links for 2010-02-09

  • I've spent the last eight months transferring all my tapes onto a 2-terabyte hard drive I bought for the purpose…
    And what I discovered has nothing to do with technology, and everything to do with emotion, family and memory.
    I'm telling you, these tapes are INCREDIBLE. My wife and children wander up to my attic office, spot whatever movie is currently importing, and they're just goggle-eyed. We'd completely forgotten what we used to look like, how we used to talk. Our lives are so full, we barely recognize some of the places we've been and the experiences we've had…
    Watching your past life is entertaining, yes, but it also makes you think, take stock, reach new conclusions about yourself and the way you live life, about the dynamic of your family and how it changes as each new child comes along…
    "The unexamined life is not worth living," wrote Thoreau. And what I've learned from my video-transfer project is this: You can't examine your life if you can't remember it.

links for 2010-02-08

  • On November 26, 2008, her son did not kill terrorists. But, true to his name, Karambir Kang did brave deeds.
    On that day, he was extraordinary. Through a 60-hour siege on the hotel whose company he’d served for 19 years, he worked. On and on, without tiring. Helping to save a thousand guests. But he couldn’t save his wife. He couldn’t save his children.
    Karambir called his parents at midnight that night. “I don’t think they’ve made it,” he said, his voice splitting.
    “Be a brave Sikh,” his father, a retired Major General told him sternly over the phone from Bahrain. He knew this was the only way to save his son. “You are an army general’s son. Stay afloat with your ship or go down with it.”
    There was silence, and then, “How can you think I can leave?” Karambir asked his father. “If it goes down, I will be the last man there.”
  • This bribe started with a conversation. “Jamie, you know what? We’re tired. Really, really tired.” I went on to explain how big we are, how we just don’t fit in the bed anymore, how daddy is a light sleeper and we all need our rest to stay well. We had this conversation before, of course, but this time I found myself offering him a dollar. One dollar a day, I promised, if he would wake up in his own bed. Yes, it’s a real dollar. The green kind. There are two rules: you can tell us if you really need us, like if you’re sick, but you can’t come in our bed. You have to wake up in your own bed…
    I never thought an allowance would enter the picture at this early juncture, but it works for us. Sleep arrangements can be controversial. Each family finds their own way. Some feel strongly about their reasons behind the “family bed” or the “we let him cry it out” tactic. We weren’t philosophically set in any direction.

links for 2010-02-06

links for 2010-02-02

  • As we ambled around the halls we finally came to the Penguin store, where Sidin Vadukut’s Dork was being released. Sidin was there himself, mingling around and signing copies. That man is funny. I mean he really is witty. And also he is so easy to talk to. We bought Dork, chatted with him for a bit, kidded around, didn’t hug but surely handed the money over and said bye…
    I would often dream about the day I would meet Ruskin Bond, and all the smart things I would say to him, and how enchanted he would be by me, and perhaps dedicate a book to me too. Naturally, none of this happened and sadly, when I visited Kasauli, I did not even have the guts to go ring his doorbell.
    Anyway. So here was Ruskin Bond, in flesh and blood, infront of me, and I felt like a child. I could not think straight. Mo very kindly helped me locate a book of his, that I could buy for Ruskin Bond to inscribe on. I somehow made it to the enclosed podium, and managed to mumble about the Telegraph magazine days.
  • The only part I understand is what went into the creation of the strip. What readers take away from it is up to them. Once the strip is published, readers bring their own experiences to it, and the work takes on a life of its own. Everyone responds differently to different parts.
    I just tried to write honestly, and I tried to make this little world fun to look at, so people would take the time to read it. That was the full extent of my concern. You mix a bunch of ingredients, and once in a great while, chemistry happens. I can't explain why the strip caught on the way it did, and I don't think I could ever duplicate it. A lot of things have to go right all at once.
  • Economic policy in India, and perhaps in other countries, is constrained by powerful prevailing myths and prejudices. Sometimes these myths simply reflect lazy thinking or an apparent immunity to facts. Sometimes they are shored up by strong vested interests. Sometimes all three. Whatever the reason it is hard to dispute the potency of myths in economic policy making. Here are my 10 favourites, some old, some new.
  • If asked “Are you sleeping every night?”, you’d most probably say “Yes”. But if asked, “Are you satisfied with your sleep?”, your likely answer is “No”. Unfortunately, that’s what the Philips Sleep Survey, conducted by the Nielsen Co. in December, found: 93% of Indians are sleep deprived, getting less than 8 hours of sleep per day; 87% think lack of sleep is affecting their health; 11% took leave from work because of it; 58% felt their job suffered, with 11% actually falling asleep at work.
  • So notice, then, how different our access to books is from our access to documentary films. After a limited time, almost all published books…can be republished and redistributed. No heir of a long-dead author will stop us from accessing her published work…But the vast majority of documentary films from the twentieth century will be forever buried in a lawyer’s thicket, inaccessible (legally) because of a set of permissions built into these films at their creation…
    But it is the accident of our cultural history, created by lawyers not thinking about, as Duke law professor Jamie Boyle puts it, the “cultural environmental consequences” of their contracts, that we can always legally read, even if we cannot legally watch.

links for 2010-02-01

  • contracts and DRM have the power to lock readers and writers into legally unbreakable shackles. There's no such thing as a proprietary book. There's no such thing as a license agreement necessary to read a book. Books are governed by a social contract that is older than publishing, older even than printing. The recent innovation of copyright in books recognizes the ancient compact between readers and writers, and protects your rights to own your books, to loan them, to give them away, to resell them, to read them in any nation, in any circumstance. A publisher or bookseller can't force you to buy Ikea sofas to sit upon while you read your books.
    But Amazon can force you to buy Kindles (and Amazon-approved devices) to read your Kindle books on and listen to your Audible audiobooks on.
    Forever.
  • My main message to fanboys is this: it's too early to draw any conclusions. Apple hasn't given the thing to any reviewers yet, there are no iPad-only apps yet (there will be), the e-bookstore hasn't gone online yet, and so on. So hyperventilating is not yet the appropriate reaction.
    At the same time, the bashers should be careful, too. As we enter Phase 2, remember how silly you all looked when you all predicted the iPhone's demise in that period before it went on sale.
    Like the iPhone, the iPad is really a vessel, a tool, a 1.5-pound sack of potential. It may become many things. It may change an industry or two, or it may not. It may introduce a new category — something between phone and laptop — or it may not. And anyone who claims to know what will happen will wind up looking like a fool.

links for 2010-01-29