Time sits on the far side of Christmas and just shy of the new year and I've given myself today to catch up on the little things. My older sister and her husband left for the States this morning and my little sister and her boyfriend are relaxing downstairs before spending one last day in Derry tomorrow. So after all of the site seeing, catch-up conversations, Christmas pudding (a traditional Irish holiday dessert which is a heavy, sweet raisin bread covered in custard), shopping excursions, pub visits, and castle explorations, it was time to "have a lie-in" (sleep-in), eat things like spaghetti and pancakes and devote some time to the simple things.
I cannot say that I had any particular expectations for my first Christmas away from Pennsylvania. However, I was excited to experience "home" away from home by having my sisters here with me. Jenae made this extra special by bringing some of our traditional Christmas ornaments with her, including my favorite Santa boot ornament that I've had since I was three. It is hanging on my fake, freely obtained, heavily lighted and gorgeous tree downstairs. She also brought a Christmas story book that we've read since childhood. It was always Bri's favorite and her husband, Joel, gave us all a fantastic reading Christmas morning in a way that only a skilled third grade teacher can. Everything shuts down in Derry on Christmas for the entire day. No movie theaters open at night, no restaurants, not even a pub. Which was great, except for the fact that in the rush of buying ingredients to make Christmas cookies the day before we had forgotten to really consider Christmas dinner. Jenae whipped together a homemade pizza so good no one really missed the ham and turkey anyways. Truth be told, the chocolate was not in short order either, which helped.
Speaking of Christmas cookies, I was unaware that the tasty little morsels fall into an American tradition, or at least, it is definitely not traditionally Irish. So, we three sisters got busy and whipped together plates filled with chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin cookies, chocolate dipped pretzels, and mini shoo-fly pies for good measure and delivered them to Kevin's family and my host Rotary counselor. Smash hit:)
I noticed two wee things about Christmas in Ireland that can be considered fun little cultural tidbits. First of all, Christmas crackers are little merrymaking toys that often accompany Christmas dinners and events. They are not edible but rather look like a toilet-paper roll wrapped in Christmas paper and tied at each end with a festive ribbon. The idea is that you give your neighbor sitting beside you one end and pull the other end and then--POP! The cracker breaks and inside contains a colorful paper crown, a little toy and perhaps a joke (in the flavor of those you would find on a popsickle stick). Most people put on the little paper crown and continue to enjoy lunch, or whatever it may be that people are doing. I thoroughly enjoyed this display, particularly at the Irish Rotary functions where the dresscode is typically a business suit and tie.
Secondly, December 26th is an official holiday. In the UK and Northern Ireland it is called Boxing Day and in the Republic of Ireland, St. Stephen's day. We asked several people what the name means and why it is celebrated. The first people we asked didn't really know, but smiled as if it was the first time they had ever considered the question. We suspected it had nothing to do with the Muhammed Ali's of the world and more to do with some tradition involving boxes, although that seemed obvious. Our inclination was correct. Boxing day was coined when people gave a "Christmas box" (presents) to less materially fortunate members of society. Today, it is a day where many people give a Christmas box to employees or friends on the day after Christmas. Hence, the name Boxing day. In Ireland and other countries, St. Stephen's day honors the first Christian martyr.
So, these things and more added to our first Christmas outside the USA. We learned very quickly that transportation, business opening hours, and museums call it a day with the rest of us which is refreshing and frustrating all at the same time. Although my time with my sisters, Joel and Drew was spent exploring the city and surrounding sites, cooking, shopping, driving and touring, the best part for me was being able to share with them my "Irish" life here and connect my worlds, so to speak. Equally, it was nice to hear about their lives in person and not through email or a Skype connection.
What a fantastic memory to hold for the rest of our lives. If we live to see our 60's and 70's, we can say, "Hey remember the time we spent Christmas in Ireland and stormed castles and ancient forts on seacliffs and baked 'American' cookies for the Derry locals?"
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Term Papers (thankfully in a completed and turned in state)
I'm finally starting to get excited about the Christmas festivities and focusing on my sisters and their husband and boyfriend coming to Derry this week. The turned in and completed state of my term papers as of 10:15 a.m. on this very day has a large part to do with that. Freedom!
So, after thousands of pages read and hours upon hours of compiling...el finito! I have had some very interesting conversations in the past month or so surrounding these topics and if you are in any way interested, I will be happy to send the pdf. versions to you, although in truth, the bibliographies will likely be more useful! And, by the way, does anyone know how to post PDF's to a blog?
The are the titles and introductions to my work this term.
Nonviolence: Challenging Negative Perceptions and Exploring Future Possibilities
War is not a biological necessity, but rather a social invention, according to the Seville Statement on Violence issued in 1986 by the social and biological scientists at the UNESCO conference in Seville, Spain. Nor is war inherent to the human species, according to psychologist Steven Kull (1984, p.55). Berger and Luukman (1971) argue that all social knowledge and institutions (including warfare) are a social construction. A study done in the 1940’s by Sorokin concluded that war in itself was not inevitable, but was becoming more lethal over time. (cited in Boulding E., 2000, p. 26). Yet individuals and nation states still participate in war, political violence, and destructive conflict with the belief or assumption that violence presents the only viable option to achieving an end.
Nonviolence and peaceful cultures have existed for millennia in every continent and continue to challenge the accepted view that violence and war are biologically, socially or politically inevitable. Nonviolent action can be a powerful and effective practice for eliciting positive social and political change. The focus of this paper is to identify negative perceptions about nonviolence, address the lack of historical education about nonviolence, and pose general practices for a nonviolent campaign.
For the purpose of clarifying vague terms, nonviolence and nonviolent direct action in this paper are meant to imply the vigorous commitment to “peace by peaceful means” as defined by Galtung and popularly attributed to Gandhi and Martin Luther King Jr., but are not meant to imply (or exclude) a moral and religious imperative. The concept of peace in this paper exceeds the definition of simply the absence of violence, but should be considered to be “nonviolent and creative conflict transformation” (Galtung, 1996, p. 9) with an emphasis on building and preserving political, economic, and social rights . The words success and failure typically refer to whether or not the explicit goals of the resistant group (violent or nonviolent) were met. Although this strict and dichotomous definition does not recognize that partial successes and failures are present in every violent and nonviolent conflict, success and failure will be regarded as either principally achieving or failing to reach the defined goal of the struggle.
*As a little tid-bit for the Pennsylvania crowd, did you know that our state was an experiment in nonviolence initially, one of the only communities to establish working and friendly relationships with the Native American population? Or that it was NOT named for William Penn (a Quaker) as we are taught in school, but rather for his father who was the accomplished and celebrated Sir Admiral William Penn?
Storytelling: A Bottom-up approach to truth-recovery and social change in Northern Ireland
The ancient practice of storytelling engages both the teller and the listener in a dialogue that creates a space to understand or imagine different facets of life. Modern Western thought traditionally revered scientific thought as the ultimate form of valid knowledge but regarded storytelling and other experiences that involve emotions, creativity or imagination with little academic, business, or psychological utility. However, stories are increasingly used in the improvement of collaborative relationships in organizations as well as psychotherapy (Garcia-Lorenzo, Nolas, and de Zeeuw, 2008, and Hibbert, McInnes, and Huxham, 2008) and in post-conflict truth recovery and social change processes. This paper seeks to address the reasons why storytelling is a beneficial bottom-up truth recovery process, identify different types of storytelling initiatives in Northern Ireland, provide basic storytelling methodologies, address broad challenges and explore ways that storytelling can create a new narrative for future generations.
In the post-violent era of conflict in Northern Ireland, ushered in by the Belfast Agreement of 1998, storytelling has been recognized as an effective bottom-up approach to truth recovery, healing, reconciliation, historical record, and dealing with the past . Janet Senehi (2002, p. 54) claims that through stories, we visit, interpret, mourn and treasure the past. Storytelling is a process in which memory and truth are expressed, heard, and recorded and individual and collective awareness is uncovered. Such claims are legitimized as both academics and local citizens recognize that stories “tell us not only who we are but who we have been and where we should be” (Rappaport, 2000, p. 796). As society continues to confront the vestiges of protracted violent conflict by creating new narratives about what happened and continues to happen in Northern Ireland, “it is very clear that these stories not only exist but they have powerful effects on human behavior.” (Rappaport, 1995, p. 796) With proper methodology processes in place and support from the local community, storytelling can be a very meaningful and significant bottom-up truth recovery process and agent for social change.
So....a thesis topic? Still contemplating my options...but after Christmas! For now, I am off to my host Rotary club's Christmas lunch.
So, after thousands of pages read and hours upon hours of compiling...el finito! I have had some very interesting conversations in the past month or so surrounding these topics and if you are in any way interested, I will be happy to send the pdf. versions to you, although in truth, the bibliographies will likely be more useful! And, by the way, does anyone know how to post PDF's to a blog?
The are the titles and introductions to my work this term.
Nonviolence: Challenging Negative Perceptions and Exploring Future Possibilities
War is not a biological necessity, but rather a social invention, according to the Seville Statement on Violence issued in 1986 by the social and biological scientists at the UNESCO conference in Seville, Spain. Nor is war inherent to the human species, according to psychologist Steven Kull (1984, p.55). Berger and Luukman (1971) argue that all social knowledge and institutions (including warfare) are a social construction. A study done in the 1940’s by Sorokin concluded that war in itself was not inevitable, but was becoming more lethal over time. (cited in Boulding E., 2000, p. 26). Yet individuals and nation states still participate in war, political violence, and destructive conflict with the belief or assumption that violence presents the only viable option to achieving an end.
Nonviolence and peaceful cultures have existed for millennia in every continent and continue to challenge the accepted view that violence and war are biologically, socially or politically inevitable. Nonviolent action can be a powerful and effective practice for eliciting positive social and political change. The focus of this paper is to identify negative perceptions about nonviolence, address the lack of historical education about nonviolence, and pose general practices for a nonviolent campaign.
For the purpose of clarifying vague terms, nonviolence and nonviolent direct action in this paper are meant to imply the vigorous commitment to “peace by peaceful means” as defined by Galtung and popularly attributed to Gandhi and Martin Luther King Jr., but are not meant to imply (or exclude) a moral and religious imperative. The concept of peace in this paper exceeds the definition of simply the absence of violence, but should be considered to be “nonviolent and creative conflict transformation” (Galtung, 1996, p. 9) with an emphasis on building and preserving political, economic, and social rights . The words success and failure typically refer to whether or not the explicit goals of the resistant group (violent or nonviolent) were met. Although this strict and dichotomous definition does not recognize that partial successes and failures are present in every violent and nonviolent conflict, success and failure will be regarded as either principally achieving or failing to reach the defined goal of the struggle.
