First, a little explanation: A combination of de-motivation and procrastination, awesome words (Carl Dennis, Wallace and others), and my own desire to see something nice when I visit my own blog - are the cause of this sudden flurry of posts. One of the most recommended things to beat the blahs is a good walk/run, and I'm a strong-voiced proponent.
I started running a few years ago for the sense of strength and well-being it brings me, even if it is purely biochemical. Though I try (really!) not to preach about exercise, it is hard not to want to share the high it brings. The quote below sums it up so well, maybe it will even inspire me enough to just shut up about how great it is to run :)
"Even if you'd never get old or even get fat;And your dog could take itself out; And everyone loved you; And you always slept well; And you never got sad; And all your teachers all thought you were a genius; And no one ever broke up with you; And every scholarship was a full scholarship;And the world wasn't a mess; And your body looked good all on its own; And every day in every way; You felt like you just wanted to feel...
YOU'D STILL RUN."
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
This is water
After my rather silly rant yesterday, I came across some wonderful resources on productive mind-hacks (ways to inspire a procrastinating freelancer ;)), one of which mentioned this little gem. A book called "This is water" by David Foster Wallace, based on a commencement speech he gave a few years ago. Here's a link to the speech.
The mention of just remaining aware of all the possibilities every minute, day in and day out, also reminded me of this poem by Carl Dennis.
Candles
If on your grandmother's birthday you burn a candle
To honor her memory, you might think of burning an extra
To honor the memory of someone who never met her,
A man who may have come to the town she lived in
Looking for work and couldn't find it.
Picture him taking a stroll one morning,
After a wasted month with the want ads,
To refresh himself in the park before moving on.
Suppose he notices on the gravel path the shards
Of a green glass bottle that your grandmother,
Then still a girl, will be destined to step on
When she wanders barefoot away from her school picnic
If he doesnt stoop down and scoop the mess up
With the want-ad section and carry it to a trash can.
For you to burn a candle for him
You needn't suppose the cut would be a deep one,
Just deep enough to keep her at home
The night of the hayride when she meets Helen,
Who is soon to become her dearest friend;
Whose brother George, thirty years later,
Helps your grandfather with a loan so his shoe store
Doesn't go under in the Great Depression
And his son, your father, is able to stay in school
Where his love of learning is fanned into flames,
A love he labors, later, to kindle in you.
How grateful you are for your father's efforts
Is shown by the candles you've burned for him.
But today, for a change, why not a candle
For the man whose name is unknown to you?
Take a moment to wonder whether he died at home
With friends and family or alone on the road,
With noone to sit at his bedside
And hold his hand, the very hand
It's time for you to imagine holding.
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The mention of just remaining aware of all the possibilities every minute, day in and day out, also reminded me of this poem by Carl Dennis.
Candles
If on your grandmother's birthday you burn a candle
To honor her memory, you might think of burning an extra
To honor the memory of someone who never met her,
A man who may have come to the town she lived in
Looking for work and couldn't find it.
Picture him taking a stroll one morning,
After a wasted month with the want ads,
To refresh himself in the park before moving on.
Suppose he notices on the gravel path the shards
Of a green glass bottle that your grandmother,
Then still a girl, will be destined to step on
When she wanders barefoot away from her school picnic
If he doesnt stoop down and scoop the mess up
With the want-ad section and carry it to a trash can.
For you to burn a candle for him
You needn't suppose the cut would be a deep one,
Just deep enough to keep her at home
The night of the hayride when she meets Helen,
Who is soon to become her dearest friend;
Whose brother George, thirty years later,
Helps your grandfather with a loan so his shoe store
Doesn't go under in the Great Depression
And his son, your father, is able to stay in school
Where his love of learning is fanned into flames,
A love he labors, later, to kindle in you.
How grateful you are for your father's efforts
Is shown by the candles you've burned for him.
But today, for a change, why not a candle
For the man whose name is unknown to you?
Take a moment to wonder whether he died at home
With friends and family or alone on the road,
With noone to sit at his bedside
And hold his hand, the very hand
It's time for you to imagine holding.
==========
Monday, April 18, 2011
Motivation
My email inbox overflows with compliments. Some are delicately phrased critique of samples, others are more immediate "It looks fine, no editing needed!" Complete with smiley faces and wishing me luck, wanting to stay in touch and looking forward to working with me.
