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In Germany, Uproar Over a Doctoral Thesis

All the German talk shows, the front pages of the country’s newspapers and magazines, its political pundits and comedians, not to mention the hundreds of thousands of protesters who have taken to the streets or to the pages of Facebook, have had a field day indulging in very German-style hand-wringing and paroxysms of self-loathing over the moral, political and social ramifications of the case.

A German author, Peter Schneider, even gravely linked the whole mess to Bill Clinton’s impeachment drama, since they both entailed what he called “the same question of honesty.” Leave it to a German intellectual to discern a deep connection between an American president dissembling about oral sex with an intern in the Oval Office and a doctoral student at Bayreuth University cribbing passages in a 475-page dissertation about contrasting constitutional developments.

Then again, Mr. Schneider has a point.

The trouble started last month when this country’s most popular cabinet minister, Karl-Theodor zu Guttenberg, a handsome, media-savvy, conspicuously pomaded 39-year-old baron widely presumed to be a leading candidate to succeed Angela Merkel someday as chancellor, tried to brush off charges that he had plagiarized parts of his 2006 thesis.

“Absurd,” was his initial response. And many Germans wanted to believe him. “Well-born, well-spoken and well-groomed,” as The Economist observed about the baron, he had “seemed blunt where others prevaricated, principled where they plotted. Alone among German leaders,” the magazine went on, referring to the gray, proficient bureaucrats who tend to run the country, he made “voters’ hearts quicken.”

Ms. Merkel backed him up, even as German graduate students and others, by the tens of thousands, began to organize, signing an open letter of protest that heaped scorn on her. Several hundred protesters hung their shoes on the iron fence outside the Defense Ministry in Berlin in a sly (again, typically German) multivalent allusion both to the now familiar Arab insult of displaying the soles of one’s shoes and also to the missing footnotes in Mr. Guttenberg’s dissertation. Yet more outraged detractors organized rallies and brandished placards with wry slogans like “No More Playing Doctor” and “Hair Gel Is Not a Crime!”

Ms. Merkel, a former academic married to a professor, was being accused of belittling intellectual property theft and, by implication, the value of an advanced degree, which is not a purely academic matter in this country. Many jobs require such degrees in Germany, where, as is not the case in America, calling oneself doctor for having completed a thesis in, say, political science or art history, is not embarrassing but normal, even when filling out Lufthansa’s online booking forms. (The airline generously provides three levels of academic achievement for its overachieving countrymen: doctor, professor and professor doctor, skipping the extremely rare but not unheard-of German mouthful Herr Professor Doctor Doctor).

At the same time, however, Mr. Guttenberg’s troubles thrust into embarrassing national relief the dirty secret that to gain such credentials, many Germans, well-connected ones anyway, apparently cut corners or worse, and universities often look the other way. The minister couldn’t admit to having farmed out his dissertation, because that’s literally a crime here, but he was generally suspected of having hired someone to write the work for him (how else to explain why he seemed so blithely oblivious to the contents of his own thesis?). And to add insult to injury, his advisers had even awarded him a rank of “summa cum laude” (“Summa cum fraude” was another of those protesters’ placards), notwithstanding that the thesis seems to have poached material from one of those very advisers.

Eventually, Mr. Guttenberg had no choice. He admitted to “grave mistakes,” whatever that meant, and on March 1 resigned. “I was appointed not to be self-defense minister but defense minister,” he said, as he tried to finesse the crisis. As a dashing stroke of noblesse oblige before retreating, not to his castle in Franconia, but to his apartment in Berlin, he then promised to donate salary still owed to him in office to families of German soldiers fallen in Afghanistan.

 via nytimes.com 

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Comfort Foods, Cont…

It is my goal to document here as much of the ordinary as I do the extraordinary.  And in line with this, I have, on and off, talked about the simplest of home-cooked meals and especially certain foods that hit the comfort spot right on and right away.  This post is a tribute to that very same sentiment.  Quite recently, having returned from a week-long vacation to exotic locales wherein I sampled everything from haute cuisine to street-food, at the end of the week, when I got home, what is it that I made to satisfy my longing for a “simple” meal?  Mango Dal, White Rice, and a Red-Hot Chicken Curry.  Yes, that’s a combo that hits the spot for me!  See for yourself: 

