Tiger Nervous

"The day I'm not nervous is the day I quit."
-- Tiger Woods

"All I wanted..."

Read the article written by Captain Chesley B. Sullenberger III describing his experiences. Link

Chesley "Sully" Sullenburger

Interesting statements made on television by Chesley Sullenburger the pilot of the Airbus A320 airplane who emergency landed on Hudson River in New York on January 15.

He didn't pray.

"I imagine somebody in back was taking care of that for me," he said, referring to the panicked passengers and flight attendants in the plane's cabin. "My focus was so intensely on the landing, I thought of nothing else."

"The physiological reaction I had was strong and I had to force myself to use my training and force calm on the situation,"

"It was the worst, sickening, pit-of-your-stomach, falling-through-the-floor feeling I've ever felt in my life. I knew immediately it was very bad."

Afterwards.

"The first few nights were the worst. The second-guessing would come: It made sleep hard."

"One of the hardest things for me to do in this whole experience was to forgive myself for not having done something else, something better, something more complete,"

About being called a hero.

"I don't feel comfortable embracing it, but I don't want to deny it. I don't want to diminish their thankful feeling toward me. Something about this episode captured people's imagination. I think they want good news; they want to be hopeful again, and if I can help in that way, I will."

Abraham Verghese

Read this article about a doctor turned a fiction writer, Abraham Verghese.

Robert B. Zajonc

Excerpts from an obituary in this morning's newspaper.

Robert B. Zajonc, a Stanford University professor who drew on his harrowing boyhood experience as a Polish refugee fleeing the Nazis during World War II to become an expert on human behavior and a founding father in the field of modern social psychology, has died.

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Born in 1923 in Poland, he and his parents fled to Warsaw from their small hometown after the Nazi invasion. In 1939, the large apartment building where they were living was bombed. The 16-year-old boy woke up in a hospital, both legs broken, to learn that he was the only survivor of the blast.

He was later rounded up by Nazi troops and sent to a labor camp, where he made bales of hay. One night in 1942, he and another youth escaped the camp and spent the next three months on the run to France - hiding during the day, walking at night. In France, he was caught by Nazis and sent to a political prison. After connecting with the French resistance, in 1943 he escaped to England where he joined the U.S. Army, working as a translator. He eventually became fluent in seven languages.

When the war ended, he worked as a translator for the U.N. Relief and Rehabilitation Administration in Paris. He relocated to New York in 1948 and worked as a statistician for American Express. A year later he was admitted to the University of Michigan, where he earned his bachelor's, master's and doctorate degrees. There he taught until 1994.

Professor Zajonc helped shape the post-World War II science of social psychology.

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One of Professor Zajonc's early important studies led him to the conclusion that when someone else is present, one's performance is enhanced if engaged in a simple or well-known task. If, on the other hand, the task is difficult or unfamiliar, the presence of another person will adversely impact one's performance.

As part of that research conducted over three years, Professor Zajonc worked with cockroaches from Central America. A cockroach would run a simple maze faster if another cockroach were present. But if the maze was complex, or if the cockroach was alone, it would run the maze slower.

The writer who had played a writer

In the past dozen years we have witnessed in America at least a half dozen well publicized literary and journalistic hoaxes. A common theme runs through all of them: they are made up stories presented as real life reports, of people, often children, who are drug addicts, deviants, criminals. The stories create sensations, cause faux outrage (a seven year old street drug addict?!), their authors achieve fame, make television appearances, collect accolades and cash, before the hoax is discovered.

What interests me at the moment is that the narratives that attract so much attention and glory are not some Horatio Alger fantasies of luck and success, or uplifting sagas of friendship, bravery, of overcoming insurmountable obstacles, no Count of Monte Christo, no James Fenimore Cooper, no Huckleberry Finn even, they are invariably depressing tragedies of fall, failure, life at the bottom of the gutter. When they appear in a newspaper, their purpose is purely propagandistic: we are living in a heartless, evil capitalist society, the author suggests, and why doesn't the government do something about it! And their utterly negative view of human existence is apparently what causes their popularity, drawing readers, the discreetly charming American bourgeoise. Decadence sells among the well fed.

Not surprisingly, the fairly recent hoax of JT LeRoy attracted the avant-garde of decadence and self-congratulatory compassion, the Hollywood crowd, among them Winona Ryder, Courtney Love, Carrie Fisher, Lou Reed. The young woman who played the fake author JT LeRoy (a man) is said to have had a love affair with Italian actress Asia Argento. She has now published a book of her own, and an interesting article about it and about her travails caught my attention provoking this post. (As I stay away from inspirational literature, I haven't read the JT LeRoy books, which apparently still sell copies!) Anyway, this is the story of a writer who had played a writer. Link.

Finally, here is a list of a few recent literary hoaxes (journalistic hoaxes of this type are typically hushed, as the newspapers and television want to quickly make us forget anything that undermines their credibility.)

Murakami

Haruki Murakami was in town. I didn't join the worshipping throng, but it turns out that if I had gone to my favourite record stores the previous weekend, I might have run into him in the vinyl jazz section. Oh, well. Yesterday, a brief interview with him was published in the local paper. Excerpts:

I know how fiction matters to me, because if I want to express myself, I have to make up a story. Some people call it imagination. To me, it's not imagination. It's just a way of watching. Sometimes it's not easy. You have to dream intentionally. Most people dream a dream when they are asleep. But to be a writer, you have to dream while you are awake, intentionally. So I get up early in the morning, 4 o'clock, and I sit at my desk and what I do is just dream. After three or four hours, that's enough. In the afternoon, I run. The next day, the dream will continue. You cannot do that while you are asleep. When the dream stops, it stops forever. You cannot continue to dream that same dream. But if you are a writer, you can do that. That is a great thing, to keep on dreaming while you are awake.

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We are living in the future now, in a kind of science fiction - 9/11 itself was kind of unreal to me, those images of planes diving into the buildings. I felt like I stepped into the wrong world.

I have a feeling that if people like my stories, they are feeling the same way. Many people are feeling trapped. That is what I'm doing in my writing every day. I'm stepping into a dark room. There is a secret door in my mind. I step inside and I don't know what I'm going to find. Darkness. I describe what I see and I return to this world. My job is to just see and to write it down. I'm just an observer of what's happening.