You would think this would make me happy, wouldn't you? These are ventures into a field where I have no professional training, no certificates to prove my worth. Compliments from the experts are my only reassurance that I'm making the right moves. And I have enough words of praise in that inbox to satisfy not just one, but several needy egos.
But none of them begin or end with confirmed offers of a full-time job doing what I love. And I am a little de-motivated now, despite going back and reading all those emails over. (Yes, how shallow and silly. I don't know of another way to convince myself I'm doing the right thing- do you?) So I am looking for motivation. To stay committed to this, to not just sell out and go back to a lab bench streaking out cultures and designing primers and doing PCRs.
Perhaps it is petty, to think that a few months of effort should yield such rich benefits so quickly. Perhaps the praise is merely well-intentioned and not meant. But why tell me to "continue writing because of your exceptional style" if you don't intend to give me the opportunity to do it?
You would think this would make me happy, wouldn't you? These are ventures into a field where I have no professional training, no certificates to prove my worth. Compliments from the experts are my only reassurance that I'm making the right moves. And I have enough words of praise in that inbox to satisfy not just one, but several needy egos.
But none of them begin or end with confirmed offers of a full-time job doing what I love. And I am a little de-motivated now, despite going back and reading all those emails over. (Yes, how shallow and silly. I don't know of another way to convince myself I'm doing the right thing- do you?) So I am looking for motivation. To stay committed to this, to not just sell out and go back to a lab bench streaking out cultures and designing primers and doing PCRs.
Perhaps it is petty, to think that a few months of effort should yield such rich benefits so quickly. Perhaps the praise is merely well-intentioned and not meant. But why tell me to "continue writing because of your exceptional style" if you don't intend to give me the opportunity to do it?
Friday, April 08, 2011
Bigger than us
We all need to believe in something bigger than ourselves. For some of us it is material pleasure- the next big purchase. For others it is professional achievements and constant intellectual stimulation. For others it is causes- eradicating disease and poverty and unhappiness in several forms, for the 'greater good' of humanity.
I am a strong believer in the infinite potential for happiness and 'higher ideals' that are innate to every human being. According to me, the roots of this capacity for happiness and desire for 'higher ideals' lie in the fundamental construct of a society- the simple fact that we choose to live in a society is proof that we think those around us are important, as are their circumstances. Our desire to 'improve' society is inextricably tied to our desire to live socially. Heartening to think that it is in our genes to want a better world, even though our choices every day might suggest that we don't care about the planet or other people. In this lies my fundamental faith in our humanity- that we cannot escape what is written in our genes. And therein begins the conflict.
Just as being social is encoded in our DNA, so are the simple facts of altruism and cheaters. For a successful altruistic group, each member of the group must be able to perceive and feel the benefit of contributing to the group. Secondly, simple group dynamics such as population size and contributions of members determine how much cheating a group can withstand. A queen bee "gets away" without contributing to the "work" that the drones put in only because her single contribution to a beehive "earns" her that right. Ensuring reproductive success is, to the workers, more important than being another individual collecting nectar. Population size is a simpler dynamic. In a group of four workers, one cheater is unlikely to get away uncensored. In a group of hundred, it is much easier for the slacker to get away with it.
This is where I feel grassroots movements of political and social change have a far better chance of continued success than a single, radical, nation-wide move. In a single village, kin selection is a stronger force than in a country. And it is far easier for a group of villagers to see the immediate benefits of honesty, volunteerism and forward-thinking. As group sizes increase, there is an exponential decrease in the perceived benefit of doing good relative to the effort required to do it. Here's a simple example- Taxes and traffic laws were made to benefit society. They were put in place to ensure a common standard of conformity that benefits every individual who is part of that society. Yet almost every honest, upstanding citizen would have jumped a red light or crossed the speed limit when they were in a rush. Simply because the individual benefit far outweighs the price of sticking to group rules.
A bill like the Jan Lokpal Bill seems unhappily laughable in this context. A democracy that is of the people and by the people now demands that the people stand up and answer to the rest of the people. We took a handful of people and gave them power, the license to be corruptible, then let them get away with bribery and unimaginable crimes. Now, we clamor for a bill that asks for answers. But who is asking for these answers? Another handful of people. Another group identical to the first in its origins, that 'we' will put in place to serve as "our" representatives. In exchange for their serving society by monitoring corrupt politicians, we will turn a blind eye to the corruption that is likely to permeate from the upper levels to the lower, when the rich politician tells the poor 'representative'- "Here's a few acres of land for your daughter's dowry and a college degree for your son, now let this one bribe I took slip, ok?". And once again, the immediate, individual benefit far outweighs the cost of sticking to the principles the 'aam aadmi' stood up for in the first place.
