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Sunday, March 16, 2008

in london...



Doris Salcedo's Shibboleth




a shibboleth is a word used as a test for detcting people from another district or country by their pronunciation (a sound very difficult for foreigners to pronounce)... coming from the episode in the Book of Judges when the Ephraimites were stopped by the Gileadites in their attempt to flee across the river Jordan. As their dialect didn't include the sound "sh", those who could not say the word "shibboleth" were captured and killed.

SHIBBOLETH:

i could not get over the quantity of screaming messages Salcedo's work evoked.....
shibboleth - token of power, the power to judge, refuse and kill.
history of racism...running as a crack in our history - and as a permanent marker of "modernity", in the foundation of Tate Modern's cement....






and the anti war protest, in front of parliament



Sunday, March 09, 2008

"It's not about cost-cutting"

I find the above statement horrendously comical........

 

In fact, I couldn't stop laughing when I read it.  I was sitting in my sun-filled office reading the training material for this new activity-recording program (includes: activity recording, balanced scorecard and monthly workload report) and I nearly fell off my chair..... 

 

The blatant contradiction coupled with an apparent seriousness around me dissipated my laughter...  My grin turned into a puzzled + shocked stare:  I am flabbergasted at this theatre of bureaucratic diplomacy.  Saddened by my dual-role as spectator and actress in this all …

 

 

  

"It's not about cost-cutting"

 

“The recording tells us what proportion of our global resources we spend on different types of activity; highlights posts' workloads and resourcing needs and identifies areas of best practice.  The data on the amount of time staff spend each day against each activity is aggregated into post and monthly totals for use in reporting.”

 

 

“Ultimately, better management information is crucial

if we're to build a sustainable service for the future.”

 

".... We need grades of staff so we can calculate costs..."

 

 

It is not the intention of ------- to check up on the hours that you work.

 

It can help to think of your day in 15 minute chunks and note the main thing you've been working on in each 15 minute period. 

 

Don't worry about minor interruptions (a minute or two).   

 

Be as accurate as you can - within reason - but at least to the nearest 15 minutes.

 

Do not guess at numbers. 

 

The aim is that all of us..... are able to make better decisions about resources and priorities based on meaningful and fair information.

 

 

So, dear friends… off I go – to begin a new week at work.

… Every 15 minutes I write down what I’ve done… I check the “code” that my activity is categorized as and I “record” my time….  Thanking that marvelous program for its flexibility (minor interruptions of a minute or two are allowed, phew!) and feeling like a very valuable HUMAN BEING in a paper machine that is not motivated by ‘cost cutting’ in the least… !!!!!!!!


Monday, June 04, 2007

so i've thought of more than 10 things that i could write....

I think I've thought about writing for more than a couple of weeks...

and I think I've thought about how if I had a chance to write here any time i wasn't on a computer i'd be writing all the time...

so that's a lot of thinking for a lot of 'blank' time.  !!  Oh well... a month has passed - humm...and my deep thought of the day is simply that i'm glad writing exists. 

 


Monday, April 23, 2007

90 million EUROS per MONTH goes into the prostitution business here.

 

 

 


Thursday, April 19, 2007

“ I just can’t get used to life!!!”

“People who try to hold on to their individuality end up badly”

 

"If you got worried about everything there is to worry about, you wouldn’t be able to live.”

 

          “life is an absurd business”

 

“awake or asleep, it’s all the same”

 

                                                                       ----------       Eugene Ionesco, Rhinoceros

 

So why am I so utterly enthralled with theatre of the absurd?  I saw the play was showing - jumped on the occasion and last minute decided to go. 

 

I think I love it because I fall for it, every time, and then figure it out - I'm the perfect spectator...sort of like being the best person to plan a surprise for.  I inevitably become part of that audience that I feel the playwright wanted - I feel I could BE "the masses" the hours I watch Ionesco's plays. 

 

It all begins with a simple fact – the rediculity of a human becoming an animal, of a whole town becoming an animal.  Silly, funny, presumptious, ABSURD.  But then, everyone becomes a rhinoceros…even the most skeptic, and the logician grow horns, harden their skin, snort and run...the stampede grows destructive.  Until beauty, thought, logic, value, morals - everything is defined by THEM. 

 

Humm.... I walked out of the play with the sting of that slap in my face and a million questions: who defines "being human"? 

 

 



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