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Ginger Chai & Mini Samosas: Guaranteed to Dispel the Late-PM Blahs

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The Law of Forgiveness, Quid Pro Quo

It is made perfectly clear that if we do not forgive we shall not be forgiven. There are no two ways about it. What are we to do?
C.S. Lewis in Mere Christianity
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Dosai w/ Creamcheese (And Other Savory Odditties)

That’s a creamcheese with chives, btw, and the Subzi is a cauliflower-broccoli stirfry.  I’ll take that for breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner, or a snack anyday!  Today, this was breakfast.

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Good News! No, Really! NYT Op-Ed on Surprising Facts

NYT Op-Ed by Bill Keller on Slovakia, Liberia, Peru, Somalia, and Myanmar.

Bored by the soggy sleep-ins and warmed-over anarchism of Occupy Wall Street? Fed up (Fed Up!) with the presidential Race to the Bottom? Depressed by the warning signs of the next Depression? I bring relief. Like Nurse Jackie scavenging in the medicine chest for stray painkillers, I have assembled some capsules of hope from places you probably haven’t noticed lately, because the dominant news is so disheartening you can’t bear to proceed beyond the front page.

Admittedly some of these nuggets come from countries where you might not want to live. But I offer them as evidence that once in a while our sorry species gets something more or less right. Maybe we can extract a lesson, or a little encouragement. At the very least, we can remind ourselves — at a time when our own politicians are competing to be the most ardent champion of “American exceptionalism” — that we are not God’s only gift to civilization.

Let’s start with Slovakia, the little country that is the less famous half of the former Czechoslovakia. Last week, though, plucky Slovakia was the last of 17 European countries to vote on a bailout plan intended to prop up the endangered economies of countries like Greece and Portugal while they curb their spendthrift ways. After 16 affirmatives, the fate of Europe came down to the Slovakian Parliament. And the Slovaks, prodded by a new opposition party that caters to the Facebook generation, said “NO.” The naysayers challenged the idea that Slovaks, who are themselves among the least affluent of Europeans, should pay to bail out profligate neighbors and the bankers who poured money into them.

After the rejection, the government fell. And then a new, temporary coalition went to work and agreed to ratify the agreement after all.

Slovakia thereby accomplished two things. By signaling that it was running out of patience, it struck more fear into the hearts of the world’s bankers than the cumulative protests of Occupy Wall Street have done in a month of poster-waving. And then, the warning delivered, it regrouped and gave Europe one more chance, demonstrating an important level of maturity for a little country that not so long ago was a ward of the Soviet Union.

“We are similar to Americans,” a Slovak official told me. “We have fragmented domestic politics, but at the end of the day we get things done.”

I told him I was flattered to have my country compared to Slovakia, and he was right about the political fragmentation, but I wasn’t so sure about the getting things done.

On to Liberia. You may recall it as the West African country founded by freed American slaves, and famous for 25 years of madness involving child soldiers, blood diamonds, rape and mutilation, among other atrocities. Liberia is still a wreck of a country, dirt poor, illiterate and corrupt, but these days it has elections that are free, fair, consequential and respected.

Last Tuesday Liberia held an election in which the two top presidential candidates were both Harvard-educated — and not in the least ashamed of it! The incumbent, Ellen Johnson Sirleaf, a former World Bank economist and a new-fledged winner of the Nobel Peace Prize, would stand out as the most qualified candidate in many countries’ elections, possibly including ours. Her main rival, Winston Tubman, also has degrees from Cambridge and the London School of Economics and a long career in diplomacy. It’s true that he brought in a soccer star as his running mate, but he’s still regarded as a pretty solid guy. Of course, after former President Charles Taylor, who is in The Hague awaiting judgment on charges of committing crimes against humanity, the greatness bar is not high.

There will be a runoff. Sirleaf tells voters that she’s got things in hand, and Tubman should get in line. Or, as the campaign slogan puts it: “Monkey Still Working, Let Baboon Wait Small.” Probably wouldn’t work in Iowa.

Now we go south to Peru. While his counterparts in neighboring Brazil and Ecuador have been flamboyantly consolidating their own power, nationalizing industries and picking fights with the U.S., Ollanta Humala, the new president of Peru, so far seems bent on a quiet, moderate pursuit of systemic reform. He has eschewed left-wing nationalist rhetoric, appointed an investment-friendly cabinet, and calls the U.S. a “strategic partner.”