Does this view make me a pessimist? I still have infinite faith in the individual. Even in this unhappy scenario, a friend tells me of the auto driver who asked for an additional 20, but returned it when she told him she was heading to the park to join the protests. I have faith in that integrity in that person, and every other human being like him. What I lack is trust in power and laws and hand-waving about bills. Society did not evolve top down. And I don't think it can be improved from the top down either. To those at the bottom of the pile, the trickle of benefits just isn't worth the price of the sacrifice. Like the single cells that evolved into us, I believe we must start at the beginning rather than the end. If there really were enough individuals who truly believed that there is no room for corruption, no tolerance for crime, we would not need a bill such as this one at all. Let us start with making the single incorruptible individual, and the chorus that democracy should be will emerge.
(Despite the opinions voiced here, I would still like to hear why this bill would work where other anti-corruption laws and the basic principles of democracy have failed).
I am a strong believer in the infinite potential for happiness and 'higher ideals' that are innate to every human being. According to me, the roots of this capacity for happiness and desire for 'higher ideals' lie in the fundamental construct of a society- the simple fact that we choose to live in a society is proof that we think those around us are important, as are their circumstances. Our desire to 'improve' society is inextricably tied to our desire to live socially. Heartening to think that it is in our genes to want a better world, even though our choices every day might suggest that we don't care about the planet or other people. In this lies my fundamental faith in our humanity- that we cannot escape what is written in our genes. And therein begins the conflict.
Just as being social is encoded in our DNA, so are the simple facts of altruism and cheaters. For a successful altruistic group, each member of the group must be able to perceive and feel the benefit of contributing to the group. Secondly, simple group dynamics such as population size and contributions of members determine how much cheating a group can withstand. A queen bee "gets away" without contributing to the "work" that the drones put in only because her single contribution to a beehive "earns" her that right. Ensuring reproductive success is, to the workers, more important than being another individual collecting nectar. Population size is a simpler dynamic. In a group of four workers, one cheater is unlikely to get away uncensored. In a group of hundred, it is much easier for the slacker to get away with it.
This is where I feel grassroots movements of political and social change have a far better chance of continued success than a single, radical, nation-wide move. In a single village, kin selection is a stronger force than in a country. And it is far easier for a group of villagers to see the immediate benefits of honesty, volunteerism and forward-thinking. As group sizes increase, there is an exponential decrease in the perceived benefit of doing good relative to the effort required to do it. Here's a simple example- Taxes and traffic laws were made to benefit society. They were put in place to ensure a common standard of conformity that benefits every individual who is part of that society. Yet almost every honest, upstanding citizen would have jumped a red light or crossed the speed limit when they were in a rush. Simply because the individual benefit far outweighs the price of sticking to group rules.
A bill like the Jan Lokpal Bill seems unhappily laughable in this context. A democracy that is of the people and by the people now demands that the people stand up and answer to the rest of the people. We took a handful of people and gave them power, the license to be corruptible, then let them get away with bribery and unimaginable crimes. Now, we clamor for a bill that asks for answers. But who is asking for these answers? Another handful of people. Another group identical to the first in its origins, that 'we' will put in place to serve as "our" representatives. In exchange for their serving society by monitoring corrupt politicians, we will turn a blind eye to the corruption that is likely to permeate from the upper levels to the lower, when the rich politician tells the poor 'representative'- "Here's a few acres of land for your daughter's dowry and a college degree for your son, now let this one bribe I took slip, ok?". And once again, the immediate, individual benefit far outweighs the cost of sticking to the principles the 'aam aadmi' stood up for in the first place.
Does this view make me a pessimist? I still have infinite faith in the individual. Even in this unhappy scenario, a friend tells me of the auto driver who asked for an additional 20, but returned it when she told him she was heading to the park to join the protests. I have faith in that integrity in that person, and every other human being like him. What I lack is trust in power and laws and hand-waving about bills. Society did not evolve top down. And I don't think it can be improved from the top down either. To those at the bottom of the pile, the trickle of benefits just isn't worth the price of the sacrifice. Like the single cells that evolved into us, I believe we must start at the beginning rather than the end. If there really were enough individuals who truly believed that there is no room for corruption, no tolerance for crime, we would not need a bill such as this one at all. Let us start with making the single incorruptible individual, and the chorus that democracy should be will emerge.