*As a little tid-bit for the Pennsylvania crowd, did you know that our state was an experiment in nonviolence initially, one of the only communities to establish working and friendly relationships with the Native American population? Or that it was NOT named for William Penn (a Quaker) as we are taught in school, but rather for his father who was the accomplished and celebrated Sir Admiral William Penn?
Storytelling: A Bottom-up approach to truth-recovery and social change in Northern Ireland
The ancient practice of storytelling engages both the teller and the listener in a dialogue that creates a space to understand or imagine different facets of life. Modern Western thought traditionally revered scientific thought as the ultimate form of valid knowledge but regarded storytelling and other experiences that involve emotions, creativity or imagination with little academic, business, or psychological utility. However, stories are increasingly used in the improvement of collaborative relationships in organizations as well as psychotherapy (Garcia-Lorenzo, Nolas, and de Zeeuw, 2008, and Hibbert, McInnes, and Huxham, 2008) and in post-conflict truth recovery and social change processes. This paper seeks to address the reasons why storytelling is a beneficial bottom-up truth recovery process, identify different types of storytelling initiatives in Northern Ireland, provide basic storytelling methodologies, address broad challenges and explore ways that storytelling can create a new narrative for future generations.
In the post-violent era of conflict in Northern Ireland, ushered in by the Belfast Agreement of 1998, storytelling has been recognized as an effective bottom-up approach to truth recovery, healing, reconciliation, historical record, and dealing with the past . Janet Senehi (2002, p. 54) claims that through stories, we visit, interpret, mourn and treasure the past. Storytelling is a process in which memory and truth are expressed, heard, and recorded and individual and collective awareness is uncovered. Such claims are legitimized as both academics and local citizens recognize that stories “tell us not only who we are but who we have been and where we should be” (Rappaport, 2000, p. 796). As society continues to confront the vestiges of protracted violent conflict by creating new narratives about what happened and continues to happen in Northern Ireland, “it is very clear that these stories not only exist but they have powerful effects on human behavior.” (Rappaport, 1995, p. 796) With proper methodology processes in place and support from the local community, storytelling can be a very meaningful and significant bottom-up truth recovery process and agent for social change.
So....a thesis topic? Still contemplating my options...but after Christmas! For now, I am off to my host Rotary club's Christmas lunch.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Gone
Look at you out to make a deal
You try to be appealing but you lose your appeal
And what about those shoes you’re in today
They’ll do no good
On the bridges you burnt along the way
I was reading the newspaper on Sunday afternoon, thinking fondly of how my sisters and I used to scramble for the Parade magazine and comics buried deep in the Sunday News, but only after my father gave us his permission to touch the sacred Sunday paper. Mid-reverie, I came across an article that stopped me in my tracks and made me feel honestly ashamed and grieved.
"A Wal-Mart worker was killed on Friday when hundreds of shoppers surged into a Long Island, New York, store. Customers shouted angrily and kept shopping when store officials said they were closing because of the death, police and witnesses said. The store, in Valley Stream on Long Island, closed for several hours before reopening."
A disgrace. An absolute disgrace. Someone lost their life because enough people were willing to literally trample a human being to death to score one of the first legendary roll-back prices of Wal-Mart. I am ashamed because the stampede was not a strange, isolated incident. It was a symptom of a larger evil. Greed and selfishness fueled by a give-me give-me more society. I wonder how many other people recognized this when they read that article, or whether people just turned the page shaking their head at those horrible, irresponsible shoppers. See, I wasn't in that line but I know that I have contributed to that evil when I complain about being scant when I have more than I could ask for right in front of me. Or by turning down an opportunity to share generously with others in order to save a meager amount. Or by being a wasteful and lazy consumer. The death and injurites that occurred in the Wal-Mart entrance was a glimpse into the ugly reality further down the road of ungratefulness, greed, and selfish consumerism. We all play a part and in the wake of this tragedy, we should also identify and renounce the ways and extents to which we perpetuate this sickness.
On the day after Thanksgiving. It was a black Friday, indeed.
In a more positive light, I celebrated Thanksgiving with several of the other U.S. Americans in my program as well as my Irish boyfriend, Kevin, and several of our international classmates from Hungary, Japan, Columbia and the UK. Yours truly roasted the bird to a practiced perfection, and everyone else contributed tasty side dishes and pies. (Of which I am still enjoying today!) We post-poned the event until Saturday, given that we had class on Thursday and work Friday morning. No Macy's day parade or biological family. But we had good food, good wine, good conversation, and a great time that night. We all shared about our family traditions and even circled up and shared something we were each thankful for. I gave thanks that night and would now like to blog-thank the people who have invested in me and given me life opportunities, for my family, and for present company as well as my dinner company.
I appreciated this gathering and the continuation of a tradition that I have unintentionally created for myself. I have not been home to my "real" family for a Thanksgiving meal in 5 years. Every year since, I have hosted or helped plan a Thanksgiving for the U.S. American stragglers (others who could not be with their families) and international friends as well. Even though I always miss my Mom, Dad, sisters, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and even our golden retrievers a bit more on Thanksgiving day, the past 5 celebrations of thanks have enriched me in so many ways.
I am humbled by the way that people come together and share about their lives over a good meal. We are meant to give thanks....often, in private, in public, in our actions. We are meant to share our time, possessions, and humanity with each other. We are meant to listen and not just hear, but really listen to each other. We should laugh together and support each other through hard, awkward, or sad times.
During the first couple of weeks that Kevin and I started dating, we were having a conversation and he said, "You know, Bob Marley said what good is it if you gain the whole world and forfeit your soul?" I smiled and then laughed, and said, "Well...I think Jesus said that but either way, that's absolutely true." Then we both laughed. But he, (Jesus, Kevin, and maybe even Bob Marley) are right. You might save a few bucks here and there or find a steal of a deal on Black Friday at Wal-Mart, but who are you killing in the process? Yourself?
You’re willing to sell anything
Gone with your herd
Leave your footprints
And we’ll shame them with our words
Gone people
All careless and consumed
Gone
Gone going
Gone everything
Gone give a damn
Gone be the birds if they don’t want to sing
Gone people
All awkward with their things
Gone
~Jack Johnson, excerpt from "Gone"
You try to be appealing but you lose your appeal
And what about those shoes you’re in today
They’ll do no good
On the bridges you burnt along the way
I was reading the newspaper on Sunday afternoon, thinking fondly of how my sisters and I used to scramble for the Parade magazine and comics buried deep in the Sunday News, but only after my father gave us his permission to touch the sacred Sunday paper. Mid-reverie, I came across an article that stopped me in my tracks and made me feel honestly ashamed and grieved.
"A Wal-Mart worker was killed on Friday when hundreds of shoppers surged into a Long Island, New York, store. Customers shouted angrily and kept shopping when store officials said they were closing because of the death, police and witnesses said. The store, in Valley Stream on Long Island, closed for several hours before reopening."
A disgrace. An absolute disgrace. Someone lost their life because enough people were willing to literally trample a human being to death to score one of the first legendary roll-back prices of Wal-Mart. I am ashamed because the stampede was not a strange, isolated incident. It was a symptom of a larger evil. Greed and selfishness fueled by a give-me give-me more society. I wonder how many other people recognized this when they read that article, or whether people just turned the page shaking their head at those horrible, irresponsible shoppers. See, I wasn't in that line but I know that I have contributed to that evil when I complain about being scant when I have more than I could ask for right in front of me. Or by turning down an opportunity to share generously with others in order to save a meager amount. Or by being a wasteful and lazy consumer. The death and injurites that occurred in the Wal-Mart entrance was a glimpse into the ugly reality further down the road of ungratefulness, greed, and selfish consumerism. We all play a part and in the wake of this tragedy, we should also identify and renounce the ways and extents to which we perpetuate this sickness.
On the day after Thanksgiving. It was a black Friday, indeed.
In a more positive light, I celebrated Thanksgiving with several of the other U.S. Americans in my program as well as my Irish boyfriend, Kevin, and several of our international classmates from Hungary, Japan, Columbia and the UK. Yours truly roasted the bird to a practiced perfection, and everyone else contributed tasty side dishes and pies. (Of which I am still enjoying today!) We post-poned the event until Saturday, given that we had class on Thursday and work Friday morning. No Macy's day parade or biological family. But we had good food, good wine, good conversation, and a great time that night. We all shared about our family traditions and even circled up and shared something we were each thankful for. I gave thanks that night and would now like to blog-thank the people who have invested in me and given me life opportunities, for my family, and for present company as well as my dinner company.
I appreciated this gathering and the continuation of a tradition that I have unintentionally created for myself. I have not been home to my "real" family for a Thanksgiving meal in 5 years. Every year since, I have hosted or helped plan a Thanksgiving for the U.S. American stragglers (others who could not be with their families) and international friends as well. Even though I always miss my Mom, Dad, sisters, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and even our golden retrievers a bit more on Thanksgiving day, the past 5 celebrations of thanks have enriched me in so many ways.
I am humbled by the way that people come together and share about their lives over a good meal. We are meant to give thanks....often, in private, in public, in our actions. We are meant to share our time, possessions, and humanity with each other. We are meant to listen and not just hear, but really listen to each other. We should laugh together and support each other through hard, awkward, or sad times.
During the first couple of weeks that Kevin and I started dating, we were having a conversation and he said, "You know, Bob Marley said what good is it if you gain the whole world and forfeit your soul?" I smiled and then laughed, and said, "Well...I think Jesus said that but either way, that's absolutely true." Then we both laughed. But he, (Jesus, Kevin, and maybe even Bob Marley) are right. You might save a few bucks here and there or find a steal of a deal on Black Friday at Wal-Mart, but who are you killing in the process? Yourself?
You’re willing to sell anything
Gone with your herd
Leave your footprints
And we’ll shame them with our words
Gone people
All careless and consumed
Gone
Gone going
Gone everything
Gone give a damn
Gone be the birds if they don’t want to sing
Gone people
All awkward with their things
Gone
~Jack Johnson, excerpt from "Gone"
Monday, November 24, 2008
Fireplaces and France
Lately I've been devoting most of my time to my term papers. This means that I will be one of four places, the library, wi-fi lab, Peace Program study room, or my faithful old chair by the fireplace. Sometimes Kevin and I pretend that we will study together, but mostly we just end up drinking tea and chatting with his family by their woodstove.