Last week, announcing a campaign against corruption, he fired 30 of the 45 generals at the top of a national police force that is widely mistrusted by Peruvians as a league of shakedown artists. Of course, this has the advantage of creating a new police force loyal to the president, but if he gets police to stop putting out their hands for bribes and deploys them effectively against mounting crime and drug trafficking, Peruvians will thank him. Fingers crossed for Peru.

Next, let’s put our hands together for Somalia — arguably the saddest place on earth, ravaged by militant Islamists, pirates, bandits and dire famine. Last week residents of Mogadishu gathered in a soccer stadium for what The Times called “one of the largest rallies in years.” To demand handouts? To call for tax cuts? No, to denounce the Shabab, the Qaeda-supporting guerrilla group that has terrorized Somalia for years.

To be sure, Somalia is no poster child for postcolonial Africa, but it’s not every day you hear of people packing a soccer stadium to rally against armed evil. On second thought, don’t applaud. Send money. God knows they need it.

And finally Myanmar — a k a Burma — a beautiful land oppressed for most of the last 50 years by one of the more eccentrically awful military juntas. I made the round of its splendors 25 years ago, and have never quite shaken the memory of a Burmese student who took us quietly aside to plead for attention to the country’s miserable isolation. He drove home to this visitor that Burma’s secession from the world may have created a museum for tourists, but it made a fearsome prison for the Burmese. For decades protests have met repression, elections have been stolen or nullified, and Western sanctions have encountered intransigence.

Now there are signs of a thaw. The military regime installed a new parliamentary government six months ago, opened talks with the pro-democracy leader and Nobel laureate Daw Aung San Suu Kyi, and last week it began to free some dissidents. It’s a long way from democracy, but it’s a rare beam of hope in a place hungry for it.

YES, much of Southern Europe teeters on the edge of default, the Arab Spring shows signs of turning sour, even China’s economy is slowing, Ukraine is backsliding into authoritarian rule, Iran is allegedly commissioning hit men in America and last week we learned that our Afghan allies have been engaged in the wholesale torture of prisoners. (Wherever could they have gotten THAT idea?) We have no end of countries behaving badly.

So I return you now to your regularly scheduled gloom. But, Slovakia, Liberia, Peru, Somalia, Myanmar: Thanks! And keep up the good work!

Hope

 

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Take Time To Smell The Coffee: One From The Files, For The Files

I first published this post in my private blog on Friday, May 30, 2008.  Almost three-and-a-half years later, I am gladdened to read it yet again, and to publish it yet again– this time for public consumption.  Titled ‘Heart of the Matter’, it is a reflection on a simple plaque with a simple message. The show does go on… original post follows:

 I hope this sign gets your attention and makes you pause for a moment. It is a sign that I found for a dollar some years back at the local thrift shop aptly named Treasure Mart.  I suppose I could have placed it anywhere in the house, but I chose to put it on one of my kitchen walls since it somehow seemed to be the most conducive place to provoking thought, what with the coffee being there and all…

So, here it is:  six simple words that exhort you to ‘take time to smell the coffee.’  Smell is an essential sense for humans, as it is for the rest of the animal kingdom, and one that is as important as the other four senses (sight, sound, touch and taste).  Yet, we often tend to discount or even ignore it.  Our hurried lives are packed with things to do, and places to go to, people to meet, and all sorts of minutiae to attend to that there doesn’t seem to be time to SMELL the coffee.  Taste it, yes; check it for color, yes; ensure its hot enough, yes; but smell it? Yes!  Please do.

Take time to smell it and let your head and heart draw its associations from that smell to the events and perhaps the people around you.  And its not just the coffee that you ought to be stopping to smell, you know… its everything; its LIFE itself.  Stop to take a deeper breath than usual, especially at the things that mean something to you; and the moment will be enhanced a hundred-fold as your eyes will take in the image that is before you, but your sense of smell will capture the feeling of the moment and bring it back to you when you next close your eyes and command that memory to surface.

Take time.  To smell.  The coffee. 

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I think I need not make the case for how fascinating I find these flowering bushes!  (yes, this is the last of them)

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