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So many RIPs

It’s often said that our society has progressed to a point where intellectual achievement is not as celebrated as it used to be, superseded by semi-literate entertainers and other attention-seekers.  And so it is doubly sad when those who are among the precious few well known public intellectuals slip from mortal existence.

This week we famously lost Christopher Hitchens, who finally succumbed after a year long battle with Cancer.

And now, less than hour ago, news has come that playwright, revolutionary and Czech leader Vaclav Havel has died.  Havel has always been an inspiration to me, and I am a tad troubled that he is dead, more so because he is 4 years younger than my beloved father (who is, of course, the greatest inspiration to me).

I’m not one for citing famous quotations.  But I make an exception for one of Havel’s, which I have taken to giving to my global health class on the final lecture of every year. It is this:

“Keep the company of those who seek the truth; run from those who have found it.”

RIP, Vaclav Havel, 1936-2011

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V%C3%A1clav_Havel

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Revolutions and Alien Visitations

Item #1

Taught my first statistics class today.  I had prepared examples of sampling the class to make generalizations about the university population as a whole.  Specifcally, I’d intended to use the class’s sex ratio as an estimator of the sex ratio for the entire campus population.  Then I walked into class… and found a room filled with 120 students, about 6 of whom were men.  Hey, I’m not complaining, but how does one get an almost all-female statistics class?  Weird.

Item #2

Remember this?  And its follow-up?  Weird things seem to happen to me at night.  Two nights ago, I went to bed at 4:AM (as is my wont) and woke up at 9:AM.  I live in a tiny, spotless condo, and I hate and avoid clutter.  So you’ll imagine my surprise when I woke up to find a mysterious object lying on my living room floor.  It was most definitely not there when I went to bed:
Woke up to find this mysterious object waiting on my floor. I... on Twitpic

The next night, I went to sleep at 5:AM and woke up again at 9:AM. This time, I was greeted with a strange red line on my floor:

Went to bed at 5am, woke up at 9am, and found this mysterious... on Twitpic

(The quarter was added for scale.)

So what’s happening?  Well, after 30 minutes of scratching my head, I figured out that the weird object was in fact part of a clock that had silently exploded overnight.  Mind you, why a clock would just explode is another mystery.

No clue yet about what that red line means.

I’ll let you know in the morning what the aliens do to me tonight.

Item #3

In today’s class, I talked about the revolution of statistics.  About 200-300 years ago, the modern science of statistics was born.  In the subsequent centuries, the science matured very fast indeed.  Since the 1950s, with the advent of computers, a veritable new revolution has occurred, with mass computations and the evolution of subtle new techniques.

And that got me thinking about other revolutions.  So I ended up congitating on the evolution and revolution of the martial arts.

Quite a segue, no?

As has been well established, I’m a huge MMA (mixed martial arts) fan.  For those not in the know, MMA arose only about 2 decades ago, with the rise of the UFC as a going concern.  The UFC was itself created by Brazil’s Gracie family as a showcase for their style of Jiujitsu (now called Brazilian Jiujitsu, or BJJ), showing how it can be used to defeat any other style of unarmed combat, in a no-rules tournament format.  What the Gracies did not anticipate was that they would inadvertently create a whole new sport, and possibly even a whole new martial art.

The history of what we consider to be the martial arts goes back many centuries.  Legend has it that the Buddhist Indian monk Bodhidharma was the first to combine spiritual moving meditation with the physical act of boxing for fitness, and thus created the first Oriental martial art.  Of course, fighting systems have probably existed literally for hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of years.

The modern arts evolved as Bodhidharma’s teachings spread from India to China, then to Korea and Japan, and eventually to Europe and the Americas.  At the same time, in parallel, each nation was developing its own indigenous arts; for example, savate in France and Capoeira in Brazil.  Wars spawned masters who had to refine their skills to simply survive.  In those climates, different schools arose to embrace different fighting philosophies and technologies.  The arts splintered into disparate styles.  The most obvious break was between the stand-up striking arts, like karate, and the ground and grappling arts, like judo.

Literally, centuries of refinement passed, which allowed some techniques to be perfected, and others to become arcane and wrapped in obfuscating nonsense.

But since the rise of MMA 20 years ago, the revolution of practicality has transformed the martial arts yet again.  What took centuries to do originally has been recreated in mere decades, a single lifetime.

Some say it began with Mitsuyo Maeda, the so-called “Count Combat”, a Japanese judo expert who made his home in Brazil.  Maeda was among the first to point out the different phases of a fight: the striking phase, the grappling phase, etc.  Most notably, Maeda taught Carlos Gracie, stressing a philosophy of practicality: do what works.  Carlos and his younger brother Helio would go on to found Brazilian Jiujitsu, which became the bedrock of the UFC and thus triggered the revolution of MMA.