Speaking of fireplaces and woodstoves, my housemate Heather learned how to build a fire in our livingroom fireplace with turf (bog from the Irish countryside), coal, wood and firesticks. This means when I am freezing cold (sweaters, socks, blankets and heat notwithstanding), I have one more option other than the shower to warm up. And yes, I sometimes hop in the shower to warm up. You would too if it hailed on and off from daybreak to nighttime with gale-force winds, as it did yesterday. Kevin and I decided we had to brave it to get out of our houses and watched Quantam Solace, which neither of us enjoyed besides making fun of it and eating popcorn. We were late and it was Bond or some sleazy comedy, which nearly works out to be the same thing depending on how you look at it. It's sunny today. I may mosey on downtown.
However, I did have a chance to sneak away to Dublin and France last weekend. First impressions of Dublin is that it is way bigger than I expected. Spread out big. No skyscrapers as such, just a huge expanse of city. I'll be going there again shortly and will give a more mature and experienced second impression. For now I'll throw up a couple Nice/Monaco/Monte Carlo France pictures. France is fantastic. The lifestyle, the people, the cities, the countryside, the food, the wine, the cafes, the coastline, the language, the fashion... O la la. France, je t'aime.
Speaking of fireplaces and woodstoves, my housemate Heather learned how to build a fire in our livingroom fireplace with turf (bog from the Irish countryside), coal, wood and firesticks. This means when I am freezing cold (sweaters, socks, blankets and heat notwithstanding), I have one more option other than the shower to warm up. And yes, I sometimes hop in the shower to warm up. You would too if it hailed on and off from daybreak to nighttime with gale-force winds, as it did yesterday. Kevin and I decided we had to brave it to get out of our houses and watched Quantam Solace, which neither of us enjoyed besides making fun of it and eating popcorn. We were late and it was Bond or some sleazy comedy, which nearly works out to be the same thing depending on how you look at it. It's sunny today. I may mosey on downtown.
However, I did have a chance to sneak away to Dublin and France last weekend. First impressions of Dublin is that it is way bigger than I expected. Spread out big. No skyscrapers as such, just a huge expanse of city. I'll be going there again shortly and will give a more mature and experienced second impression. For now I'll throw up a couple Nice/Monaco/Monte Carlo France pictures. France is fantastic. The lifestyle, the people, the cities, the countryside, the food, the wine, the cafes, the coastline, the language, the fashion... O la la. France, je t'aime.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Hot Topics
Obama. He is not the savior of the United States or the world. However, I proudly cast my vote for him and stand by that. I am not placing all of my hopes of a better society, a more equal and inclusive world into the President of the United States. People place unrealistic expectations on the person that fills that role. Then they sit back and blame him (maybe her in the future) when things don't change as expected. However, several positives. My professor, Paul Arthur, always says, "Never underestimate the power of symbolism." Symbolically, the United States has taken a step in a new direction. A step. Nothing more but certainly nothing less. Additionally, the perceptions of people are in many ways more important than reality. People believe and perceive that a change has taken place and if people (not simply Barak Obama) act on that perception, change really will take place within the local, state and national communities. Last Obama-driven thought, one that is personally near and dear. The potential for improving US foreign relationships and diplomacy with the rest of the world has improved 5 billion times over. (*Numerical figure is used to illustrate a point and in no way reflects a true or accurate statistic. Reiterating the importance of perception.) If you would like to challenge the essence of that statement, I would happily ask you 2 questions. First, are you currently living in a country outside of the United States? Secondly, have you, at any time in the past 8 years traveled outside of the United States and spoken with the local population? I was briefly featured on the BBC Radio Foyle this morning, so I'm told. US opinion was in high demand yesterday. My 5 seconds of fame in N. Ireland:)
Black Panthers. I saw 2 former members (Billy X and Emory Douglas) speak last night. My previous knowledge of the American Civil Right's Movement of the 60's & 70's, or I should say ignorance on the topic, is nothing short of embarrassing. In nearly every one of my classes and reading materials, the American Civil Right's Movement is featured and discussed with relevance to other civil rights movements all over the world. In class, we concentrate on a Martin Luther King Jr. and SNCC approach, but the Panther Party perspective is a voice and it is a part of history-- regardless of any discrepancies you or I or anyone might have with some of the methods, practices, and ideologies of the party. The fact of the matter is that the Black Panther Party did play a very real and positive role (notice how I delineate A role, not THE role) by promoting equality, justice, and dignity to the community. Interestingly enough, they were also a hope and inspiration, along with other civil rights activists, for many people in Northern Ireland as well. As an aside, I found myself uncomfortable at points last night and had to ask myself, why?... Was it because I already had an extremely limited and negative viewpoint about the Black Panther Party based on ignorance? Actually listening and processing their personal stories and accounts meant that I had to challenge myself and my previously unrecognized notion about who they were and what they stood for. I had to actively participate by listening and thinking, agreeing or disagreeing or remaining unsure. If you want to learn more information about the Black Panthers from their own perspective, visit www.itsabouttimebpp.com.
Halloween. October 31 is the biggest city-wide celebration in Derry for the entire year. Literally thousands of people flock to the city center for a carnival (parade is a more loaded word in this part of the world, perhaps to be discussed at a later time), fireworks, food, drink, and of course, plenty of costumes! I dressed up as Sponge Bob Square Pants and experienced the best people-watching night of my life, in addition to enjoying the festivities until late Friday night. A few pictures from the night...
Rotary. This past Monday I went to Newry to attend a Rotary dinner. I was truly humbled by how well I was welcomed and treated by the club members. Brian and Noreen Delahunt hosted me in their home and in the morning Brian gave me a local tour of Newry, explaining how he grew up and how different parts of town had developed and changed. I had about 45 minutes before I had to catch my 3 hour bus back to Derry. Bri, if you are reading this, I had the feeling that you would particularly like this city. Lots of local flower shops, bakery's, and Bri-ness:) A few pictures of Newry.
Big Brother? Can anyone say with certainty what this poster means? Hopefully not what it could imply. Found in a bus station in Belfast. I also find myself sticking to the phrase, "Where is the bathroom?" or "I need to use a restroom?" when a local would say "Where is the toilet?" or "I have to go to toilet" (the is often an unnecessary article). I had to ask myself, why do I insist on using the word restroom when I know I will probably be given a quizzical look? I think the answer is that restroom and bathroom couch the user in a comfortable state of anonymity and just seem more polite. I may be using the bathroom to simply fix my hair or wash my hands but to go to the toilet is just so obvious. United States euphemistic/PC blahty blah.
Black Panthers. I saw 2 former members (Billy X and Emory Douglas) speak last night. My previous knowledge of the American Civil Right's Movement of the 60's & 70's, or I should say ignorance on the topic, is nothing short of embarrassing. In nearly every one of my classes and reading materials, the American Civil Right's Movement is featured and discussed with relevance to other civil rights movements all over the world. In class, we concentrate on a Martin Luther King Jr. and SNCC approach, but the Panther Party perspective is a voice and it is a part of history-- regardless of any discrepancies you or I or anyone might have with some of the methods, practices, and ideologies of the party. The fact of the matter is that the Black Panther Party did play a very real and positive role (notice how I delineate A role, not THE role) by promoting equality, justice, and dignity to the community. Interestingly enough, they were also a hope and inspiration, along with other civil rights activists, for many people in Northern Ireland as well. As an aside, I found myself uncomfortable at points last night and had to ask myself, why?... Was it because I already had an extremely limited and negative viewpoint about the Black Panther Party based on ignorance? Actually listening and processing their personal stories and accounts meant that I had to challenge myself and my previously unrecognized notion about who they were and what they stood for. I had to actively participate by listening and thinking, agreeing or disagreeing or remaining unsure. If you want to learn more information about the Black Panthers from their own perspective, visit www.itsabouttimebpp.com.
Halloween. October 31 is the biggest city-wide celebration in Derry for the entire year. Literally thousands of people flock to the city center for a carnival (parade is a more loaded word in this part of the world, perhaps to be discussed at a later time), fireworks, food, drink, and of course, plenty of costumes! I dressed up as Sponge Bob Square Pants and experienced the best people-watching night of my life, in addition to enjoying the festivities until late Friday night. A few pictures from the night...
Rotary. This past Monday I went to Newry to attend a Rotary dinner. I was truly humbled by how well I was welcomed and treated by the club members. Brian and Noreen Delahunt hosted me in their home and in the morning Brian gave me a local tour of Newry, explaining how he grew up and how different parts of town had developed and changed. I had about 45 minutes before I had to catch my 3 hour bus back to Derry. Bri, if you are reading this, I had the feeling that you would particularly like this city. Lots of local flower shops, bakery's, and Bri-ness:) A few pictures of Newry.
Big Brother? Can anyone say with certainty what this poster means? Hopefully not what it could imply. Found in a bus station in Belfast. I also find myself sticking to the phrase, "Where is the bathroom?" or "I need to use a restroom?" when a local would say "Where is the toilet?" or "I have to go to toilet" (the is often an unnecessary article). I had to ask myself, why do I insist on using the word restroom when I know I will probably be given a quizzical look? I think the answer is that restroom and bathroom couch the user in a comfortable state of anonymity and just seem more polite. I may be using the bathroom to simply fix my hair or wash my hands but to go to the toilet is just so obvious. United States euphemistic/PC blahty blah.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
This Past Week
I gave my first Rotary presentation this past week at Strabane-Lifford, a club which prides itself on being cross-border (Strabane=N. Ireland, Lifford=Republic of Ireland). All went well and I was able to meet another Sam Martin (above). He invited myself and John MacCrossan to his house after the meeting for tea, where I met his lovely wife and was given a tour of the house and serenaded with no less than 3 different types of traditional flutes.
Also this past week, John Hume came and spoke to my class. John Hume is a recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize, Gandhi Peace Prize, and the Martin Luther King Award, the only recipient of the three major peace awards. He was one of the key players in the Nothern Ireland peace process and a native of Derry. He spoke briefly about the principles that guided him to pursuing peace by peaceful means in the midst of the Troubles and I was able to capture a few snapshots.
The realization that I have two major term papers due in early December hit this week. What the heck have I been doing for 8 weeks?!?! I had a brief moment of panic and then went to the library where I checked out a mountain of books, which made me feel like I was making progress. I also purchased two notebooks and a highlighter, which also made me feel studious. I think for my Peace and Conflict Research class I will focus on the history and effectiveness of the Non-violent active peace movement. For my Conflict of N. Ireland class, I am going to complete a paper on the role of community relations during the Troubles, now, and the future of community relations in the peace process in N. Ireland. If you have any resources, let me know!
