Thursday, 22 July 2010

Why I Don’t Normally Travel Alone or My Italian Adventure


Today marks the first day (well, almost – officially, my cross-state travel begins tomorrow) of my independent travelling experience. While I have travelled to many exotic (Sri Lanka) and not so exotic (Buffalo, NY anyone) places in my life, most of the time these adventures were with someone – be it my mom, a friend, a boyfriend, a husband. Even in those instances where I made the journey alone, someone was always waiting for me at my destination. For the first time, I am venturing out on my own. I am cheating a little bit to be fair. I will be going to a conference and staying with friends. And, yes, I am going to a fabulous wedding as well. But for all intents and purposes, I will be trying to find everything by myself and will, most likely, get desperately lost.

The trip itinerary looks as following. Feel free to laugh at my valiant hopes for finishing my conference presentation at the airport in Amsterdam.

DateLocationDetails
July 23Land in Rome; Drive to BledFinish presentation in Amsterdam

Start editing the chapter section related to that

7 hour journey with tolls and 11 hours without tolls
July 24Morning in Bled – Bled Island Bled Castle; Drive to Ljubljana in the afternoon; check into hotel and get ready for presentation (40 minutes with tolls on roads, and 1.5 hours with no tolls)1.5 hour journey between Bled and Ljubljana



Present paper today
July 25ConferenceConference

Write Defining corruption, Intro and Conclusion sections

Enter data
July 26Conference; Drive from Ljubljana to Trieste1 hour journey between Trieste and Ljubljana
July 27Take train to VeniceVenice – 2 hour trip on train
July 28Venice-TriesteTake train to Trieste; Spend night in Trieste
July 29TriesteTrieste
July 30Trieste-Pescara8 hour journey to Pescara; Rehearsal dinner
July 31Pescara - weddingWedding
August 1Leave at 1am to get to airportFlying and Amsterdam


As I am not really keen on surprises, I have armed myself to the teeth with maps, reservation vouchers, telephone numbers and an hour-by-hour itinerary. While I do tend to be somewhat organised, this is ridiculous even by my standards. In fact, I haven't even started my vacation and I am already stressing out. Before I go and stuff some more summer clothes into my tiny carry-on, I would like to share my completely insane plan of driving from Rome to Lake Bled... through the night. I tried to be cheeky and looked at non-toll road options. I've decided that it was worth to take the toll roads if it was going to save me 7 hours of night-time journeying. If all goes to plan, I should be in Bled for a sunrise over the Bled Island... and not in a ditch somewhere in rural Italy.

Monday, 5 April 2010

Back to the drawing board (literally)


Everything is still shut (or at least that's what I keep telling myself in order to remain at home in my PJs guilt-free – though the food poisoning is also playing a key part here), so I haven't had the chance to venture out to get a new sketchbook. I've had my pastel and drawing books for about a month now, but haven't had the time to put any of the techniques into practice. Itching to do some art but afraid to make some butt-ugly drawing again, I decided to compromise and to half trace one of my photographs from the trip to Sri Lanka. Here is what we have here. Although I think I am done here, this is still not how I wanted the painting to turn out. But I don't mind.

And here is the original photo.


Wednesday, 31 March 2010

Awaken the theory spirits


Right. So it seems that my 'motivational' blog project has fallen by the wayside – at least, my promise to write weekly has certainly not been fulfilled. But, I forgive myself since it's been a very fruitful (though, as always, not fruitful enough by DPhil standards) term for theorising and generally getting a grip on all things DPhil. After months of stress and self-torture, I've finally churned out something that is taking me in the right direction, albeit it is nowhere near the final destination of what I am trying to explain. In short, I have sorted out some important trends concerning corruption and accountability mechanisms in democracy. According to me, multiple principals (competing principals) blur the lines of accountability and provide opportunities for instituting public policies that help promote, or at least not deter, corrupt exchanges. This may seem very 'duh' to people, but I find that this pattern holds beyond the regime type, such as in situations where political parties are not the only conduit to political power. After my short-lived pat on the back for myself, I got a deserved swift kick in the behind from my supervisor who suggested that after all these years, I have been looking at the wrong level of analysis. It's time to toss the individual politicians and their relationship with parties and instead concentrate on parties and voters. Well, at least it's better than her previous comment of – "What is this?" Onward and upward!

Sunday, 14 February 2010

Roasted Chicken, Pesto Linguine and Spinach Salad with Clementines, Raspberries and Strawberries





My original recipe plan was foiled by the fact that my bike chain is too rusty to allow me to successfully bike to the big Sainsbury's in Kidlington - where I could have gotten some fresh seafood for my seafood linguine. Instead, I had to settle for a simple roast chicken (seasoned in mayonnaise, garlic, basil, thyme and rosemary), with handmade linguine from Taylor's and a delicious pesto by Jaimie Oliver. I also roasted some asparagus and made a green salad, topped with strawberries, raspberries and clementines (with a basic olive oil, balsamic vinegar and garlic dressing). So, pretty much everything has garlic in it today. There is one exception - the delicious organic raspberry/apple juice with a couple of fresh raspberries in it. Yum!