But others say it began with none other than Bruce Lee himself.  Lee famously founded Jeet Kune Do, “the way of the intercepting fist”, which was an expression of his interpretation of the writings of Krishnamurti and others through combat.  Lee always insisted that JKD was not a martial art, but a fighting system.  Its philosophy was simply to do what worked, what ended the fight the fastest, and what maximized your own body’s abilities.

This was a philosophical revolution in the martial arts.  It essentially stated that one should ignore centuries of dogma and embrace modern training techniques, the lessons of competing arts, and to embrace most fully those techniques best suited to one’s personal situation.  JKD was the first organized attempt to bring together the best of karate, kung-fu, jiujitsu, American boxing, wrestling, etc., into one combat system.

This approach seems obvious to us today, but at the time –the early 1970s– it was both revolutionary and heretical.  The masters of the status quo were quite offended by it.  Indeed, even in my own youth, my first masters would be violently offended if I introduced a technique I had picked up in the gym or from sparring with practitioners of other arts.

JKD is convincingly the precursor to MMA, and as thus represents a dramatic paradigm shift in the way we view the martial arts.  The rate at which its refinement has occurred these past 20 years has been simply phenomenal.  Today’s fighters are generations beyond those who fought in the first UFC tournament.  It’s sort of frightening to consider what amazing skills sets await us fans in just 2 or 3 years.

The Human Resource Gap

As I hope most of you know, I supposedly have a regular column/blog over at the MicroSoft Canada website.  The problem is that their interns keep turning over, and I have no idea anymore who is responsible for uploading my content!  The last article I wrote for them, and that was published, was in April of 2010.   I wrote another one in August of that year, and sent it to every one of my contacts over at MS Canada… but they all seem to have disappeared.  Or maybe my column/blog has been quietly discontinued.  I have no idea.

But I have other things to do.  So here is the article I wrote on Aug 25, 2010, meant for the MicroSoft Canada website.  I doubt I’ll be writing any more of this kind of stuff:

The Human Resource Gap

It’s been a while since I updated this blog.  Sorry about that.  I’ve been traveling a great deal and haven’t found a free moment to organize a thought lucid enough to be worthy of you gentle readers.

One of my recent travels took me on a lecture tour of India.  It was a bit of a game show atmosphere at times, wherein I wasn’t told the topic of lecture until the morning of the event!  But, interestingly, that’s part of what makes a public speaking career so exciting.  It’s also interesting to have actually reached a point in my development as a speaker that I feel comfortable traveling to a foreign country and culture, and delivering a two and a half hour talk to a room full of scholars… on a topic for which I had very little time to prepare.

So how was it?  In a word… fun.

Part of my journey took me to a town called Kakinada in the Indian state of Andrah Pradesh, where I met with Dr Chandra Sankurathri.  If you do a web search for his name, you will learn of his remarkable personal trajectory.  His is a story well covered in various media profiles, so I won’t go over it here.  But suffice it to say that Dr Sankurathri transformed incredible tragedy into public service of a nature that can only be called transcendent.  His foundation has educated hundreds of underprivileged and impoverished young people, and, in the past 7 years, treated almost two million opthalmological patients too poor to have otherwise received such life-changing medical treatments.

The work I’m doing with Dr Sankurathri’s foundation involves the analysis of some of his carefully kept databases.  This requires the extraction of large amounts of selected data from relative databases kept in Access format.  This sounds like a simple process, but it’s actually fairly trying if you don’t have a certain amount of database management expertise.  Luckily, a MicroSoft certified software engineer lives nearby and volunteers his pricey services to the foundation.  Frankly, I can’t imagine how much more difficult simply gaining access to the relevant data would have been, had this gentleman not been available.

More than just a paean to MicroSoft-certified technicians and engineers, this anecdote is a distilled example of a wider concern in the larger world of do-gooders.  It is true that the remarkable work of Dr Sankurathri’s foundation requires funds, and thus its founder spends almost all of his precious time courting donors.  However, his need –and that of almost all philanthropic endeavours in the low-income world– is for human resources.  Yes, both well-meaning students and seasoned Western professionals undergoing mid-life crises alike can be relied upon to donate intermittent swaths of their time to such ventures.  But the long term problem will always be finding well trained local talent to adopt middle management and administrative roles.

It’s a bit of a lesson for small businesses, as well, which, while similarly driven by a singular vision, also often operate on inconstant funding, yet rely on that most temporal of skills sets: the efficient and competent administrator.

I’ll show ya 44

As I wrote on my 41st birthday,  “I don’t celebrate my birthdays. I don’t see the point of marking one more year closer to the grave. I prefer to celebrate myself every day. And I do, oh I do.”

I turned 44 last week.  I don’t feel 44.  In my head, I’m still 18.  My lower back, on the other hand, definitely feels 44.  You know you’re middle aged when Advil gets added to your daily dose of morning vitamins.