I also joined the trampoline club here at Magee. Yes. A trampoline club. Now, I like you, was wondering what exactly that MEANS. Will I be confined to jumping safely in the middle and only allowed to try new things (or in my case, old things!) with a harness and a watchful eye? Not so, my friends. We set up 2 competition-standard trampolines, which means that they propel you much higher and faster than any in-ground or backyard trampoline will, and the lady leading it is a coach by profession. We also set up a type of trampoline that I not only have never seen but never heard of. It is the equivalent of vaulting with a trampoline. Not only was I allowed to do flips (no harnesses or an American litigation-fear-based caution), but I was challenged with a few new skills. I also got called out on the fact that I had been a competitive gymnast, and not a competitive trampoline-ist? I had a blast and have been sore for about 3 days now. Can't wait for this coming Wednesday! Hello, Stress, I will jump and flip you into oblivion!
Other good moments from this past week...
Playing and singing out at open mic night at Mason's pub after taco night at Adriana's...
Watching the match between the Celtics and Manchester United and picking out the cute footballers from Man. U. with Kevin's mom...
Enjoying a dinner of Indian food with three Japanese students in N. Ireland...
Buying my first pair of boots, European style!
Receiving my absentee ballot, finally! Check, check, check. Send tomorrow.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Simply Whelmed
I've had the general feeling of being overwhelmed lately. Unfortunately, the word overwhelmed always tends to carry a negative connotation. I am not drowning in a sea of desperation; quite the contrary. I have a positive overwhelmed buzz. The kind where life presents so many opportunities, discussions to have, people to talk to, books to read, places to travel to, events to plan, moments to enjoy...
However, there is an element sometimes of feeling overwhelmed with a flavor of frustration. I will be sitting in one of our seminars, after a 3 hour lecture, and everyone in the room has an opinion. A valid opinion. One that comes from life experience, academic experience, clinical experience, work experience. We are agreeing, disagreeing, partially some of both. Usually, I like to sift things out and come out with a nice, neat answer. That's easy enough, isn't it? To just be sure that this very deep, very complex topic has just one, clean answer? No. I know better. My experience tells me that it is never never that simple. I have to listen, toss it over, discuss it, and appreciate the process. But I'm overwhelmed.
Time is a tricky concept. We have this notion that X has to happen in X amount of time. Such a premise may or may not be true, but I'm learning that so much can happen in so little a time, and conversely, so little can happen over a long period of time. Often, it is not what we expect or plan for. More ambiguity. I'm overwhelmed.
I feel that so many things have changed for me. I've met so many fantastic people. Their story is so different from mine. I'm learning from them. I'm currently entrenched in 3 books, with at least 10 in the queue-- additional article and journal reading as a daily side. Men and women have devoted their life (or a good part of their life) to a particular idea, cause, or research process and I'm trying to absorb what they are saying. What do you keep, what do you throw out, what do you save for later? My head spins with all these new thoughts, new ideas, new realizations. One of my friends said the other day, "When I am sitting there [in class] uncomfortable, I love it! Because I know then that I am learning." Sometimes I have to go for a run or watch TV to take a break from it all. Then there's the future to consider at some point...what do these people, these books, these ideas all mean to my life? I am feeling like it is too early to start that process...I'm overwhelmed.
Then, of course, there is just the brass and tacks of every day life. Finances. Transportation. Groceries. Keeping in contact with people back home. What will I be for Halloween?!?!? I'm overwhelmed.
And yet I don't feel weighed down. Some of the components of my new routines and experiences here in Derry are complex, ambiguous, and complicated on a personal, academic, and logistical level. But life is rich and I don't want to place any kind of negative slant on these new things. Therefore, I'm simply whelmed.
However, there is an element sometimes of feeling overwhelmed with a flavor of frustration. I will be sitting in one of our seminars, after a 3 hour lecture, and everyone in the room has an opinion. A valid opinion. One that comes from life experience, academic experience, clinical experience, work experience. We are agreeing, disagreeing, partially some of both. Usually, I like to sift things out and come out with a nice, neat answer. That's easy enough, isn't it? To just be sure that this very deep, very complex topic has just one, clean answer? No. I know better. My experience tells me that it is never never that simple. I have to listen, toss it over, discuss it, and appreciate the process. But I'm overwhelmed.
Time is a tricky concept. We have this notion that X has to happen in X amount of time. Such a premise may or may not be true, but I'm learning that so much can happen in so little a time, and conversely, so little can happen over a long period of time. Often, it is not what we expect or plan for. More ambiguity. I'm overwhelmed.
I feel that so many things have changed for me. I've met so many fantastic people. Their story is so different from mine. I'm learning from them. I'm currently entrenched in 3 books, with at least 10 in the queue-- additional article and journal reading as a daily side. Men and women have devoted their life (or a good part of their life) to a particular idea, cause, or research process and I'm trying to absorb what they are saying. What do you keep, what do you throw out, what do you save for later? My head spins with all these new thoughts, new ideas, new realizations. One of my friends said the other day, "When I am sitting there [in class] uncomfortable, I love it! Because I know then that I am learning." Sometimes I have to go for a run or watch TV to take a break from it all. Then there's the future to consider at some point...what do these people, these books, these ideas all mean to my life? I am feeling like it is too early to start that process...I'm overwhelmed.
Then, of course, there is just the brass and tacks of every day life. Finances. Transportation. Groceries. Keeping in contact with people back home. What will I be for Halloween?!?!? I'm overwhelmed.
And yet I don't feel weighed down. Some of the components of my new routines and experiences here in Derry are complex, ambiguous, and complicated on a personal, academic, and logistical level. But life is rich and I don't want to place any kind of negative slant on these new things. Therefore, I'm simply whelmed.
Friday, October 3, 2008
I'm Not Waiting for Godot
Before I begin a remarkably boring rant, I gave correct directions to two lost Irish ladies today downtown. I think I now officially qualify as a denizen of Derry. I finished my first jar of Nutella. If you do not know what Nutella is, I beg of you to never find out. You will then fight a Nutella addiction for the rest of your remaining life. Also in case you didn't know, I have a "sexy American accent." That's all for now on Sam's random news.
Samuel Beckett’s play Waiting for Godot is coming to Derry this month. After being frequently urged to buy a 20 GBP ticket as early as possible I decided to go to the library and read the play.
I labored through the discourse of Estragon, Vladimir, Pozzo and Lucky. I too, was hoping Godot would make an appearance (although I knew instinctively that he would not). I finished reading the play and felt a combination of indignation, confusion, futility and dissatisfaction. Although, there is no denying the fact that Waiting for Godot is also a comedy. Hoping to extract some sort of meaning to the dialogue, I picked up a critic's response and read that too. Basically, Beckett himself refused to define, categorize, or shed light into the events, or lack thereof, that take place under the singular tree. After lauding the play's significance to the litarary world, (which I shall not dispute in any way) the critic timidly speculates basically nothing.
Several hours before reading Waiting for Godot, I also read an essay by Walker Percy. In simple terms, Percy focuses on the way that individuals contstruct their universe through the use of symbols, or language. He goes on and on (and on, I might add) about dyadic and tryadic relationships and the concept that each individual lacks a symbol for him or herself and so has to create, or assume, an identity in the understood universe through the use of language. Semiotics. Where am I going with all this? Where is Percy and Beckett going with all that?
I left the library and continued to think about Waiting for Godot. I also thought of Percy. And the discussion I had in my Peace and Conflict Research class as well as Jim's class of Concepts of Identity and Conflict that I am auditing. All of the theories/discussions/philosophy/critics/politics have produced in me a peculiar combination of mental liberty and entrapment. I'm overwhelmed. Perhaps from Beckett's point of view he was trying to use language to mimic language itself and create an awareness of how our hollow speech is an attempt to stave off the harsh realities of the meaninglessness of life and the inevitability of death. Perhaps he and Percy alike wish to liberate humanity from identity and social constructions we have created through our language.
I don't know and do not particularly care what either meant to say from the outset. By the time I reached my flat, I felt an accute sense that I wanted to create something. I wanted to write. I wanted to paint or sing or scrapbook or blog. Something. Anything. Regardless of who sees or hears or interprets or understands, I wanted to make a small personal contribution to the universe that has meaning to me and take solace in the fact that for all the complexities of this life and these theories, I can create, experience, live, think, and BE.
So, thank you Beckett and Percy. You forced me to contemplate insignificance, futility and false reality constructions and have put me in a remarkably good mood.
Even still, I for one am not Waiting for Godot and think I'll pass on making my 20 quid contribution to see the live performance.
Samuel Beckett’s play Waiting for Godot is coming to Derry this month. After being frequently urged to buy a 20 GBP ticket as early as possible I decided to go to the library and read the play.
I labored through the discourse of Estragon, Vladimir, Pozzo and Lucky. I too, was hoping Godot would make an appearance (although I knew instinctively that he would not). I finished reading the play and felt a combination of indignation, confusion, futility and dissatisfaction. Although, there is no denying the fact that Waiting for Godot is also a comedy. Hoping to extract some sort of meaning to the dialogue, I picked up a critic's response and read that too. Basically, Beckett himself refused to define, categorize, or shed light into the events, or lack thereof, that take place under the singular tree. After lauding the play's significance to the litarary world, (which I shall not dispute in any way) the critic timidly speculates basically nothing.
Several hours before reading Waiting for Godot, I also read an essay by Walker Percy. In simple terms, Percy focuses on the way that individuals contstruct their universe through the use of symbols, or language. He goes on and on (and on, I might add) about dyadic and tryadic relationships and the concept that each individual lacks a symbol for him or herself and so has to create, or assume, an identity in the understood universe through the use of language. Semiotics. Where am I going with all this? Where is Percy and Beckett going with all that?
I left the library and continued to think about Waiting for Godot. I also thought of Percy. And the discussion I had in my Peace and Conflict Research class as well as Jim's class of Concepts of Identity and Conflict that I am auditing. All of the theories/discussions/philosophy/critics/politics have produced in me a peculiar combination of mental liberty and entrapment. I'm overwhelmed. Perhaps from Beckett's point of view he was trying to use language to mimic language itself and create an awareness of how our hollow speech is an attempt to stave off the harsh realities of the meaninglessness of life and the inevitability of death. Perhaps he and Percy alike wish to liberate humanity from identity and social constructions we have created through our language.
