Quote of the Week - III

All year the flax-dam festered in the heart
Of the townland; green and heavy headed
Flax had rotted there, weighted down by huge sods.
Daily it sweltered in the punishing sun.
Bubbles gargled delicately, bluebottles
Wove a strong gauze of sound around the smell.
There were dragonflies, spotted butterflies,
But best of all was the warm thick slobber
Of frogspawn that grew like clotted water
In the shade of the banks. Here, every spring
I would fill jampotfuls of the jellied
Specks to range on window sills at home,
On shelves at school, and wait and watch until
The fattening dots burst, into nimble
Swimming tadpoles. Miss Walls would tell us how
The daddy frog was called a bullfrog
And how he croaked and how the mammy frog
Laid hundreds of little eggs and this was
Frogspawn. You could tell the weather by frogs too
For they were yellow in the sun and brown
In rain.


Then one hot day when fields were rank
With cowdung in the grass the angry frogs
Invaded the flax-dam; I ducked through hedges
To a coarse croaking that I had not heard
Before. The air was thick with a bass chorus.
Right down the dam gross bellied frogs were cocked
On sods; their loose necks pulsed like sails. Some hopped:
The slap and plop were obscene threats. Some sat
Poised like mud grenades, their blunt heads farting.
I sickened, turned, and ran. The great slime kings
Were gathered there for vengeance and I knew
That if I dipped my hand the spawn would clutch it.

- Death of a Naturalist by Seamus Heaney 

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Book Update

Impulsively drank some strong English Breakfast after dinner to end up feverishly awake even as the clock nears 5 am. Not that I wasted the free time. I finished reading Six Not-So Easy Pieces by Richard Feynman. The unchallenged beauty of Einstein's theories is given a rigorous, accessible and elegant treatment by Feynman.

A longer review may be more appropriate but I think I'll try sleeping again.

And, oh, the election results are out. Is anyone surprised? 

Change

Third year of PhD draws to a close. There's massive amounts of work to be completed and yet, I feel as if I have crossed a bridge and reached the other side. In my time at Columbia, I have taken 27 or more courses. The driving force behind this madness was simply an insatiable desire to feel comfortable in the field in which I will seemingly be called an "expert." I paid the price. Walking a deadline tightrope meant 3-4 hours of sleep, innumerable anxious moments, and extreme concentration.

The mischief is almost managed. The courses are no longer needed. Research, in all its effervescent glory and macabre anxiety, awaits. I am six months behind where I needed to be.

I said earlier I have reached the other side. That entails eschewing the morbidly familiar and plunging into missteps and dead-ends.

I wouldn't want it any other way.

I have changed.

(Last post: https://haarisian.blogspot.com/2016/10/change.html)

Draft Pick II: Building history

[Some time after the French Open, 2015]

Federer fans have a lot to thank Novak Djokovic for.

Think about it. Roger has 17 slams. In 2011, the only man preventing Nadal from usurping his throne (distressingly fast as well) was Novak, when he convincingly beat Rafa in multiple slam finals.

This year's French was no different. You may argue that Nadal was doomed to lose in 2015 but say that convincingly with his nine French cups in front of you. It took a man of assured faith in his own abilities to flay the Spanish beast, and that was what Novak did.

But Federer fans also need to make a gracious hat tip to Stan Wawrinka too.

It was Wawrinka who stopped Nadal from winning the 2014 Australian Open (when no one believed it was possible) thereby stopping him from getting to his 14th slam before the French Open.

And it was Wawrinka again who bludgeoned Djokovic's resolve. He denied the Serb's quest for a career Grand Slam and dented his credentials in becoming another pretender to the crown of the GOAT. Novak may win the next two slams (I don't think that's happening) but that's not the same kind of history that he was building a day before today.

All in all I think what we need to appreciate is that this is not the outcome of luck. It is a fact often underestimated when we weigh Rod Laver's achievements and, I would argue, Roger Federer's place in the history of tennis. Winning slams consistently is no mean feat. It means going through seven five set matches battling the other top stars but also driven athletes who are good to beat you on their day. Even Roger Federer feels that more now, when he finds himself ousted on off-days.

No. This is not about luck. It's about greatness. Look back at the records of Federer, at his consistency and you may no longer find them prosaic. It's worth a gasp. And a shudder.

Novak will fight for some more years but once again Stan has changed the future of tennis' history.

Thanks, Stan.

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Quote of the Week - II

For lo! the Board with Cups and Spoons is crown’d,
The Berries crackle, and the Mill turns round.
On shining Altars of Japan they raise
The silver Lamp; the fiery Spirits blaze.
From silver Spouts the grateful Liquors glide,
And China’s Earth receives the smoaking Tyde.

~ Alexander Pope on coffee, from The Rape of the Lock

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Quote of the Week - I

   The breath within my lungs was so exhausted

from climbing, I could not go on; in fact,

as soon as I had reached that stone, I sat.

   "Now you must cast aside your laziness,"

my master said, "for he who rests on down

or under covers cannot come to fame;

   and he who spends his life without renown

leaves such a vestige of himself on earth

as smoke bequeaths to air or foam to water.

   Therefore, get up; defeat your breathlessness

with spirit that can win all battles if

the body's heaviness does not deter it.

   A longer ladder still is to be climbed;

it's not enough to have left them behind;

if you have understood, now profit from it."

   Then I arose and showed myself far better

equipped with breath than I had been before:

"Go on, for I am strong and confident

The Divine Comedy: Inferno by Dante Alighieri (Mandelbaum translation)

Gordon's Magnum Opus and Lessons for India - I

Good books take time to read. If you're reading a classic work of literature there isn't much sense in trying to "finish" it as soon as possible. You might as well stick to the more pulpy fast paced novels and no one would judge you for it.

The same applies to non-fiction works. Some of my most favorite books in this genre have been written by scientists and mathematicians, and most of them took me years to read. I still reread them albeit (naturally) a bit faster than on the first occasion. There is always so much more that you can absorb.

When I decided to become an economist after years of harmless flirting with the subject on the sidelines, I realized I was missing a firm foundation and, even more importantly, taste in the subject. Just like a good biryani tastes even better the next day after the flavors are absorbed fully (we say, "zayka utar jaana"), no discipline can be truly understood without letting it simmer and then letting the subconscious take in a feel for what you intend to master.

I've been reading many books in this pursuit and maybe I'll come round to discussing all of them in turn. However, I decided to start with Robert Gordon's The Rise and Fall of American Growth because of several reasons:

1. The Purely Selfish: It's a mammoth book and writing down the lessons I learnt from it help me document, preserve, and more deeply appreciate the many threads in the larger theme of the book.
2. A Great Story: Like all good works in research, fiction or otherwise, the author tells a fascinating story. And all good stories deserve to be shared.
3. Potential for Debate: The book is not the final word on the account of growth in the developed world - far from it. There is much to be discussed and questioned and I intend to do that, at least with myself. For that, I need to write all the main points somewhere. Here.
4. Lessons for India: The growth story of the US is fascinating and belittling. Fascinating because the growth was rapid, world-changing and very cool. Belittling because you instantly recognize India is, in many areas, at the same place as US in 1930; at times even 1870.

So there we have it. This series of blog posts will discuss Gordon's work. I will often skim through deeper points and will not be able to maintain a critical economists' eye at all times - the effort required would be too time consuming. No, this is meant to be a fountain for future inspiration and understanding.

We begin next week though in the meantime you can read a review from 2016 written by recent Nobel laureate William D. Nordhaus. Also, my Goodreads review of the book.