A little indulgence on a Saturday afternoon.

Had been craving for crab curry for quite a while. Experimented with Alaskan king crabs and a Goanese recipe that is well reviewed by crab lovers. Loved the taste. Come home if you want to try some. Warning: It is disappearing fast!

Big Data and the Mortuary

Sounds gross, right?

But here's the story. I get on the "big data" bandwagon.
I develop these nice scalable algorithms for learning from the big data. I test them on data that does not fit in the memory of my personal laptop (otherwise the reviewers for my journal papers do not agree that I am doing GOOD research). I use a cluster for all of this work - which I have spent hours configuring and playing around with.

But then I decide to relocate. With all my tangible possessions. How do I move this large cluster?

Needless to say, I am emotionally attached to it, by now. It was not easy getting it up and running in the first place. Then I did all the dirty data cleaning work on it. That was another 100+ hours of my existence. And now I am facing this scenario -- I do not have the physical space to store the machines; the administrator who spent many sleepless nights with me has decided to take a break.

The research organizations and foundations that helped set up the cluster have not given thought to the problem. They are only concerned with getting useful things out of it still. Once you build an empire, you usually do not want to relocate.

The environmentalists roll their eyes at me. Large scale computing infrastructure in the electronic waste recycling? You serious? Well go find a place to host them.

Yes, true.

Meanwhile, does any one care about what would happen to these large scale repos once no one rides the bandwagon anymore?

I feel like the Lorax in Dr. Seuss's book(http://www.seussville.com/books/book_detail.php?isbn=9780385372022).

The Onceler and the Truffula trees had their way. The Onceler is unrepentant. He  defiantly tells the Lorax that he will keep on "biggering" his business, but at that moment one of his machines fells the very last of the Truffula trees. Without raw materials, the factory shuts down. The Lorax says nothing. Just one sad backward glance and disappears behind the smoggy clouds. Where he last stood is a small monument engraved with a single word: "UNLESS". The Onceler ponders the message for years, in solitude. 

Stir Fried Wild Figs (Dumur) - A Delicacy of the East.

The Indian fig tree, Gular (Ficus racemosa), is unusual in that its figs grow on or close to the tree trunk [Wikipedia]. The fruit is almost never sold commercially in large quantities because of the threat of fig wasps. This however, is quite easily available in local vegetable markets in West Bengal (particularly in Kolkata) and goes by the name -- 'Dumur'.

 The easiest recipe one can try with it is 'Stir Fried Dumur' - Cut the fruit in half or quarters(you may have a white secretion) and pressure cook (two whistles should do the trick) with turmeric and salt.

In a wok, heat oil. Allow 1/2 tea spoon of whole mustard seeds to splutter and add in chopped onions, ginger garlic paste, curry leaves. When onions brown and oil separates, add in the dumur, cumin powder, chili powder and salt to taste. Stir fir for a few minutes and remove from the flame. Serve as a side dish with dal and rice.

A more popular variant is to do the above but add in diced potatoes. This helps increase the quantity, if you want to prepare and keep for a few servings!

An afternoon spent on Egyptology.

Ever since we read about mummies, my almost six year old son bombarded me with questions. Some were relatively easy - Where is Egypt? and Can we go to Egypt?. Others were philosophical - What happens after death? and What do mummies do in their after-life?. The colorful inscriptions on the mummy cases in the book raised yet another plethora of questions, ranging from What do all these inscriptions mean? and Why do they have to write it down?. The tomb robbers were even more intriguing - Why do they not keep mummies of the tomb robbers? Of course, the associated ethical issues were hard to interpret for the youngster.

Well - there is only so much I can do to even partially answer these questions.

The family headed to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, NY to spend an afternoon with the mummies and learn about the Egyptian civilization. While I vaguely remember reading about it in high school history texts, the truth is that Egyptology has intrigued me, too. I had never ventured to learn more, though [other than visits to local museums and observing some of the artifacts].

The MET, NY on a warm summer day.

We are generally, however, not too fond of visiting museums. Travel to the city, maneuvering the traffic on 5th Avenue, long walks inside the museum all contribute to the unwillingness of spending part of the day there. Only this time, there was no respite.

I will not be able to do justice to the innumerable Egyptian artifacts stored in the museum by describing them in this blog. They are displayed chronologically over 39+ rooms (including study rooms). Nonetheless, some exhibits caught the eye.

Papyrus in honor of goddess Hathor found at her shrine in Deir el-Bahari.

Royal funerary procession 

Remnants from the tombs.

Mummy cases. The Egyptians carved the faces of the dead on the case containing the mummy.

The temple of Dendur was impressive. The government of Egypt gifted it to the MET in 1956 and it had to be dismantled and removed from its original location to avoid Lake Nasser from submerging it due to construction of the Aswan High Dam. The task was accomplished with the help from UNESCO.

The iconic room in the MET and details of the hieroglyphs on the walls of the temple at Dendur.

My son decided some study of hieroglyphs would help. So he asked Now do you understand what is written there? Well, Sigh. How do you explain to a six year old, that the task of computational linguistics is much harder than just examining artifacts? 