I don't know and do not particularly care what either meant to say from the outset. By the time I reached my flat, I felt an accute sense that I wanted to create something. I wanted to write. I wanted to paint or sing or scrapbook or blog. Something. Anything. Regardless of who sees or hears or interprets or understands, I wanted to make a small personal contribution to the universe that has meaning to me and take solace in the fact that for all the complexities of this life and these theories, I can create, experience, live, think, and BE.
So, thank you Beckett and Percy. You forced me to contemplate insignificance, futility and false reality constructions and have put me in a remarkably good mood.
Even still, I for one am not Waiting for Godot and think I'll pass on making my 20 quid contribution to see the live performance.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sligo Rotary District Conference Weekend
It was a Thursday through Sunday affair, which started with a 2.5 hour scenic drive from Derry to Sligo. John and Anne MacCrossan provided lots of interesting information about the countryside and little towns that we passed through. Brigitta, another Ambassadorial Scholar being hosted here in Derry from Hungary, and I interjected quite frequently with questions of our own.
"Why are all the sheep marked with a color of paint?"
"Because the farmer's often share land and let them roam the countryside. When it comes time to herd them, they can tell w
hich ones are theirs."We also made multiple stops to catch a snapshot of a castle, the bog, mountains, or coastline. We also made a pitt stop at the famous poet William Butler Yeat's grave. It's located in an idyllic spot with the historic stone church casting a shadow over the gravesite and the Benbulben peak looming large in the background.
We kept a pretty tight schedule with lunches/dinners with Rotarians (of particular note with the Club of Newry! We skipped the last concert for some good craic at the Waterford Pub at Ross's Point), exploration of downtown Sligo, plenary sessions, a formal masquerade ball, fashion show, and meeting the other ambassadorial scholars in Ireland. And by the way, before the band even finishes the first chorus, the entire dancefloor is packed with danceres. I love this about the Irish. I'll let a few photos speak for themselves.
The plenary speakers were absolutely fantastic. I listened to Niall Mellon tell his story about how after vacationing in South Africa with his wife, he then began to work with local people in the townships to build homes. That was five years ago. Today, they charter jumbo jets out of Ireland to build literally thousands of homes in the townships. Read more at http://www.irishtownship.com/.
Peter Shaw was a Welsh man who was kidnapped in Georgia in 2002 and chained into a hole in the ground for 4 months. His story of how he overcame despair and managed to return to his family is absolutely incredible.
Jim Grady spoke about how he and his police force are working to find pedophiles and protect children. His presentation was chilling but also inspiring.
And on and on. I was again reminded of the importance of collaboration in working towards the common goal of reacing a better society, a better world through humanitarian aid, education, health care, compassion, and mutual understanding and respect for humanity. Rotary not only has a hand in all of these things internationally, but often leads the effort, such as working towards the eradication of polio (and literally backing that with matching grants of hundreds of millions of dollars), alzheimer's research, potable water, and an endless list of other community involvements and activities. I also would not be where I am without the support of the Rotary and its members, hosting/sponsoring clubs, and Rotary foundation contributors. Many people I talk to are confused about what Rotary is. I can speak to the quality of this organization and I recommend that you look into it. I guarantee there is a club or clubs near you. www.rotary.org.
I have to get to class now. Whatever you do today, find a way to be engaged and involved in a positive way with the people around you.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
An H In Derry is Never Silent
An “H” in Derry is never silent. I had a good-natured debate over this yesterday after I said, “Pretty soon I will have a whole (h)ERB garden in my window.” Which was met with laughter. I suppose I can concede the point. It drives me nuts when people arbitrarily decide to create a silent H, like in the word human, or huge. Homage can really go either way but regardless, I can’t quite bring myself to use an aspirated H in herbal tea or to sing "hayche, I, J,K, elemeno, P".
While I’ve made mention of tea, it is highly customary to offer tea to a guest when they first arrive at your house, or after dinner, or in the afternoon. Typically it is Irish tea, which I enjoy with milk and no sugar, but certainly not black as I enjoy all of my green, rooibos and (h)erbal teas.
I have no particular theme to explore this time around. Here are a few vignettes of life in Derry at present.
This is the street I live on, and my house is the one with the purple door. For the past several months, I’ve been quite taken with the color purple, so it only seemed fitting. I currently inhabit a cozy little room with a view of the River Foyle, but I will be moving into a larger room when one of my roommates moves out next week. Then, I will be living with an Irish girl from Armagh, an Italian girl, another girl of unknown origin, and perhaps another American girl in my program.
I visited an ancient stone fort (circa time of Christ) about 10 minutes away from where I live, which also happens to be in Co. Donegal in the Republic of Ireland. The absolute silence struck me, but it was the view that knocked me out. Additionally, I have to note that this fort has no entrance fee, guard rails, tour guides or souvenir shops. It is basically chillin’ in someone’s back yard and you just sort of…drive a few back roads (which are basically the only kind of roads that exist in Donegal) and then walk up to it. Incredible. The video doesn't do it justice. Sigh.
I’ve lost a few pounds since I’ve been here. Certainly of the sterling variety, but also weight wise. For the record, weight is often referred to in measurements of “stones” in Derry. I haven’t quite figured out the conversion rate of pounds to stones, but I think it’s something like 13 lbs.= 1 stone? I’m open to corrections for anyone who actually knows. I have approximately 2 out of 6 pairs of pants that fit me well enough to wear. This is sort of normal for me when I move someplace new. I discovered a fabulous chocolate aisle in the grocery store yesterday, so I suspect the situation will rectify itself soon enough. If not however, I’ll enjoy it and go on a shopping trip!
I’ve now officially registered for classes, which begin on Tuesday. Admittedly, the chaos of registration was a bit of a shock, and suffice it to say that I appreciate the systematic approach of American universities. I welcome the onset of an academic routine and am looking forward to my classes: Peace and Conflict Studies Research and The Northern Ireland Conflict.
UK reality TV is, for lack of the existence of a sufficient word...astounding. When Women Rule the World was a real treat this afternoon. 7 women. 8 men. 1 queen. I'll let you imagine the rest. I guarantee you cannot make this stuff up. It's real.
Classes this week and off to the Rotary District conference in Sligo this weekend!
While I’ve made mention of tea, it is highly customary to offer tea to a guest when they first arrive at your house, or after dinner, or in the afternoon. Typically it is Irish tea, which I enjoy with milk and no sugar, but certainly not black as I enjoy all of my green, rooibos and (h)erbal teas.
I have no particular theme to explore this time around. Here are a few vignettes of life in Derry at present.
This is the street I live on, and my house is the one with the purple door. For the past several months, I’ve been quite taken with the color purple, so it only seemed fitting. I currently inhabit a cozy little room with a view of the River Foyle, but I will be moving into a larger room when one of my roommates moves out next week. Then, I will be living with an Irish girl from Armagh, an Italian girl, another girl of unknown origin, and perhaps another American girl in my program.
I visited an ancient stone fort (circa time of Christ) about 10 minutes away from where I live, which also happens to be in Co. Donegal in the Republic of Ireland. The absolute silence struck me, but it was the view that knocked me out. Additionally, I have to note that this fort has no entrance fee, guard rails, tour guides or souvenir shops. It is basically chillin’ in someone’s back yard and you just sort of…drive a few back roads (which are basically the only kind of roads that exist in Donegal) and then walk up to it. Incredible. The video doesn't do it justice. Sigh.
I’ve lost a few pounds since I’ve been here. Certainly of the sterling variety, but also weight wise. For the record, weight is often referred to in measurements of “stones” in Derry. I haven’t quite figured out the conversion rate of pounds to stones, but I think it’s something like 13 lbs.= 1 stone? I’m open to corrections for anyone who actually knows. I have approximately 2 out of 6 pairs of pants that fit me well enough to wear. This is sort of normal for me when I move someplace new. I discovered a fabulous chocolate aisle in the grocery store yesterday, so I suspect the situation will rectify itself soon enough. If not however, I’ll enjoy it and go on a shopping trip!
I’ve now officially registered for classes, which begin on Tuesday. Admittedly, the chaos of registration was a bit of a shock, and suffice it to say that I appreciate the systematic approach of American universities. I welcome the onset of an academic routine and am looking forward to my classes: Peace and Conflict Studies Research and The Northern Ireland Conflict.
UK reality TV is, for lack of the existence of a sufficient word...astounding. When Women Rule the World was a real treat this afternoon. 7 women. 8 men. 1 queen. I'll let you imagine the rest. I guarantee you cannot make this stuff up. It's real.
Classes this week and off to the Rotary District conference in Sligo this weekend!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Contact Info
If you would like my cell phone number or address, let me know and I will send it to you! Thanks all.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Arrival and the Things That Really Are
Irish bartenders really do pour a Guinness and then let it sit. I forgot that just a moment ago, as I paid and then paused for a moment, glancing at the pint. "I'll bring it to ya', aye."
Sitting in front of the emergency exit on an overnight flight really is not a good idea. The stiff and non-negotiable 90 degree position I endured on the transcontinental flight contributed to my 31 hour sleepless travel/first day in Derry. I enjoyed a really great first day, however, and my flights were on time-- so no complaints.
Ireland is really green. Evergreen, wintergreen, grass green, Jolly-Green Giant green, sage, chartreuse and any other greens I left out. During the 1.5 hour bus ride from Belfast to Derry, I was assaulted with the intensity of the color and beauty of the countryside and it was incredible. This doesn't surprise me in the least because...
It really does rain here all the time. In Lancaster, South Carolina, or Florida, we speak about rain in this way. "Oh, it's going to rain on Wednesday and Thursday." In Ireland, one would probably say, "Och, did you hear we might get some sun for a minute on Saturday?" Granted, I have only been here for 2 days, but so far I have experienced approximately 5 minutes of timid sunshine and the rest under heavy clouds and various degrees of rain. Temperatures range in the 60's.
Moving overseas is a really humbling experience. What I mean is that we take for granted things like reaching into your wallet and knowing how much each coin is worth. Plugging things into a wall and knowing that the electricity matches up. Or picking up a phone and knowing how to make a call. Derry (officially a part of the UK) sits close to the Republic of Ireland border, which means on any given call, you may or may not have to dial a 0. or a 7. or a 07. or a 44. It all just depends on whether or not it is a cell or landline, and if it is a UK or Republic of Ireland number and where the call is coming from. Process of elimination usually works eventually. I do have a brand new phone and phone number. If you do plan or need to call me from the U.S. you can dial 011 44 ...dang. I didn't memorize my number and I can't find the little card that tells me. See what I mean? It takes a bit of time to get the basics down. Even in a Western European, English speaking country...
