go forever unanswered.
all in all its been quite a Chinese day. that's what i like about this country, the melange of people, of customs, of cuisines, of cultures. i think i'm losing my knack of whipping a quick Indian dish that is also scrumptious. or maybe those skills are just lying low for a while cos it has been some time i really wanted to cook some Indian fare. but even if its withering away, in its place is coming a wide range of lip-smacking flavors. i'm rethinking whether my call in life is to explain pricing dilemmas in little-informed markets, or to host a little cottage with cusine-of-the-day. but for that i will have to learn how to sweeten the tongue after a hearty meal, and i still do not even have the faintest idea how they make either a bread pudding, crunchy golden palmiers, or the stick-to-your-teeth&gums (so you can enjoy the taste for a long time) baklavas.
and for the last 2 days, at exactly the same time in the afternoon, no matter where i sit in this apartment, with whatever to do in hand, i eventually find myself dozing. with nightmares. and i literally have to drag myself up after more than an hour only to feel disgusted with myself, with a horrid aftertaste in my mouth of sleeping after a meal. today - with a lot of fig-seeds stuck all around my teeth and gums. ugh.
not that i haven't been getting out. yesterday inspired by a movie in which a writer takes a break in a country-house in France where she goes shopping with a pretty basket for food, i set out early morning with my cotton environmentally-friendly, 'love the earth' shopping bag and got some good stuff from my favorite farmers' market. but the trip back made me feel so like a coolie, it totally deflated my spirit, that was already puzzling over why a Texan law stopped me buying alcohol (just some cider!) on a Sunday morning.
its not been all bad though. the morning runs have been great, given that without hubby, i can actually get out even before the sun (thanks to the naps in the afternoons). and with the delayed spring the new route runs parallel to the wildflowers in purple, yellow, pink, and the single-petaled red poppies.
and then this is the only time i've been alone when i'm actually inspired by food. i bought Brussel sprouts for the first time in my life, hoping i could do something with it to change the impression i've been given of it being typical 'eat these if you want to ...' veggies. and i got some beautiful tangy sun-dried tomatoes, to die for. its been a cooking binge as well - with some Middle Eastern shakshuka, Moroccan style eggs, an original multicultural dahi-baingan recipe, and today, still licking my fingers with this
a recipe from Hunan province of China, penned down by Dunlop here.
of course i altered it a lil to make do with what i had - not pork stomach, but tiny pork stew pieces from god knows what part of the body. and disobeyed the author and added salt much before it should have been added to suit my Indian palate. in fact, the picture on the cover happens to be the same dish, although mine looks much different; i added different greens to garnish and my star anises are lost underneath somewhere cos mine seemed to be only broken pieces (bought some years ago from Crawford market in Bombay). but the result was a yummy hot and sweet slow-cooked pork dish with caramelized sugar, chili and soy sauce leading the flavors. which i ate to accompany a documentary about adopted Chinese girl-children around the US and the world. the movie made by a woman who herself adopted a lil infant girl, made for her new daughter, for when she grows up and has questions, many of which will go forever unanswered.
all in all its been quite a Chinese day. that's what i like about this country, the melange of people, of customs, of cuisines, of cultures. i think i'm losing my knack of whipping a quick Indian dish that is also scrumptious. or maybe those skills are just lying low for a while cos it has been some time i really wanted to cook some Indian fare. but even if its withering away, in its place is coming a wide range of lip-smacking flavors. i'm rethinking whether my call in life is to explain pricing dilemmas in little-informed markets, or to host a little cottage with cusine-of-the-day. but for that i will have to learn how to sweeten the tongue after a hearty meal, and i still do not even have the faintest idea how they make either a bread pudding, crunchy golden palmiers, or the stick-to-your-teeth&gums (so you can enjoy the taste for a long time) baklavas.
a piece about writing
it's see through. you can tell if its honest. and that is its appeal, that's when its good. so blatantly true that it has no regard for sentiments, one's own and of those who will read, of those who have been written about, of those who may take offence, of how important and how fragile they are.
I know what I need to bring in and yet its not easy. anonymity helps but is sacrificed to human society. and its made worse by the unsaid norms of human society itself. by definitions of what is ugly, disgusting, humiliating, rude, unacceptable.
I know what I need to bring in and yet its not easy. anonymity helps but is sacrificed to human society. and its made worse by the unsaid norms of human society itself. by definitions of what is ugly, disgusting, humiliating, rude, unacceptable.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
I'm still young..
an incident today. the source of a tiny bit of annoyance, a little disbelief, a little of that "really???!!" feeling that talks for itself, and some post-analytical amusement.
me in my yoga pyjamas, a loose, larger than life t-shirt, cross-legged on a bench with my hardcover game theory book in my lap, reading and highlighting with my pretty orange cra-z-art pen. waiting for the yoga class, with its door in view, meaning to use the waiting time to finish off the last bit of this chapter.
i briefly catch the eye of a student who looks like he is marketing/selling something and i congratulate myself on how brief i made that contact last so as to communicate that i do not want to be disturbed. a guy comes and sits by me on the bench. i feel im being observed, i look up and catch him peering at me. weirdo. forgive him cos after all he looks like a desi, and all desis peer at all others, in a foreign land. i continue reading... the guy gets up, goes off, someone else comes and sits. hardly 2 mins of quiet reading, a voice next to me asks, "have you got a test or something coming up?". i look up, its the same guy. i smile against myself, at the question. and before i can retort with "what's it to you" or a "do i know you?", a "no" spills out of me.