Back at home, we poured over publications of the MET which explained the calligraphy. Hours spent trying to interpret them were not frustrating. Here is what we came up with!

Many of these are not described in the publication from the MET. So we invented some of those! My son felt the second hieroglyph was a pyramid [and had to do with burial] while my interpretation was a ship (or boat) with a sail. We both could be wrong. The horned viper was misleading, too. The young man preferred calling it a snail, probably because of the horn-like structures. The semi-circular disks could be baskets, but the hieroglyph typically used for representing them seemed to have handles on them. The ones we were reading did not have them. Most importantly, we did not understand whether they were telling a story or just depicted some objects that were being kept in the tomb.

Want to help us? We would love to hear from you.

We learnt also, that reading papyrus electronically is not as easy as one might expect. The letters are faded. The material fragmented. What a pity that these ancient manuscripts, after being recovered from the pyramids and having survived the tomb robbers now lie in the museum, without being interpreted! 

The Ancient Lives project is a recent venture of papyrologists from Oxford and the Egypt exploration society which is using crowd sourcing to scan and interpret (if possible) Egyptian hieroglyphs. For all those with young kids (elementary and middle school?) interested in Egyptian hieroglyphs - here's an excellent way to spend those long hours away from school!

Review of The Old Man and the Sea, Ernest Hemingway

The Old Man and the Sea. Ernest Hemingway.

A story about the pursuit of resilience. An old fisherman has not been 'lucky' at sea. Without a catch for forty days, [and feeling desperate] he decides to take off on his skiff far away into the sea.
Alone. He grapples with loneliness.

"He looked around for the bird now because he would have liked him for company. The bird was gone. You did not stay long, the man thought."

Finally, there is a tug on the bait. Somewhere miles and miles beneath the surface a large fish may have eaten it. He does not know what kind of fish it is, how big it is or even whether he should wait for it. He decides to wait it out. A few days pass without food (except raw fish he catches from the sea such as dolphin and flying fish) and very little water. What follows is a relentless agonizing battle - observing the behavior of a fish, waiting in anticipation for it to tire out and then pull him on board. The soliloquy of the old man sweeps the reader away - for example, when he convinces himself that it is important to take rest, just as perhaps the fish down below needs some rest too.

"Rest now old man, and let him work until your next duty comes. [Pg 76]"

After the battle is won, he realizes the catch is too big for his skiff.
"Then his head started to become a little unclear and he thought, is he bringing me in or am I bringing him in? If I were towing him behind, there would be no question. Nor if the fish were in the skiff, with all dignity gone, there would be no question either. But they were sailing together [the huge marlin had to be fixed up on the side of the skiff] lashed side by side and the old man thought, let him bring me in if it pleases him. I am only better than him through trickery and he meant no harm."

The conclusion that the battle was but won through 'trickery', leaves the reader numb. The notion of what makes one person 'better' than another raises philosophical questions on morality, values and existence.

And the climax " 'But man is not made for defeat', he said. A man can be destroyed but not defeated."

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Notes on why I found this book so appealing:

Hemingway has played a crucial role in the formative years of my life. The first book I read was from my school library at Loreto, Asansol. 'A Farewell To Arms'.
I remember reading 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' with my husband at our regular haunts to the 'Landmark' bookstore in Chennai. Along the way, I have read several other books, but 'The Old Man and the Sea' with its simplicity of language and diction leaves one mesmerized. I have probably read this earlier. With age, the appreciation for this Pulitzer prize winning novella has simple increased.

I wanted to re-read this work, ever since we happened to take a trip to West Palm Beach Florida. Not only did we wander on the beaches, play in the sand, pick up giant sea shells, watch turtles, and glorious sunrises - our resort faced the ocean, giving us an opportunity to listen to the music of the sea. The fishing trawlers would leave early in the morning and I was lucky to wake up early and watch them. One followed another as they headed deep into the sea. Eventually, the family decided to go fishing! And while we were not expert fishermen - it left an indelible impression on our minds - including the then three year old who got to see live 'sharks'.

Savory Crepes

I love crepes. Easy to prepare and useful when bored of sandwiches. The basic recipe involves mixing together an egg, a cup of flour, 1/2 cup of milk and 1/2 cup of water, a teaspoonful of vanilla extract, salt to taste. Stir to make a flowing batter - Ladle it out on a hot pan after spraying with oil. When one side is done, flip. Top with cheese, greens (sautéed spinach or coriander), green or hot peppers to taste.

I have now learnt of several restaurants specializing in crepes in Western NY. Favorites include (1) Break'n Eggs Creperie, Williamsville. (2) Desert Cafe, East Amherst. (3) Poppleton Bakery, Corning NY.

A Hidden Gem: Mulakunnathukavu Temple in Thrissur District - Learning and Creativity

A Hidden Gem: Mulakunnathukavu Temple in Thrissur District - Learning and Creativity: A journey through the mesmerizing beauty of Mulakunnathukavu Temple in Thrissur District, one of the lesser known temples of Kerala. By Haimonti Dutta.