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The Stench of Augusta National
Augusta National Golf Club just admitted two female women into its ranks. But why are so many people hailing it as a victory for women? Did women and the so-called Women’s Movement really need authentication by an effete old boy’s network of stodgy businessmen? On the surface it would appear that they have finally put…
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Citius, Altius, Fortius
The Olympic motto has always intrigued me because across so many disciplines it seems to be honored more in the breach than the observance. Faster, Higher, Stronger is a clean set of aspirations for athletes all over the world—beautiful in its simplicity and crystalline clarity, with no room for doubt (now that electronic photo-finishes are…
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What’s An American?
A dozen years ago I became a US citizen, joining my children and circle of friends in this grand experiment. It wasn’t easy dealing with the INS and a battery of incompetent petty bureaucrats who forced us to take our fingerprints four times on four separate occasions spread over two years (for a variety of…
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I Love Golf, Hate its Culture
I love the game of golf. I love the paradox of its simple complexity. I love the way it challenges my inner demons. I love the fact that the golf course is the one place where I am extremely patient with myself (not so patient when idiots ignore the etiquette of the game). As an…
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Introduction of Kal Penn (Indian Cultural Dinner at Illinois State University, April 22, 2014)
Obviously most college students would know Kal Penn from his role as Kumar on the Harold & Kumar movies or from the TV show House. Personally, I remember him from the wonderful adaptation of Jhumpa Laihiri’s incandescent novel The Namesake, a story about Indian immigrants and the constant struggle to assimilate. But, as I’m sure…
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Teaching Online??
At the risk of offending my employers and colleagues I cannot wrap my mind around online teaching. I realize that it’s a modern version of the old “degree by correspondence,” but I even found that to be problematic. So am I just a fuddy-duddy traditionalist” mired in the past, unable to come to terms with…
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Heady Bangkok!
Every morning at 6am, as the city raised its sleepy torso under a humid blanket, I would set out for a brisk walk on the campus of Srinakharinwirot University (try rolling that on your tongue), the fragrance of spices from nearby canteens and cafeterias wafting towards me on day-breaking slivers of light. Ah, it felt…
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Artistic Contests–A Paradox
Ever since The Dionysia in ancient Greece, competitions have been part of the artistic landscape—theatre and music competitions, painting and sculpture prizes; novels, poems, short stories, etc., all judged so that one may be deemed better than the rest; the list is endless. We have just entered the arts competition season—Golden Globes, Oscars, Grammys, Emmys,…
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Death of an Artist
The agony of time and distance is sometimes unleashed furiously upon the soul. I was browsing through some news reports when I read this phrase: “the late Chetan Datar…” Late??? How? When? I knew this man; met him on my last visit to Mumbai in 2001, when I was making a documentary about theatre in…
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An Indian Christmas
Christmas in India, a predominantly Hindu nation, is a very interesting festival. The country is so diverse, with a myriad of cultures each with its own language, food, clothing, and traditions, that I am always loath to describe any part of it for fear of suggesting a generalization that doesn’t hold true for the rest;…