Speaking of language, the Irish accent really is thick and hard to understand at times but definitely neat:) My friend Jason Keeling cautioned me that old men are virtually incomprehensible to Americans. A seasoned Irish gentleman sat beside me on a bus today and said something to me. I have no idea what that something was. I've learned a few things regarding language in these past two days. Aye is used frequently to agree with someone or to affirm that you are listening to them, a boot is the trunk of a car, the yard entails the part of your property that is covered in concrete or hard dirt while the garden refers to anything green. Craic (Sp?...pronounced "crack") is used frequently and takes on several different meanings. For example, "Hows the craic?" means, "How is it going?" or "It was good craic" means "It was a lot of fun" or "Do you have any craic" means "What's good?" Also very important to remember...when someone takes another person to their flat (apartment) in their car, they are giving them a lift, "giving them a ride" entails something entirely different. I forgot this yesterday when I spoke Billly McCorley, who now happens to be my landlord. Brilliant.
There really is so much more that I could say, but this wee bit will do for now. I'm having a great time already and even though I know I am in the euphoric stage of culture shock where Ireland can do no wrong, I have a good feeling about this one.
I also believe that it is fitting to give many thanks to Jim Skelly (visiting professor at Magee and resident director of BCA...we met at a conference in DC in May) and John MacCrossan (my Rotary host counselor) for helping me get situated and settled here. It has made my these first moments exceedingly more comfortable and easy.
Stay tuned for more on the living situation, climate, school, city, etc.
Sitting in front of the emergency exit on an overnight flight really is not a good idea. The stiff and non-negotiable 90 degree position I endured on the transcontinental flight contributed to my 31 hour sleepless travel/first day in Derry. I enjoyed a really great first day, however, and my flights were on time-- so no complaints.
Ireland is really green. Evergreen, wintergreen, grass green, Jolly-Green Giant green, sage, chartreuse and any other greens I left out. During the 1.5 hour bus ride from Belfast to Derry, I was assaulted with the intensity of the color and beauty of the countryside and it was incredible. This doesn't surprise me in the least because...
It really does rain here all the time. In Lancaster, South Carolina, or Florida, we speak about rain in this way. "Oh, it's going to rain on Wednesday and Thursday." In Ireland, one would probably say, "Och, did you hear we might get some sun for a minute on Saturday?" Granted, I have only been here for 2 days, but so far I have experienced approximately 5 minutes of timid sunshine and the rest under heavy clouds and various degrees of rain. Temperatures range in the 60's.
Moving overseas is a really humbling experience. What I mean is that we take for granted things like reaching into your wallet and knowing how much each coin is worth. Plugging things into a wall and knowing that the electricity matches up. Or picking up a phone and knowing how to make a call. Derry (officially a part of the UK) sits close to the Republic of Ireland border, which means on any given call, you may or may not have to dial a 0. or a 7. or a 07. or a 44. It all just depends on whether or not it is a cell or landline, and if it is a UK or Republic of Ireland number and where the call is coming from. Process of elimination usually works eventually. I do have a brand new phone and phone number. If you do plan or need to call me from the U.S. you can dial 011 44 ...dang. I didn't memorize my number and I can't find the little card that tells me. See what I mean? It takes a bit of time to get the basics down. Even in a Western European, English speaking country...
Speaking of language, the Irish accent really is thick and hard to understand at times but definitely neat:) My friend Jason Keeling cautioned me that old men are virtually incomprehensible to Americans. A seasoned Irish gentleman sat beside me on a bus today and said something to me. I have no idea what that something was. I've learned a few things regarding language in these past two days. Aye is used frequently to agree with someone or to affirm that you are listening to them, a boot is the trunk of a car, the yard entails the part of your property that is covered in concrete or hard dirt while the garden refers to anything green. Craic (Sp?...pronounced "crack") is used frequently and takes on several different meanings. For example, "Hows the craic?" means, "How is it going?" or "It was good craic" means "It was a lot of fun" or "Do you have any craic" means "What's good?" Also very important to remember...when someone takes another person to their flat (apartment) in their car, they are giving them a lift, "giving them a ride" entails something entirely different. I forgot this yesterday when I spoke Billly McCorley, who now happens to be my landlord. Brilliant.
There really is so much more that I could say, but this wee bit will do for now. I'm having a great time already and even though I know I am in the euphoric stage of culture shock where Ireland can do no wrong, I have a good feeling about this one.
I also believe that it is fitting to give many thanks to Jim Skelly (visiting professor at Magee and resident director of BCA...we met at a conference in DC in May) and John MacCrossan (my Rotary host counselor) for helping me get situated and settled here. It has made my these first moments exceedingly more comfortable and easy.
Stay tuned for more on the living situation, climate, school, city, etc.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Change of Flight
I changed my flight yesterday. The thought occurred to me that I simply could, and so I did. Then I updated my own little pre-departure folder that I have created for myself. As a sidenote: My coworker from IEP (the study abroad office that I worked at full time all last year) asked if I had created a pre-departure packet for myself as a joke because that is what we did for all of our study abroad students. I had to admit that I had, in fact, done so. She laughs good-naturedly. At me. I laugh too. At me.
This morning I checked my confirmation email to read what I thought said I was charged another $893 dollars. I had a brief moment of panic and called Continental in what people call a New York minute. Anyone who knows my history of flight mistakes will not judge me for my hasty conclusions. I may travel a lot but I sure do seem to make some pretty serious, hilarious and expensive errors in regards to flights. I explained my quandary to the nice customer service lady.
"Um...I am pretty sure that I just changed my flight and did not purchase a whole new one. This confirmation says that my American Express was charged another $893 dollars!"
"Ok, ma'am. Let me just check that for you. Actually, it says here we charged you $3,000 dollars."
Deafening silence. There goes my year in Ireland. The one I've been planning for nearly 2 years.
"I'm just kidding! This confirmation is just stating what the fare is worth and at the bottom it states the actual fee."
Relief in colossal proportions.
I could have killed her for putting me through those 2 seconds, but I laughed. She laughs. At me. We both laugh. I am ridiculous.
I am also leaving on the night of September 9th now. Less than 2 weeks!
This morning I checked my confirmation email to read what I thought said I was charged another $893 dollars. I had a brief moment of panic and called Continental in what people call a New York minute. Anyone who knows my history of flight mistakes will not judge me for my hasty conclusions. I may travel a lot but I sure do seem to make some pretty serious, hilarious and expensive errors in regards to flights. I explained my quandary to the nice customer service lady.
"Um...I am pretty sure that I just changed my flight and did not purchase a whole new one. This confirmation says that my American Express was charged another $893 dollars!"
"Ok, ma'am. Let me just check that for you. Actually, it says here we charged you $3,000 dollars."
Deafening silence. There goes my year in Ireland. The one I've been planning for nearly 2 years.
"I'm just kidding! This confirmation is just stating what the fare is worth and at the bottom it states the actual fee."
Relief in colossal proportions.
I could have killed her for putting me through those 2 seconds, but I laughed. She laughs. At me. We both laugh. I am ridiculous.
I am also leaving on the night of September 9th now. Less than 2 weeks!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Identity: The Panther
Recently, I read the book "In the Name of Identity: Violence and the Need to Belong" by Amin Maalouf and I've been ruminating over this word identity and it significance to my life, peace/war issues, and the world in general.
This post is a response to the concepts that strike me particularly at this moment in time. I recommend that you read the book to receive a more accurate and thorough (not to mention more interesting) account of this topic.
Each of us possess not one, but multiple identities. In fact, we can claim allegiance to a near infinite number of identities. However, people tend to identify most strongly with a particular race, nationality, language, religion, and gender. Some identities we are born with, and the rest we pick up along the way. Maalouf poses in this book, however, that these various identities hold the key to understanding war, the current trends of globalization, and ultimately ourselves. Additional thoughts.
1) People will not only die for the identity that they hold most dear, but may even be willing to kill another person because they feel it is necessary to preserve a certain identity. Even worse, they may kill simply to force others to adhere to or deny a particular identity. Identities mankind has killed in the name of: Islam, Christianity, Atheism, Aryanism, Communism, Black, White, Catholic, Protestant, Hutus, Tutsis, Israel, Palestine, India, Pakistan, Sunnis, Shiias, Kurds, Democracy, Communism, Serbia, Kosova, the Crown, heterosexuality, pro-life, pro-choice, manifest destiny, Bloods, Crips, the North, the South, the East, the West...you get the point.
2) Although we all possess multiple identities, we tend to demand that others choose one identity. At the very least, we expect people to give specific priority to the identity that we feel is the most important one. For example, the author was born and raised in Lebanon (traditionally a Muslim country) into a Lebanese Christian family. However, he has lived in France for over 20 years and speaks Arabic and French and English fluently. In his experience, if he were to consider himself as much French as he is Arabic, many people in the French community feel he is a poser at best and the Arabic community may feel he has denied his roots. Not to mention he is frequently called to singularly identify with either the Christian or Muslim community.
Perhaps you clearly identify with one particular nationality, but when someone asks in a certain way, “Who are you voting for?” or “What church do you go to?” or “Are you straight?” We know what they are after. Are you one of us, or one of them?
3) People strongly assert the identity that they feel is under attack or scrutiny. An example from my own life: When I attended college in South Carolina, I was frequently in situations where I was the token Yankee, and sometimes people felt the need in my presence to assert their southern roots and negatively compare both regions (and it is noteworthy to say that I have done the same). Immediately, I became defensive and wanted to declare in that moment that above all else, I was, in fact, a Northerner. Proud of it, thanks. The truth of the matter is, that even though I can easily point out my so-called Northern traits, styles, and mentalities, I also very strongly identify with much of the Southern way of things and claim those things just as much a part of me as a Northern way. And I would certainly root for the Gamecocks over PennState. However, when I travel overseas, the North/South identity becomes virtually non-existent and I assume the primary identity of an American, or something else altogether. I used geographic location as an example, but people generally assert a political stance, religious belief, or gender when that identity comes under attack.
When challenged, someone might very well declare that first and foremost, they are a Democrat or Republican, native citizen or proud immigrant, Christian (or Presbyterian, Catholic, Evangelical, etc.) and on and on. And what of gender? A man who wishes to clearly be identified as a man may feel the need to strongly assert his given gender in a variety of socially accepted ways when one of the other guys throws a jab at him for being sensitive or artsy. Have you asserted an identity that you felt was threatened? Have you ever thought about why or how you handled the challenge?
