Personal narratives summer school 2009
Let the Sabiny have their community radio
I attended the summer school with the hope of learning more about epistemological and methodological approaches to human development from an international perspective. I did this with the aim of integrating this outlook into my research. Having completed the school, I was looking forward to sitting and continue writing my thesis as soon as possible. However, it all turned out to be complicated. It is a month ago that I left Yogya, yet I have not done any serious writing since.Unfinished Readers and Burnt Fingers
What would be THE litmus test that you just experienced something quite remarkable? Easy. You simply can’t stop blabbering about the incident to the other people around you. Family and friends, colleagues and acquaintances, even strangers and bystanders don’t get to be spared of the story. You can be even more sure of it as you didn’t yet stop yourself even when you received that special look from your friends. A look that if put into verbal expression would fall somewhere along the line of “...How I see the Uganda riots
My silence never means indifference. Since the summer school ended I have been reflecting on the content, context, method and outcome of the Yogya experience. The winds of my thoughts have meandered in several directions, leaving behind them scattered heaps of personal opinions, positions and questions. At this point I must confess, especially to Ram, that despite the ever gathering heaps, I decided not to complicate or even problematize the dunes in any way. In so doing, had hoped to find a...My death called summer school
When you are new to the studies of humanistics and philosophy like me, things tend to get very exciting. You don’t know what to expect and more than that, you are not yet able to know what to expect, also because of the at times incoherent thematic approach of our education. Whether or not this excited state of being is the fundamental state of life or a state of confusion (or both!) I will hopefully get to understand at some point. The point is that there is a given context - namely the univ...Beads, pants, and scuba diving
At first I though of giving this text the following title: “One Month After….” It is a rather telling way of putting it, isn’t it? As the attending of the 2009 International Summer School at various paces fades into my mnemonic folders, the four weeks that went into its making seem to have already gained historical proportions. At least in my life they did.