Brief Encounter



It has been a particularly busy and unpredictable week, so I confess that I have failed in sticking to my unifying theme for the week. Last night, Katharine and I braved the subzero cold to venture out to the Museum of the History of Science in Oxford. Their current exhibition is Steampunk Art, which combines modern technology with Victorian-style gadgets. While we didn't have the opportunity to take a look at the exhibition (I plan to come back this coming week), we were treated to a FREE (hooray!) viewing of Brief Encounter, a 1945 British film about an unexpected love affair between a suburban housewife and a doctor who meet at a train station.

Before I delve into my thoughts on the film, I'd like to say that the entire experience was very lovely. We arrived a bit early and got to watch a 1930s documentary on...actually I am not sure what the point of it was. It was basically a 20-minute film on how trains are the integral element of mail deliveryin the UK. I mean, I got to learn about all kinds of funky contraptions used to collect and drop off mail without the trains stopping at any stations, but I really didn't see the point of it. Perhaps, this was due to the fact that I couldn't understand a lick of the Midlands accent. I was quite surprised at the random lack of precision in dropping off bags of mail at each station – some toothless guy would just count the seconds on his fingers before sticking his head out to double-check that they were about to reach a certain station, before the bags were lowered and eventually dropped off. I am surprised no one got decapitated in the movie – it looked fairly lacking in the health and safety department.

The documentary was an interesting choice before the main feature. But my general love for trains and railroad systems left me fairly satisfied with this hodge podge documentary. And now it was time for Brief Encounter.

I have heard quite a bit about this movie (well, the fact that it is systematically ranked in the top hundred British movies has something to do with it) and always assumed that it would be incredibly sad and romantic. I found Brief Encounter incredibly realistic and poignantly relevant even today. It tells a very honest story about an emotional affair and the growing, and overwhelming, feelings that accompany it. The internal struggle that Laura, the heroine, undergoes throughout the duration of her affair is a conscious reflection of our often tumultuous and unbridled emotions. While the movie is often described as one about a suburban wife's violent experience with real love, contrasted against her familiar and comfortable marriage, I think that her experience was not necessarily love, but a very deep connection to another person. I agree that her experience was violent, especially taking into account the way that her companion, Alec, pursued her and convinced her of their feelings. I almost saw a cruelty in his admission of his love for Laura and his subsequent request for reciprocity. Here is a clever and passionate man. He can clearly see the way that this woman feels about him, along with the feelings of guilt that accompany those. And yet, he pressures her ever so slightly to submit, to confess, to share herself. I don't know. Despite Laura's evident indecision throughout the film, she is by far the stronger of the two. Alec never offers her any alternative to their encounters. He doesn't intend to leave his wife or for Laura to leave her husband. He embraces his emotions and drags Laura with him. But she has to stop herself because the guilt and the lies that she has to concoct in order to prevent her husband from finding out about this affair are too much and she realises that there is no future for her and Alec. She is the one who stands in the way of the two consummating their affair. She is also the one left behind when Alec decides to leave England for South Africa. Perhaps there is a side to Alec's story that we don't see because the story is told as Laura's imaginary confession to her husband and we are in essence situated to be more sympathetic to her experience. I particularly like the last scene of the film, where Laura's husband takes her into his arms when he becomes aware of the fact that she is clearly unsettled. Her breakdown in his arms can be interpreted as either her admission of the loss of her lover (remember, she did almost commit suicide shortly following his departure at the train station) or the relief of having survived such an affair only to end up in the arms of her husband. And though I don't think that her feelings for Alec were true love – (how could they be? They only spent one day a week together for about six weeks)- I do think that Laura experienced a real loss, a loss brought on by the fact that she bared herself so passionately and so briefly. I am so glad that movies like this exist. These are movies that let us glimpse the reality of our own lives (with better cinematography and, usually, better writing) without the needless happy endings.

Monday, 8 February 2010

Partitocrazia



Since I am still mucking around in the depths of half-baked theory on the links between political parties and the incentives that they set up for individual politicians to promote and implement anti-corruption strategies, I will start my first week in this blogging experiment in Italy – homeland of entrenched political corruption in the party system. As my foremost focus is my dissertation (or so I would like to tell myself and others), I'll start with the progress that I have made this week. It's Monday, so my progress is quite watery. At this point, I am trying to sort out which mechanisms are used by political parties to incentivise individual politicians not only to adhere to the social contract while in office, but also to institutionalise transparency and punishment mechanisms for those individuals and groups that do partake in corrupt acts. The Italian case will be very useful once I get to the complete systemisation and entrenchment of corrupt transactions at the party system level. Specifically, this will help address how political corruption affects bureaucratic corruption. But here I am getting ahead of myself. So, this week's goal is to redo my theory for the umpteenth time and to make it presentable to my oh-so-very-patient supervisor.

This means that this week I will be undertaking the task of selecting and preparing a delicious Italian meal. Not sure what I will do for the culture aspect yet, but keep your eyes peeled for a short story or anecdote with an Italian flavour. This is a very basic first week for this blog, but hopefully it will get more interesting as I progress with my dissertation and get a better feel for this project.