violence in Birmingham

The play Behzti has been shut down due to fears of violence from the Sikh community in Birmingham. Here is the choice quote from Sewa Singh Mandha, a local bigwig in the Sikh community:

In a Sikh temple sexual abuse does not take place; kissing and dancing don’t take place; rape doesn’t take place; homosexual activity doesn’t take place; murders do not take place. I am bringing to the attention of the management of the theatre the sensitive nature of the play because by going into the public domain it will cause deep hurt to the Sikh community.

I’m pretty much at a loss for what to say about this, except that I think it’s horrific that people choose to express their displeasure over the content of a piece of theater by destroying “the front entrance and backstage equipment.” It has often been observed that it is nowhere guaranteed that a citizen has a right to not be offended.

Some might compare a play of this nature to one which depicts Jews as salcious usurers. Certainly if I read a one-line description of The Merchant of Venice I might be offended. Some wild-eyed demagogue might try to convince me that it is a bigoted attack on Judaism and should be protested against. But little I have read about this play says that it is a flatly racist screed against Sikhs, and I categorically refuse to accept violence as a means of expressing political displeasure. What is most disturbing to me is that “representatives of the Sikh community” have refused to condemn the violence, and in fact may be seen to be endorsing it. Perhaps if they wish to live somewhere which does not challenge their views or offer a multiplicity of opinions, they should not live in England?

I’m not saying “deport ’em” or any crap like that. But the expectation that a particular religious community can dictate by violence the artistic expression of citizens of the country in which they inhabit is not one which should be fulfilled.

blogging, privacy, and teaching

Eszter has a piece up at CT on complying with FERPA (Family Educational Rights and Privacy Act) with regards to blogging. Since I’m TA-ing the undergrad communications course next semester, students will no doubt find my homepage or google me and find this blog. The question is: to what extent can I blog about the class and my experience within it without violating FERPA? I don’t have the layered privacy features of livejournal, so I can’t hide my comments about quiz design, etc. behind a password-protected wall.

One of my friends told me he blogs anonymously to avoid these issues, but I’m not sure that lets you off the hook, since your identity could always be found out.

I’m left with the prospect of keeping entirely mum about teaching, which is less than pleasing to me. Though I’m sure generalities about the students are fine (“those Berkeley undergrads sure are smart, they catch me screwing up all the time”), complaints are probably bad (“sometimes office hours are really annoying, especially when it’s clear people haven’t been going to lecture”), and naturally warnings are right out (“this exam is going to be a killer”). What is one to do?

Clearly I must err on the side of caution, if anything. I doubt more than a few students will be bored enough to cruise over to this blog. Perhaps I should make use of it to provide course content, like Brad DeLong does. But engineering is not suited to the blogosphere methinks. I guess I’ll just have to play it by ear. A very careful ear.

the times on firefox

The NY Times has a snarky article on the Firefox release and Microsoft’s reaction. I enjoy a good razzing of Microsoft as much as the next guy, but maybe this goes a little over the line. Of course, I use Firefox and think it’s pretty damn good. In fact, I almost considered uninstalling IE (I did on my Mac) except it would probably break Windows.

Hmmm… uninstalling IE : like hurling a brick at Windows.

The number of people who still use IE and complain about it is astounding. I guess the idea of looking for an alternative never occurred to them. Chalk one up for browser bundling — a brilliant strategy, to be sure.

shopping

I went book shopping today — the Mission is littered with them, so I could afford to be picky. Some day later I’ll do a review of all the stores, but some shops I poked my head into today were notable.

Dog-Eared Books gave me a choice of three translations of The Master And Margarita, of which I chose Glenny’s, for better or for worse. It’s the one I read, and is not the most modern, and has no footnotes, but it still moved me. I also picked up a copy of Serjeant Musgrave’s Dance, to make a pair of books as a present for Liz. For myself I got a play from South Africa called Woza Albert! which I read on the BART ride back. It seems like it would be amazing to watch — two actors perform all of the roles in a story of how the Second Coming happens in South Africa.

Then the hat store on Valencia, where I tried on a pork pie and a stingy-brim fedora. The latter looks better on me, but I had my heart set on a pork pie. Unfortunately, my pocketbook wouldn’t let $79 go floating on a luxury like that, so I had to bid the very nice gentleman who was hitting on me adieu. He did have excellent hat advice though. Maybe next month…

I also peeked into the McSweeney’s pirate store, which was like being in a life-sized version of the magazine. Somehow that which is ironic and witty on the page ends up being gauche and overbearing in person. It’s chock full of tchotchkies and a few publications. An expensive knick-knack store, but piratical in nature. The hats were pretty and had huge floppy brims. The best part of going in was hearing a woman ask one of the employees if they had any crystals. When shown the few crystalline objects, the customer asked “do they mean anything?” I almost laughed out loud, but managed to control myself.

Finally, also McSweeneys related, was Adobe Books, which artist Chris Cobb has rearranged so that all the books are by color. It has to be seen to be believed. Despite the complete disarrangement, I found a copy of Osborne’s A Patriot for Me.

To start things off I had lunch with Ann at Tartine. A grilled sandwich with prosciutto and provolone, macaroons, a merengue with cocoa nibs in it, and a cappuccino. Delish. Of course, now I’m much poorer, but I got to walk around the city, take in the air, and read. I’m much more centered and ready for the trip home tomorrow at the crack of dawn. Time to pack.

characterizations of entropy

I was looking up axiomatic characterizations of entropy today and figured I’d share. There are two different axiomatizations I found while rooting around my books. I’m sure there are more, but these have nice plausible arguments. The entropy of a random variable measures the uncertainty inherent to that random variable. Earlier I argued that one should think of this uncertainty in terms of praxis — how many bits it takes to resolve something, or how many bits it can resolve. Here the question is more fundamental: what do we mean by the uncertainty?
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the spam was getting to me

So I upgraded to the free version of MT 3.121, with the snazzier and better version of MT-Blacklist. So far, so good, although I kept putting the images in the wrong place. Commenting should work again, although it was broken all afternoon.

And now — project reports. I like to call this little detour “structured procrastination.”

Emperor Norton I Bridge

Some in the Bay Area wish to rename the Bay Bridge the Emperor Norton I bridge. Norton, a 19th century eccentric, lead a full and exciting life as the only Emperor of the United States. His many decrees and letters can be found online, and are good for a mid-day chuckle. I was first introduced to him in the Sandman comic, collected in Fables and Reflections. I suppose if I had been here before reading it I would have known all about him, but I figured Neil Gaiman was making it up. Truth, as they say, is stranger than fiction.

congratulations

To Ginny Corless on getting a Marshall fellowship this year! I am so out of the loop I hadn’t checked the listing two weeks ago. Applying for those fellowships really makes you get your shit together, and actually getting one means you really have it together. Color me impressed.

charming

Doesn’t the government in Orissa have something better to do with its time than institute a crackdown on snake charmers? It’s one of the poorest states in India, with a ridiculously high illiteracy rate. Its 40% Dalits and Adivasis, who are already plenty oppressed by the government and society in general. Perhaps there are bigger fish to fry…