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UppuMau, aka, Upma: The Food of the Gods

So, you take the humble cream-of-wheat or the farina flour, or sooji as it is called in several regional languages in India, and make what with it?  Well, you could do anything you want, of course, but if you wish to make something truly delectable and leave an indelible impression on the minds, hearts, and tongues of your loved ones, well then, you would make only one thing:  Upma.

Over the years, I have made this dish called upma many a time, and over the years, I do believe I have perfected it to the point that I have bestowed upon myself the title Queen of Upma.  Well, I made it for breakfast this morning, but this time, I did what I have never done before:  taken pictures of the making of it–step by step–in order to document visually the ingredients and methods that go into making this impossibly satisfying dish for any time of day, but most especially in the mornings. 

The word Upma, I was told a very long time ago, by my husband, is a derivative of two words:  Uppu (salt) and Mau (Flour/Batter).  Being married to a Tamilian has its benefits for sure:  you learn of the etymology of one of the most common and popular dishes that you always thought was a random word!  In fact, the correct pronunciation, I am told is not ‘upma‘ but ‘upmau’ where the ‘uppu’ is abbreviated to ‘up’ (as in ‘look’) and the ‘ma’ is elongated to ‘mau’.  I found a wiki entry on this, btw:  Upma (Tamil: உப்புமா), is a south Indian dish made of rava. The name is an amalgam of two words : “salt” and “flour. E.g., In Tamil, “uppu” (உப்பு) + “maa(vu)” (மா(வு)).

At any rate, see for yourself the slideshow below on my style of making upma.  Take one bite, and you too will say that it is indeed a food fit for the gods!  For your viewing, and hopefully, experimenting pleasure.

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AA District Concert Band Annual Competition

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It’s a huge deal every year, this time of year.  The annual school district competition for high school Varsity, Concert and Symphony Bands and Orchestras.  Students have been practicing for the better part of the academic year with hours of practice at home every day, and when the big day arrives, the parents are just as excited to go and see for themselves if those performances are really what they’re made out to be.  Well, they are.  And if you don’t believe me, I’ll have you know that this one high school’s music program is a Grammy-award winning program in recent years.  Here are a couple of audio files of two of the pieces performed today.

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Dil To Bachha Hai Ji, 2011

I was going to offer up only a one word review of this film: bakwas.  But then my husband said I ought to also provide an English translation for that one Hindi word.  So, here you have it:  Crap.

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What Does 'S' Stand For?

S is for Simmi / And Sunder, her sweet husband / And the Sheraton!

Note on picture:  This is a cool hologram on the floor of the lobby of the Gunter Sheraton in San Antonio, Texas where we spent a holiday recently.  To walk in and see this lovely S beckoning you inside to the reception desk was quite a nice way to be greeted!

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San Antonio River Boat-Ride

So, I recently was a tourist in the charming city of San Antonio, Texas.  There’s a long river that runs right through the city which is one of the most charming things about the city itself because it runs below street-level but is flanked on either side by shops, restaurants and hotels.  We, of course, had to do the requisite boat-ride, and here’s some of the sights from the boat:

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Haifa Falafel: Get Your Hummus On!

So, if you want the freshest middle-eastern food with a decidedly Israeli flavor to it, you have to go to Haifa Falafel.  On the southeast side of town, this little restaurant has been in business for less than two years but has become a huge favorite with people coming in from as far as Detroit for their simple but elegant dishes.  Here’s what we found today:  Hummus & Pita, Lentil Soup, Tabbouli, Fattoush with Shawarma, Chicken Shawarma Pita, Mini Falafels, Haifa Falafel Wrap, Majadera, Stuffed Grape Leaves, and Harisi for dessert.  Check it out:

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