4) Many people feel threatened by globalization because they feel as if it is simply an American version of the Trojan horse. Maalouf makes a compelling statement when he says,
“It is all the easier to imagine the reactions of the various non-Western peoples whose every step, for many generations has already been accompanied by a sense of defeat and self-betrayal. They have had to admit that their ways were out of date, that everything they produced was worthless compared with what was produced by the West, that their attachment to traditional medicine was superstitious, their military glory just a memory, the great men that they had been brought up to revere-the poets, scholars, saints and travelers-disregarded by the rest of the world, their religion suspected of barbarism, their language now studied by only a handful of specialists, while they had to learn other people’s languages if they wanted to survive and work and remain in contact with the rest of mankind.” (page 74)
People from non-Western, or more specifically, non-American cultures have to sort out and sift through globalization in a way that Americans do not. For example, they may accept and welcome the Internet and access to new markets and communication, but feel stomped on when they are forced by necessity to speak English (their second or third or fourth language) in their home country. Maalouf, with ties to not only the Middle East, but also to the West, Christianity, Islam, Arabic, French, English and other seemingly paradoxical identities, offers that each society needs to modernize itself in its own way. One could argue, but isn’t it just inevitable? And globalization is not controlled by any one person or government or country. True. However, if each person evaluated how he or she participated or contributed to the globalization process, we may be able to maximize the advantages and lesson the negative impacts of this newer, faster, smaller world.
“…it is essential that the global civilization which globalization in general is creating not seem to be exclusively American. Everyone must be able to recognize himself in it, to identify with it a little. No one must be made to think it is irredeemably alien and therefore hostile to him.” (Maalouf, p120)
5) Ultimately, we want every one of our identities to be legitimatized and recognized by others. This is of course assuming that we have first allowed ourselves to internally recognize these allegiances. I think on this point, it can be viably argued that people coexist peacefully when they feel that they are recognized as a full member of society with each of their identities still in tact. Wars and genocide have been fought for many reasons, but history reveals that a great number of them have been fought mostly in the name of a particular identity (point 1).
When evaluated on a micro sociological level, people deeply desire group acceptance. If rejected by a group or berated for belonging to a group, the person is faced with the decision to fight to legitimize their position (point 3) or go through the painful process of disassociating themselves with a group or identity that they feel they belong to. This is especially damaging if a person is forced or pressured to deny heritage, religious background, language, or culture. This is where the issue of immigration comes into play. The person who has left their home and tried to make a new home on foreign soil must try to learn the language and respect the traditions, history and culture of the land to which they have settled but their native neighbors should never require that the immigrated person deny their heritage, native tongue, customs, or flag in order to be accepted into society.
6) Identity is like a panther.
“…a panther kills if you persecute it and kills if you leave it alone, and the worst thing you can do is to leave it alone after you’ve wounded it. But also because a panther can be tamed.” (Maalouf p143)
I think this metaphor is self-explanatory.
There is so much more to be said, thought about, and discussed. This blog, though tedious is woefully deficient. What is incredible about this topic is that every human being to ever exist has had to deal with this issue of identity. We can all relate to these topics and with very little effort, produce a myriad of our own personal examples to the topics presented here and beyond.
When I break ground into a new thought or collection of thoughts, I always want to take it to the next level: application. I suggest reading the book. You’ll gain more insight into the many facets of this discussion. I have been trying to identify my allegiances, the obvious and the tacit. I am trying to see which identities I protect most, and if/when I jeopardize the dignity of another person in order to assert my own associations or belittle theirs. It’s not magical or earth-shattering, but it’s a start.
This post is a response to the concepts that strike me particularly at this moment in time. I recommend that you read the book to receive a more accurate and thorough (not to mention more interesting) account of this topic.
Each of us possess not one, but multiple identities. In fact, we can claim allegiance to a near infinite number of identities. However, people tend to identify most strongly with a particular race, nationality, language, religion, and gender. Some identities we are born with, and the rest we pick up along the way. Maalouf poses in this book, however, that these various identities hold the key to understanding war, the current trends of globalization, and ultimately ourselves. Additional thoughts.
1) People will not only die for the identity that they hold most dear, but may even be willing to kill another person because they feel it is necessary to preserve a certain identity. Even worse, they may kill simply to force others to adhere to or deny a particular identity. Identities mankind has killed in the name of: Islam, Christianity, Atheism, Aryanism, Communism, Black, White, Catholic, Protestant, Hutus, Tutsis, Israel, Palestine, India, Pakistan, Sunnis, Shiias, Kurds, Democracy, Communism, Serbia, Kosova, the Crown, heterosexuality, pro-life, pro-choice, manifest destiny, Bloods, Crips, the North, the South, the East, the West...you get the point.
2) Although we all possess multiple identities, we tend to demand that others choose one identity. At the very least, we expect people to give specific priority to the identity that we feel is the most important one. For example, the author was born and raised in Lebanon (traditionally a Muslim country) into a Lebanese Christian family. However, he has lived in France for over 20 years and speaks Arabic and French and English fluently. In his experience, if he were to consider himself as much French as he is Arabic, many people in the French community feel he is a poser at best and the Arabic community may feel he has denied his roots. Not to mention he is frequently called to singularly identify with either the Christian or Muslim community.
Perhaps you clearly identify with one particular nationality, but when someone asks in a certain way, “Who are you voting for?” or “What church do you go to?” or “Are you straight?” We know what they are after. Are you one of us, or one of them?
3) People strongly assert the identity that they feel is under attack or scrutiny. An example from my own life: When I attended college in South Carolina, I was frequently in situations where I was the token Yankee, and sometimes people felt the need in my presence to assert their southern roots and negatively compare both regions (and it is noteworthy to say that I have done the same). Immediately, I became defensive and wanted to declare in that moment that above all else, I was, in fact, a Northerner. Proud of it, thanks. The truth of the matter is, that even though I can easily point out my so-called Northern traits, styles, and mentalities, I also very strongly identify with much of the Southern way of things and claim those things just as much a part of me as a Northern way. And I would certainly root for the Gamecocks over PennState. However, when I travel overseas, the North/South identity becomes virtually non-existent and I assume the primary identity of an American, or something else altogether. I used geographic location as an example, but people generally assert a political stance, religious belief, or gender when that identity comes under attack.
When challenged, someone might very well declare that first and foremost, they are a Democrat or Republican, native citizen or proud immigrant, Christian (or Presbyterian, Catholic, Evangelical, etc.) and on and on. And what of gender? A man who wishes to clearly be identified as a man may feel the need to strongly assert his given gender in a variety of socially accepted ways when one of the other guys throws a jab at him for being sensitive or artsy. Have you asserted an identity that you felt was threatened? Have you ever thought about why or how you handled the challenge?
4) Many people feel threatened by globalization because they feel as if it is simply an American version of the Trojan horse. Maalouf makes a compelling statement when he says,
“It is all the easier to imagine the reactions of the various non-Western peoples whose every step, for many generations has already been accompanied by a sense of defeat and self-betrayal. They have had to admit that their ways were out of date, that everything they produced was worthless compared with what was produced by the West, that their attachment to traditional medicine was superstitious, their military glory just a memory, the great men that they had been brought up to revere-the poets, scholars, saints and travelers-disregarded by the rest of the world, their religion suspected of barbarism, their language now studied by only a handful of specialists, while they had to learn other people’s languages if they wanted to survive and work and remain in contact with the rest of mankind.” (page 74)
People from non-Western, or more specifically, non-American cultures have to sort out and sift through globalization in a way that Americans do not. For example, they may accept and welcome the Internet and access to new markets and communication, but feel stomped on when they are forced by necessity to speak English (their second or third or fourth language) in their home country. Maalouf, with ties to not only the Middle East, but also to the West, Christianity, Islam, Arabic, French, English and other seemingly paradoxical identities, offers that each society needs to modernize itself in its own way. One could argue, but isn’t it just inevitable? And globalization is not controlled by any one person or government or country. True. However, if each person evaluated how he or she participated or contributed to the globalization process, we may be able to maximize the advantages and lesson the negative impacts of this newer, faster, smaller world.
“…it is essential that the global civilization which globalization in general is creating not seem to be exclusively American. Everyone must be able to recognize himself in it, to identify with it a little. No one must be made to think it is irredeemably alien and therefore hostile to him.” (Maalouf, p120)
5) Ultimately, we want every one of our identities to be legitimatized and recognized by others. This is of course assuming that we have first allowed ourselves to internally recognize these allegiances. I think on this point, it can be viably argued that people coexist peacefully when they feel that they are recognized as a full member of society with each of their identities still in tact. Wars and genocide have been fought for many reasons, but history reveals that a great number of them have been fought mostly in the name of a particular identity (point 1).
When evaluated on a micro sociological level, people deeply desire group acceptance. If rejected by a group or berated for belonging to a group, the person is faced with the decision to fight to legitimize their position (point 3) or go through the painful process of disassociating themselves with a group or identity that they feel they belong to. This is especially damaging if a person is forced or pressured to deny heritage, religious background, language, or culture. This is where the issue of immigration comes into play. The person who has left their home and tried to make a new home on foreign soil must try to learn the language and respect the traditions, history and culture of the land to which they have settled but their native neighbors should never require that the immigrated person deny their heritage, native tongue, customs, or flag in order to be accepted into society.
6) Identity is like a panther.
“…a panther kills if you persecute it and kills if you leave it alone, and the worst thing you can do is to leave it alone after you’ve wounded it. But also because a panther can be tamed.” (Maalouf p143)
I think this metaphor is self-explanatory.
There is so much more to be said, thought about, and discussed. This blog, though tedious is woefully deficient. What is incredible about this topic is that every human being to ever exist has had to deal with this issue of identity. We can all relate to these topics and with very little effort, produce a myriad of our own personal examples to the topics presented here and beyond.
When I break ground into a new thought or collection of thoughts, I always want to take it to the next level: application. I suggest reading the book. You’ll gain more insight into the many facets of this discussion. I have been trying to identify my allegiances, the obvious and the tacit. I am trying to see which identities I protect most, and if/when I jeopardize the dignity of another person in order to assert my own associations or belittle theirs. It’s not magical or earth-shattering, but it’s a start.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Peace as an Academic Pursuit and Hopefully More
Many people think of "peace" as an end goal. In some respects, I suppose it is. But the word peace is vague and loosely interpreted, often bringing to mind trite phrases spoken at beauty pageants like, "If I win the crown, my platform will be to advocate for world peace."