Now, I make it a point to publicly mock my decaying body, with frequent references to my paunch, my baldness and my moobs.  The truth is that I’m actually in pretty fabulous shape.   (I’ve been working on a blog post detailing my new workout regime for about 8 months now).  I had hoped to have 6-pack abs to show off for my 44th birthday (an 8-pack i well beyond my genetic potential), but I definitely did not make it.  Mind you, if I flex hard enough, you can sort of make ‘em out; but that just might be subtle rolls of subcutaneous fat.  (My mother, bless her soul, exclaimed, “You’ve got ribs on your belly!”  See, we Indians rarely get abdominal definition, so it’s shocking when it happens.)  I’ll get there eventually.  And I’ll be sure to blog it when I do.

Comedian Tim Minchin has a song that goes something like he complains about his body all the time, but his body never says a bad word about him.

The lesson, of course, is that getting older can also mean getting better.  In many ways, I’m in the best shape of my life, more or less; and do remember that I was pretty athletic in my 20s and 30s.  But some things definitely get worse with age: joints, connective tissue flexibility, digestion, etc.  But I think even these issues can be staved off with extreme healthy living.  In your 20s, you see, you can cheat on your lifetsyle once in a while.  In your 40s, there is no room for wavering.  And so my routine is basically to make sure that I have an extreme 1-2 hour workout every day, six days a week.  And my diet is strictly whole foods, fresh foods, no added sugars, no processed foods, amost no baked goods at all, and a steady flow of unsweetened tea.

I’m trying to add more yoga to my life, as well.  I used to love yoga 15 years ago.  These days, I just dread it.  But I think it’s an increasingly essential component to a sustained healthy physique.

Anywayyyy…. thanks for all the birthday greetings.  Aarti (whom I call SpAarti –don’t ask) sent me the following mantra that I’m supposed to repeat 108 times.  Let’s pretend that I did that.  Or better yet, how about 108 of you repeat it once each for me?  Here it is:

“Om Tryambakam Yajamahe Sugandhim Pushtivardhanam Urvarukamiva Bandhanan Mrityor Mukshiya Mamritat”

Thanks, SpAarti!

Thanks, too, to Katie for sending me the Three Stooges Birthday Song, which I will re-use muchly.

I leave you with the following brilliant beat poem from my current favourite comedian, Tim Minchin.  It’s called “Storm“.  Click and listen.  Go do it.  Now.

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Not Winning Your Own Lookalike Contest

Remember my ongoing issues with mysterious somnambulant injuries?  I reported on my demonic back scratches here and here.  Well, they’re back.  The most recent mysterious and bloody injury is the following gash and bruise on my right bicep, which greeted me yesterday morning:

I will remind the gentle reader that my fingernails are bitten down to nubs, so are poor tools for unconsciously inflicting this sort of injury.  As well, my separated shoulder makes the angle quite painful.  Spoooooky.

In other news, the most hilarious and embarassing thing happened to me recently.  As a professor, I must write frequent research papers and submit them to journals for publication.  The journals send them out for anonymous peer review before deciding whether or not to publish.  I send out a fair number, so some get accepted and some get rejected.

Recently I sent an admittedly poor one to a big name journal.  It was rejected.  But the best part was the external reviewer’s comments.  To paraphrase, he/she said that the paper was poorly written, but that the topic was important.  Therefore, he/she recommended that though the paper should be rejected, the journal should solicit its rewrite from a true expert on the topic.  Then he/she recommended that that expert be…. me.

As a friend commented, it’s a lot like Charlie Chaplin coming third in his own lookalike contest.

In even more news, in response to a special request from a neighbour who has always been curious about the form, I have agreed to put together one last game of Dungeons and Dragons, a good 27 years since the last time I played.  Yes, this is the darkest heart of hardcore geekotry, and not for the even marginally cool.  In preparation for said game, I took a trip to Toronto’s Silver Snail gaming shop and scoped out some of the figurines.

What I found were figurines for UFC fighters:

Then it occurred to me… why not have actual UFC fighter characters play the game?  One’s party could be made up of Tito Ortiz, Randy Couture and Anderson Silva, all choking out kobolds and trolls, and eventually each other.

Hmmm.  Time to pitch this to Hasbro….

Penultimately, as an author, I know how crippling it is to see one’s own books on the bargain shelf of a bookstore.  So this is not meant as a dig, but as a celebration.  My friend Andrew from DC once wrote a great book featuring satellite images of the Earth, called The Earth From Space, which was unfortunately priced rather highly.  I recently saw it on sale.  All this means is that more of you can now afford to own a copy:

Lastly, I copped this article from The Hindustan Times in India (June 4, 2011), relevant to this post.  I don’t agree with a lot of it, but some of it rings true.  Just throwing it out there (click to enlarge):