(Despite the opinions voiced here, I would still like to hear why this bill would work where other anti-corruption laws and the basic principles of democracy have failed).
Thursday, April 07, 2011
Endorsement
Hear me, all voices cry.
This is ME. I like cola,
and designer labels
I think Vuitton makes the coolest bags!
I LOVE Sunday mornings..mmm.
Hear me, they shout. Echoes in a crowd and screams in silence all want only to be heard.
I stand for human rights.
I run for AIDS.
Shaved my head for cancer research.
I can't STAND liars!
Peace, bread and the land.
In endorsing a product, a viewpoint or a preference, voices gain personality. This is ME. This is where I stand out from the rest of you even as I fall in with others who share these ideas. Given a space, every voice wants only to fill it up with itself. (Like this blog.)
I prefer private affirmation to public endorsement. With the spaces we now have, too often it seems like we clamor for causes and choices to fill them up with.
Petty rants we would otherwise forget, if we didn't write them down right away.
Half-formed thoughts that seem erudite in the silence in our heads.
Advice to people who will never read it. Like "Get the ball _!!! Ugh, Does _ need a runner, why is he moving so SLOWLY?"
Join my cause! Support _ and end corruption!
What confuses me about the latest wave of endorsement is this: Everyone I see is geared up for a fast and a protest and a show of hands, screaming their lungs out on Facebook and Twitter to end corruption and make the difference. Either I am missing something or they are. The last time I checked, even a revolution that began with a tweet ended with real, live people. People who bled and burnt and died, flesh mingled with the land they were trying to change. Where are the people, apart from the show of hands? I hear demands that various celebrities support the cause, but feel confident that no price will be exacted if they don't- the media and the crowds will love them anyway.
And on a far more pessimistic note, I have little faith in the cause itself. It's simple enough- a bill for a cleaner government. Accountability to a public board, made up of people like you and I. But so very much of the government is made up of people who were once you and I. I have little faith in the integrity of the individual when integrity is so hard to hold up, and cheating such an easy way to prosper. In a country of billions and billions, the bill only feels like a way to make room for more power play and more corruption.
In principle, I support the idea. Let's end corruption. Let's make India Shining happen. But practically, how do we do it when the evolutionary cards are stacked so deep and high against us?
This is ME. I like cola,
and designer labels
I think Vuitton makes the coolest bags!
I LOVE Sunday mornings..mmm.
Hear me, they shout. Echoes in a crowd and screams in silence all want only to be heard.
I stand for human rights.
I run for AIDS.
Shaved my head for cancer research.
I can't STAND liars!
Peace, bread and the land.
In endorsing a product, a viewpoint or a preference, voices gain personality. This is ME. This is where I stand out from the rest of you even as I fall in with others who share these ideas. Given a space, every voice wants only to fill it up with itself. (Like this blog.)
I prefer private affirmation to public endorsement. With the spaces we now have, too often it seems like we clamor for causes and choices to fill them up with.
Petty rants we would otherwise forget, if we didn't write them down right away.
Half-formed thoughts that seem erudite in the silence in our heads.
Advice to people who will never read it. Like "Get the ball _!!! Ugh, Does _ need a runner, why is he moving so SLOWLY?"
Join my cause! Support _ and end corruption!
What confuses me about the latest wave of endorsement is this: Everyone I see is geared up for a fast and a protest and a show of hands, screaming their lungs out on Facebook and Twitter to end corruption and make the difference. Either I am missing something or they are. The last time I checked, even a revolution that began with a tweet ended with real, live people. People who bled and burnt and died, flesh mingled with the land they were trying to change. Where are the people, apart from the show of hands? I hear demands that various celebrities support the cause, but feel confident that no price will be exacted if they don't- the media and the crowds will love them anyway.
And on a far more pessimistic note, I have little faith in the cause itself. It's simple enough- a bill for a cleaner government. Accountability to a public board, made up of people like you and I. But so very much of the government is made up of people who were once you and I. I have little faith in the integrity of the individual when integrity is so hard to hold up, and cheating such an easy way to prosper. In a country of billions and billions, the bill only feels like a way to make room for more power play and more corruption.
In principle, I support the idea. Let's end corruption. Let's make India Shining happen. But practically, how do we do it when the evolutionary cards are stacked so deep and high against us?
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