Aside from the complexities of the meaning of the word, what does one gain by studying peace? What does one "do" with a degree in Peace & Conflict Resolution? The latter question is probably what I get asked the most by people who learn that I am pursuing peace as a degree. Quite naturally, diplomacy and foreign affairs in a venue such as the UN is an option (which is what most people assume is THE path after this degree), as is my current field in international education, or even an entrance into the world of NGO's like Peace Brigades International, Invisible Children, or Oxfam, etc. (By the way, look up these organizations if you have time. Good causes for real change in the world.)
My future career, per se, is not my first concern at this point. In this next year, I simply want "peace" to become more than a feel-good word and something that spurs me to action, whether in my professional life, personal life, or both. I do not believe that someone needs a degree of any kind to become an advocate for peace. However, I have chosen to pursue peace academically so that I can begin to understand it in the context of history, politics, psychology and sociology. What parts of peace are a process, an attitude, a lifestyle, a delicate balance, a policy, a decision, a series of moments?
Regardless of what the future may hold for me in the field of peace, I remember studying abroad in Cyprus two years ago and looking forward to my Cyprus & the EU class every week. My professor talked about when he and his father escaped the division of Cyprus in 1974 and how he has devoted his life to understanding his country's conflict and being a part of its reconciliation. I listened to both Greek and Turkish Cypriots tell me of their losses as well as their hopes for the future. I met the people at the US embassy in Nicosia who shared how they develop programs for children to interact with the other community for perhaps the first time. I could easily see that peace for these people was not a singular moment or a vague goal, but a daily journey. Something in me sparked. I care about these things.
My journey into discovering the impact of the peace process has already begun. But the best, I suspect, is ahead.
Aside from the complexities of the meaning of the word, what does one gain by studying peace? What does one "do" with a degree in Peace & Conflict Resolution? The latter question is probably what I get asked the most by people who learn that I am pursuing peace as a degree. Quite naturally, diplomacy and foreign affairs in a venue such as the UN is an option (which is what most people assume is THE path after this degree), as is my current field in international education, or even an entrance into the world of NGO's like Peace Brigades International, Invisible Children, or Oxfam, etc. (By the way, look up these organizations if you have time. Good causes for real change in the world.)
My future career, per se, is not my first concern at this point. In this next year, I simply want "peace" to become more than a feel-good word and something that spurs me to action, whether in my professional life, personal life, or both. I do not believe that someone needs a degree of any kind to become an advocate for peace. However, I have chosen to pursue peace academically so that I can begin to understand it in the context of history, politics, psychology and sociology. What parts of peace are a process, an attitude, a lifestyle, a delicate balance, a policy, a decision, a series of moments?
Regardless of what the future may hold for me in the field of peace, I remember studying abroad in Cyprus two years ago and looking forward to my Cyprus & the EU class every week. My professor talked about when he and his father escaped the division of Cyprus in 1974 and how he has devoted his life to understanding his country's conflict and being a part of its reconciliation. I listened to both Greek and Turkish Cypriots tell me of their losses as well as their hopes for the future. I met the people at the US embassy in Nicosia who shared how they develop programs for children to interact with the other community for perhaps the first time. I could easily see that peace for these people was not a singular moment or a vague goal, but a daily journey. Something in me sparked. I care about these things.
My journey into discovering the impact of the peace process has already begun. But the best, I suspect, is ahead.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Trees & Ponds
There are two types of people in this world: Trees and Ponds. Bear with me for a few moments as I attempt to offer up an explanation.
A good friend and I recently strolled around the beautiful and historic town of Mt. Gretna. As we explored the little pathways and commented on the picturesque cottages, I was also acutely aware of all the old trees towering above us, simultaneously providing cool shade and a luscious view. I thought about the trees and how they start as a small seed and take root in one, precise spot. Decades later, after slow and steady growth, the trees literally become a part of the scenic landscape and create comfort and natural beauty.
In another encounter with nature, I sat by a pond on a sunny afternoon in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania with the company of a few turtles, dragonflies, and the occasional frog. The pond had several fountains, which constantly produced a clean flow of water to the areas where the water ripples could reach. However, in the still water at the edges of the pond, algae had grown and gathered into a thick green, floating mass. It struck me that algae only thrives in stagnancy and untouched waters.
Some people are Trees, because they thrive in the nurturing effect of a stable environment. Close friends and family provide the light of inspiration needed to experience upward personal growth. The local community, traditions, and familiarity enrich a Tree and allow for roots to develop and strengthen them. Belief systems and new branches of thought form over a long period of time through careful observation of the surrounding environment, though the Tree remains still and unmoved. However, strong winds of change could topple a Tree, and to uproot it and place it on new soil could produce a withering effect.
Ponds, on the other hand, remain clear and beautiful when they continuously undergo movement and change. A new face or place brings about fresh inspiration. Personal growth usually occurs when new ideas collide with existing thoughts and cause waves, which produce a healthy but tumultuous ripple effect. A Pond accepts the discomforts of constant internal and external movement because movement itself provokes self-actualization. Conversely, biases and negative traits form when perspectives and beliefs remain stagnant, untouched, and unchallenged. A Pond will slowly become clouded, murky and dull if forced to continually accept the status quo, stability, traditions, and the tried and true “way of things.”
I am a Pond. I have moved 10 times in the past 5 years and simply cannot wait to hop on that plane to Northern Ireland in September and start on a master’s degree in Peace & Conflict Resolution. As a Rotary Ambassadorial scholar, I know that I will meet literally hundreds of people during those 12 months, none of whom I have ever met previously. I will have the opportunity to give presentations and get involved locally in a completely foreign environment, and travel to countries I have never been to. Although I have the framework in place; a passport, plane ticket, and an acceptance letter into the University of Ulster in Derry, I have no idea where I will live or who I will live with, what day-to-day life will look like, or how exactly this experience will forever impact me in the immediate and also distant future. And I am excited about these things because my past travels have taught me that expectations are a farce and that I am better off without preconceived notions.
There are downsides. Sometimes I feel as if most people, or at least most of my friends and family, are Trees. They are getting married and settling into wonderful lives with fantastic jobs, new houses, and their favorite local hotspots filled with a group of their mutual friends. Sometimes the life of a Pond is lonely and uncomfortable and inherently stressful. Those are the times that I wished that the "algae" of boredom, restlessness, bad habits, or discontentment wouldn't form when I stay in one place for a while. Can't I just be a Tree and follow in the sure path of so many of the people so dear to me? But, I can already feel that it is soon time for me to be on my way again, though I haven’t even been back in Lancaster for more than 4 weeks. And the countdown to September begins…
Obviously the metaphor of Trees & Ponds is simplistic and flawed. I learned the scientific terms for these two types of people in a tourism management class years ago. The extreme opposites are called ethnocentrics and alocentrcics with midcentrics sitting somewhere in the... well, middle. Sometimes I can better understand life in less technical terms and with the strong use of symbolism.
And what of you, dear Reader? Are you a Tree or a Pond?
A good friend and I recently strolled around the beautiful and historic town of Mt. Gretna. As we explored the little pathways and commented on the picturesque cottages, I was also acutely aware of all the old trees towering above us, simultaneously providing cool shade and a luscious view. I thought about the trees and how they start as a small seed and take root in one, precise spot. Decades later, after slow and steady growth, the trees literally become a part of the scenic landscape and create comfort and natural beauty.
In another encounter with nature, I sat by a pond on a sunny afternoon in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania with the company of a few turtles, dragonflies, and the occasional frog. The pond had several fountains, which constantly produced a clean flow of water to the areas where the water ripples could reach. However, in the still water at the edges of the pond, algae had grown and gathered into a thick green, floating mass. It struck me that algae only thrives in stagnancy and untouched waters.
Some people are Trees, because they thrive in the nurturing effect of a stable environment. Close friends and family provide the light of inspiration needed to experience upward personal growth. The local community, traditions, and familiarity enrich a Tree and allow for roots to develop and strengthen them. Belief systems and new branches of thought form over a long period of time through careful observation of the surrounding environment, though the Tree remains still and unmoved. However, strong winds of change could topple a Tree, and to uproot it and place it on new soil could produce a withering effect.
Ponds, on the other hand, remain clear and beautiful when they continuously undergo movement and change. A new face or place brings about fresh inspiration. Personal growth usually occurs when new ideas collide with existing thoughts and cause waves, which produce a healthy but tumultuous ripple effect. A Pond accepts the discomforts of constant internal and external movement because movement itself provokes self-actualization. Conversely, biases and negative traits form when perspectives and beliefs remain stagnant, untouched, and unchallenged. A Pond will slowly become clouded, murky and dull if forced to continually accept the status quo, stability, traditions, and the tried and true “way of things.”
I am a Pond. I have moved 10 times in the past 5 years and simply cannot wait to hop on that plane to Northern Ireland in September and start on a master’s degree in Peace & Conflict Resolution. As a Rotary Ambassadorial scholar, I know that I will meet literally hundreds of people during those 12 months, none of whom I have ever met previously. I will have the opportunity to give presentations and get involved locally in a completely foreign environment, and travel to countries I have never been to. Although I have the framework in place; a passport, plane ticket, and an acceptance letter into the University of Ulster in Derry, I have no idea where I will live or who I will live with, what day-to-day life will look like, or how exactly this experience will forever impact me in the immediate and also distant future. And I am excited about these things because my past travels have taught me that expectations are a farce and that I am better off without preconceived notions.
There are downsides. Sometimes I feel as if most people, or at least most of my friends and family, are Trees. They are getting married and settling into wonderful lives with fantastic jobs, new houses, and their favorite local hotspots filled with a group of their mutual friends. Sometimes the life of a Pond is lonely and uncomfortable and inherently stressful. Those are the times that I wished that the "algae" of boredom, restlessness, bad habits, or discontentment wouldn't form when I stay in one place for a while. Can't I just be a Tree and follow in the sure path of so many of the people so dear to me? But, I can already feel that it is soon time for me to be on my way again, though I haven’t even been back in Lancaster for more than 4 weeks. And the countdown to September begins…
Obviously the metaphor of Trees & Ponds is simplistic and flawed. I learned the scientific terms for these two types of people in a tourism management class years ago. The extreme opposites are called ethnocentrics and alocentrcics with midcentrics sitting somewhere in the... well, middle. Sometimes I can better understand life in less technical terms and with the strong use of symbolism.
And what of you, dear Reader? Are you a Tree or a Pond?
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