"well then?" he actually bothers to continue. i want to say "really?? that's the best you could do to talk to a strange girl?" but i look at him one full glance. and then shut my book, and inform him "I am teaching this book" !!
i got up then and went to the yoga class. should have got a good look of his face but i just stopped enough to hear an "Ohh"
Friday, March 8, 2013
because I'm worth it
my very first box of pretty, non-disposable, real Japanese chopsticks (made in China). cos I deserve this.. after being complemented on my adept wielding of these sticks in a traditional Japanese restaurant, with the reference point of my partner who stuck to his fork!!
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
lately my blog is becoming more my channel to share others' ideas and thoughts. but if repetition makes something more effective, why not??
so here goes.. something I try to express but fail to... in all those futile arguments over why 'we' always need a punching bag. a Manmohan Singh who is responsible for our miseries..
http://the-phoenix-chronicles.blogspot.in/2008/12/me-myself-and-hypocrite.html
http://thelocalteaparty.com/post/44691218545
so here goes.. something I try to express but fail to... in all those futile arguments over why 'we' always need a punching bag. a Manmohan Singh who is responsible for our miseries..
http://the-phoenix-chronicles.blogspot.in/2008/12/me-myself-and-hypocrite.html
http://thelocalteaparty.com/post/44691218545
Saturday, March 2, 2013
the Economics of 'asking'
voluntary provision to public goods...? is this Varian's idea of those who care for the good the most, will pay and provide for others...
and her full name really is Amanda Fucking Palmer.
and her full name really is Amanda Fucking Palmer.
a second best solution and an unfair world
a 2nd best solution to the informational asymmetry of private values is given by offering buyers a menu of contracts and the choice of contracts separates buyers into high and low values. the mechanism design of such second degree price discrimination apparently turns out to be really old, long before game theory. this is a quote (translated I presume) from 1844 by Dupuit, a Belgian railroad engineer:
"It is not because of a few thousand francs which would have to be spent to put a roof over the third class carriages or to upholster the third class seats that some company or other has open carriages with wooden benches... What the company is trying to do is to prevent the passengers who can pay the second class fare from traveling third class; it hits the poor not because it wants to hurt them, but to frighten the rich... And it is again for the same reason that the companies, having proved almost cruel to third class passengers and mean to second class passengers, become lavish in dealing with first class passengers. Having refused the poor what is necessary, they give the rich what is superfluous."
Incentive compatibility constraints beautifully explained. Rob the lowest value customer of all reservation utility and give informational rents to the higher types.
"It is not because of a few thousand francs which would have to be spent to put a roof over the third class carriages or to upholster the third class seats that some company or other has open carriages with wooden benches... What the company is trying to do is to prevent the passengers who can pay the second class fare from traveling third class; it hits the poor not because it wants to hurt them, but to frighten the rich... And it is again for the same reason that the companies, having proved almost cruel to third class passengers and mean to second class passengers, become lavish in dealing with first class passengers. Having refused the poor what is necessary, they give the rich what is superfluous."
Incentive compatibility constraints beautifully explained. Rob the lowest value customer of all reservation utility and give informational rents to the higher types.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Thursday, January 31, 2013
women are central to the evolution of cultures, attitudes, and prejudices. we categorize people more often, put them into fewer boxes. we also feel with more pain, are capable of stronger empathy. we put ourselves in others' shoes more. and denounce them. or praise them. both with more sincerity and emotion than men do. and anyway, who am I to talk about men and women? who am I to categorize?
they said educate the women and you educate the world. feed the women and you feed all that comes from their womb. sensitize the women and you sensitize their rapist sons and brothers. maybe. sensitize the women and you eradicate xenophobia from the world. this is a woman, who does not restrict herself as one, talking to others, trying to free minds, making them see outside of their self-painted boxes.
http://www.ted.com/talks/io_tillett_wright_fifty_shades_of_gay.html
they said educate the women and you educate the world. feed the women and you feed all that comes from their womb. sensitize the women and you sensitize their rapist sons and brothers. maybe. sensitize the women and you eradicate xenophobia from the world. this is a woman, who does not restrict herself as one, talking to others, trying to free minds, making them see outside of their self-painted boxes.
http://www.ted.com/talks/io_tillett_wright_fifty_shades_of_gay.html
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