In its 01 January 2026 issue, Nature covers a current exhibit at the Musée de l’Homme, Paris, on mummies (or momies in French), incl. an Assassin’s Creed interactive device! With a complaint that the exhibit discloses too much about the individuals behind (or before?) the mummies, incl. age, cause of death and sometimes a scan… I find the complaint rather weird in that the individuals have been mummified for hundreds or thousands of years, mostly from cultures that have themselves vanished. (Note: As an atheist, I do not believe in an absolute “sanctity” of corpses and hope my dead body will be put to use for organ donations and medical student practice. The more so because people often have less concern for the living, just like anti-abortion activists rarely care about the children born from mothers denied a right to abortion.) Part of the article message is actually about de-colonising museums, even though transferring mummies back to where they were found does not include time travel to recreate the conditions the (hopefully) dead individuals were processed. (Note: As a universalist, I do not see much rationale in deeming multiple generation descendants (which ones?) or related ethnic groups having more say about handling these remains.) Which also bring to mind a puzzling, caricatural, “Perspective” Nature article in the 07 January 2026 issue arguing that conservation (towards protecting endangered species) is driven by “Western science”, colonialist, racist and marginalizing indigenous communities. Acknowledged as inspired by the Black Lives Matter movement and submitted in 2021, I am surprised the article ever got accepted given its focus on ideology rather than (universal) science, e.g., when referring to Michel Foucault’s theories as essential to conservation theory and practice or in opposing trophy hunting bans as providing income for communities. The nadir being the play on RACE (for rights, agency, challenge, and education) as the acronym for the supported model for conservation. (Note: As a frequent traveller, I do realise the tension between conservation of endangered animal populations and the survival needs of local communities. During our last trip to India, we had a hugely educative conversation with a Kerala farmer family, where they complained about the damages from and the dangers of local elephants on crops, as well as monkeys on their cocoa plantation, to the point they were considering giving up that crop.)
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Posted in Books, Mountains, pictures, Travel, University life with tags abortion, anthropology, Assassin's Creed, cocoa, conservation, culture shock, exhibit, France, ideology, Indiai, indige, International Union for Conservation of Nature, Kerala, Michel Foucault, mummies, Musée de l'Homme, Muséum National d’Histoire Naturelle, Nature, Paris, privacy, tourism, Ubisoft, War Remnants Museum on March 21, 2026 by xi'ana journal of the disruption year
Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life, Wines with tags Bengali food, Black Plague, book reviews, British Raj, Brussels sprouts, COVID-19, cuisine, curry, Daniel Defoe, dystopia, food delivery, forensics, His Dark Materials, Japan, Japanese TV series, Journal of the Plague Year, Kerala, Korean food, Leamington Spa, Philip Pullman, plastic waste, restaurant, roses, Russian invasion, Sainte-Baume, spoilers, Stand Up To Trump, The Book of Dust, trail running, training, Ukraine, US society on February 19, 2026 by xi'an
Read Philip Pullman’s The Rose Dust till the last and final page! The end of a long wait and the conclusion of the trilogy… I have mixed feelings about this ending. I enjoyed most of the book with its alternative 1930’s impressions and the chaotic trek through an imaginary Middle East, but the story itself is lacking structure and strength. Especially for the final hundred pages, where the pace changed, slowing down as if to delay the finale. Suddenly the style became heavy, the story unconvincing, the characters more and more verbose, and the pages overloaded with mostly meaningless info-dump. (Warning: spoilers!) The worst was during the passage of the main characters into one alternative world, with an even heavier go at conglomerates like TP and the destruction of the rose fields and the old ways. Now that I have finished the book, I have no clear understanding of the nature of “Dust”, the importance of the rose fields, and the reasons for the actions of most of the characters…
Cooked Brussels sprouts on 31 January, when else?! With hardly any bitterness left, once grilled! And a week-lasting vegetable curry with plenty of mushrooms and onions (and chili) while in Warwick, with the addition of a ready-made Jalfrezi sauce that proved way too mild (and originates from the British Raj, rather than genuine Bengali cuisine). As did an otherwise fantastic fish curry at Kayal, the reference Kerala cuisine in Leamington Spa and a favourite of mine in the area (along with the Korean barbecue in Coventry!). A week that also reached 100km of running, thanks to evening sessions, in preparation for the Sainte Baume trail. I also went through a scary NYT piece on the rise of food delivery in the US urban areas. With the disturbing impacts on health, budgets, pollution, socialisation, and the new Lumpenproletariat of delivery drivers. (The nadir being this story of a data analyst working a second job as a food delivery driver to pay off his debt from ordering too much food delivery! Not the most efficient data analyst around, then!)
Watched the 2018 Japanese TV show Unnatural (for Unnatural Death Investigation Laboratory, UDI Lab), featuring a group of forensic scientists with enough personal issues to feed the ten episodes. Very light despite the setting, always far from realistic, but rather homely and pleasant for its (indirect) depiction of modern societal issues in Japan.
a journal of the constant chaos year
Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Travel, Wines with tags almond butter, bagels, baguette, Black Plague, book reviews, Brandon Sanderson, buckwheat, COVID-19, Daniel Defoe, Dehli, French bread, Hindi, India, Journal of the Plague Year, Kerala, Ladakh, Mistborn, Montréal, motorbike, New York city, road movie, Royal Enfield Bullet, Russian invasion, Seattle, Stand Up To Trump, The Wheel of Time, Ukraine, USA on April 24, 2025 by xi'an
Read (at last) The Cartographers, by Peng Shepherd, which I bought in Seattle last summer. And stated in India. A book that starts with the (fascinating) Fra Mauro map cannot be that terrible, but the story does not keep up with its promises, less for its core idea of taking the opposite of Korzybski’s “The map is not the territory” (since a special map is the territory!) than for its disappointing characters that prove more two-dimensional than the maps they profess to love. Dialogues are either lame or monologues. The central character, Nell, is mostly a pawn for the older characters. The constant unfolding of coïncidences is such that it makes the book sound even one-dimensional at times. The academia connections are ludicrous. The fire incident is beyond suspension of belief. And the ending is quite poor, maybe predictably since maps have no endpoints… I also started the Stormlight Archives, by (Mistborn author) Brandon Sanderson, which may take a while to complete!
Made more roasted almond and black sesame butters, more whey buckwheat galettes, and various dahls. Visited a stupendous bagel store, Shelsky’s of Brooklyn, upon my (smooth) arrival in New York City, further tasting (and appreciating) smoked sturgeon for the first time. The bagels there definitely beat the famous Saint-Viateur bagels in Montréal! And a French bakery, Bread Story, in the East Village, which is run by a former apprentice of a cousin of mine’s and which sticks to traditional French breads, including buckwheat baguettes!
Watched Dhak Dhak in the plane to New York, an Hindi road movie about four women biking their way from Delhi to the 5,359m Khardung La pass, with plenty of great views. These women are riding on the iconic Royal Enfield Bullet bikes, found everywhere in India (and now spotted in Paris), and the story does not avoid a single pot-hole in the predictable route from the range of their backgrounds and motivations for the trip/pilgrimage/escape to their coming-of-age, along with 30mn of songs, up to the happy ending! In short, that’s a perfect plane movie.



