Two great tastes that go perfect together

Honorary degree-licious!Seems the Microlender Laureate is not just about microlending anymore. On November 7-8 Muhammad Yunus will unveil the new Grameen Danone Food Factory with the help of none other than Headbutter Laureate Zinedine Zidane.

Is this what Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick was talking about?P.S. For those of you who read things printed on pieces of paper, check out the centerfold in the September issue of the Believer mag that documents all the wikipedia entries for Zidane during the seven minutes following the moment that will live on infamy round out his glorious career.

Habeas Corpse

Habeas Corpus, RIP


Habeas Corpus, friend to many, died today in Washington, DC. It was seven hundred ninety one years old. Habeas’ violent demise came after a long, robust and celebrated career as defender of the weakest members of society, during which it freelanced as a bulwark against encroachments on civil liberties. Habeas Corpus is survived by its only direct descendant, the Rule of Law, and a distant relative, The Bill of Rights.

Though Habeas Corpus makes its first appearance as an adult in the Anglo-American legal record in the early part of the 14th Century, the idea that prisoners should have direct appeal to the court exercising jurisdiction over them for an explanation as to why they have been deprived of personal liberty dates to ancient days in Merry Old.

The unhindered prerogatives of the British sovereign ended when King John, under pressure from angry nobles, agreed to the terms of what would become, on reduction to parchment, the Magna Carta–a document of enumerated limits on executive power that included an infant writ that would grow into Habeas Corpus. The date: June 19th, 1215. John was England’s last absolute monarch, but alas, not the last pretender to such titles.

Even sainted Lincoln, no civil libertarian, regarded interference with Habeas’ work as a drastic measure; when he suspended the writ during the civil war, he was careful to do it according to Constitutional guidelines, and under a declaration of war. When hostilities ceased, it was put right back on the job.

Though many American leaders have lamented the direct, intercessionary work of Habeas on the part of society’s unwashed and pesky, until recently, none had had the courage, or the excuse, to make a move against Habeas’ well-earned place as the Prince of Writs. Nixon is known to have once remarked to Kissinger:

“Henry, that fuckface Jew writ had gone and done it this time! Find a way for me to take him out, won’t you? I’ll bomb the bastard, that’s what I’ll do. What? I can’t bomb an abstraction? Well what in Christ’s name am I to do then? I bet that writ smokes pot with the ACLU, peaceniks and Jewish psychologists. Get me Edgar on the line. We’ll smear–Henry, wait. Where are you going? Henry, I meant bad Jews, not you. Why do you have that look on your…wait, Henry, don’t–“

It was not until the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001 that an executive had the opportunity, the geographic flexibility, the gumption and enough bad legal theory in his cabinet to move on Habeas. Emboldened by a phalanx of idiots who kept him from hearing anything remotely resembling reason, George W. Bush finally put out a hit on Habeas. The American legislature, which had been bitch-slapped into fawning ho-dom for six years through signing statements and their own fealty to lobbyists and overweening lusts for pageboy tush, gave their go-ahead.

In the end, for one who had done so much good, Habeas Corpus stood alone. It was as though Caesar had colluded with the Senate to kill Brutus, and not with knives, but with a single, gaudy fountain pen.

Habeas Corpus’ last words were, reportedly, et tu Americi?

Memorials will be held in the hearts of gentle people, prisoners, legal scholars and aspirants to democracy. Habeas Corpus’ survivors ask that in lieu of flowers, donations be sent to anyone with the balls to speak fucking truth to power.


A Huzzah! to my man Whitney Cox for defending his dissertation today. Much cel[r]ebration will be had.

And, tomorrow all concerned are going to the 35th Annual South Asia Conference at Madison. I have a panel Digital Humanities for South Asia with a paper, From Diwan to Database: Digital Archives of South Asia – along with pdcs. The exciting thing is that we have the worst time-slot. So, l33t.

If any gentle readers want to meet up, you will know where to find me.

Shakespeare Re-mixed

Recently, we watched Omkara – Vishal Bharadwaj’s adaptation of Othello. A few nights ago, I watched Xiaoxang Feng’s The Banquet – Hamlet set in the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms of China. I could seriously geek out over the visual delights offered by both of these productions, but I will restrain myself since I have another reason behind this post.

Course Title: Shakespeare in Asian Cinema

Can we come up with a list of movies that can be labelled as adaptations or re-tellings of Shakespeare set in Asia? Difficulty: The movie must proclaim itself an adaptation. We can begin with K.B. Athavale’s 1928 Khoon-e Nahak [Hamlet] and Sohrab Modi’s 1935 Khoon Ka Khoon [Hamlet]. J. J. Madan’s 1941 Zalim Saudagar [Merchant of Venice]. Also, Gulzar’s 1982 Angoor [Comedy of Errors] or Jaya Raaj’s 1997 Kaliyattam [Othello].

Further fun: Comparing South vs. East Asian adapatations.

The Macbeths of Kurosawa [Throne of Blood] and Bharadwaj [Maqbool] could be compared. Or this Turkish female Hamlet!

Add away.