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T. Devayani Rao 1930-2009
My friend Devayani, the mother of my friend Anil, died this afternoon [update: I bumped this is when I put in the full obituary; she died 29 May], after being in failing health for the last couple of months.
She was born in India, moved from there to England, then to the US, with her husband L.N. Rao, MD, FRAS, and her children Anil and Geeta. The Raos had a third son, Ajit, in 1969. She also had two grandchildren, Deviyani and Tristan,
I met them in about 1967, when Anil and I became friends, and I’ve known the family ever since. In later years we joked — except it wasn’t completely a joke — about me being her middle son, by adoption.
I miss her.
Extended obituary below the fold.
NPV of Higher Ed?
Having attended both Duke and Carolina, this one struck me:
Now the next question is: Will consumers become more sophisticated too? Tuition, room, and board at the University of North Carolina in Chapel Hill cost about half what they cost at nearby Duke. Is a Duke education really twice as valuable as one from UNC?
Yet economic benefits are not the sole measurement of value. Intellectually, spiritually, and morally, American higher education is in crisis, with the worst damage manifested at the most expensive institutions. At Duke, racial politics whooped up a faculty lynch mob against student lacrosse players who were falsely accused of rape. It’s often at the costliest universities that students are able to graduate with a degree in English without ever having read Shakespeare, a degree in history despite ignorance of the Civil War, or one in art history without ever having encountered the Renaissance.
Read it all.
By Way of an Announcement
Last night I ordered the first month of a NutriSystem Diabetic plan, which I expect I’ll start roughly 1 June. I’ll be diary-ing it here.
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What does this remind me of…