Thursday, September 24, 2009

Now we walk mindfully. . .

It has been a while again, even longer this time, since I've updated. I do feel a bit guilty for neglecting my blog for so long, but here's an extra long update to make up for it.

Soon after my last entry, I signed a lease and now have live in a basement flat in Dun Laoghaire, which is a small town just 20 minutes or so outside of Dublin. It's about halfway between center city and my work, which is perfect: close enough to work that it's not a hassle in the morning, and close enough to the city that I can go into town fairly quickly. More personally, I have gotten settled. Even the first week in my apartment was a bit hectic, but I am feeling pretty comfortable, and I have two very pleasant roommates, John and Catherine, who are both from Cork and work in the area.
[My house from the outside]

[The harbor in Dun Laoghaire]

A couple weeks ago, I joined some co-workers for a guided tour of Kilmainham Gaol, an old jail in Dublin. The oldest part of the jail was built in 1796, but was added to as growing imprisonment required. For much of the prison's activity, it was used as a political prison during the rebellions. The jail also received a lot of prisoners for petty theft during the famine. Our tour guide showed a picture from a prison record that showed the sentencing of 3 children in their early teens, all convicted of the same crime: stealing 4 loaves of bread.

The tour had a lot of prison and reform theory, which reminded me a lot of the information (the famous pictures of old jails with children dancing on the table and diagrams of Jeremy Bentham's panopticon) at Eastern State Penitentiary, the first modern prison in the US. The thought behind such a jail was that it was possible to reform people through silence, solitude, and supervision. As such, prisoners were not allowed to speak to each other, all of the cells featured a small hole through which guards could look in to check on prisoners, and each cell was meant to hold only one person; although, this last stipulation was relaxed as the courts sentenced more people than the prison had room for. Sometimes the small cells housed 12 or more people. The windows in the jail have no glass, with the intent that the cold draft would make the occupants uncomfortable and prisoners slept on wooden planks - or on wet straw if there were not enough "beds" to go around. A quote displayed in the museum from George Bernard Shaw frames these conditions and their justification particularly well: "If the prison does not underbid the slum in human misery, the slum will empty and the prison will fill."

I would say that the best part of the tour, by far, was the amount of political history that came with it. My favorite parts were the stories about Robert Emmett, an Irish nationalist who was executed at Kilmainham. After his sentencing, Emmett made a speech, which is used in a lot of pro-democracy rhetoric. The jail was closed in the early 20th century, and reopened in the mid-1980's after 20 years of restoration work, which was done entirely by volunteers. Aside from the prison literature and the history lesson, the jail is also visually stunning.




After visiting the prison, we went out for coffee, after which a few of us went walking around the city. Pia, one of the other interns, was saying that she used to work for a campus Centre for Mindfulness, where they coordinate study on being more mindful. This just amounts to living more in the moment and being more perceptive of your surroundings, body, and natural tendencies. We discussed it for a while: what it means for us to be mindful, how we might do this without realising it, how it might not be productive to do this constantly, and also discussed people who we know who are naturally more mindful. Pia joked that her boyfriend, who had partcipated in some of the Centre's mindfulness practices, would tease her about it on walks and say, "Now Pia, we walk mindfully."

[Mindful appreciation of a Dublin sunset]

I think mindfulness is something that becomes less frequent with age - or at least is something that people lose as they grow into early adulthood. I can remember when going somewhere, even if it was an errand with my mom, had nothing to do with the goal itself. What was fascinating then was all of the things I would see along the journey. Pia's explanation for this loss was that as people get older, they start to internalize their surroundings more, and they let their actions become guided by norms. Especially because we talked about this in a dichotomy of mindfulness vs. productivity, I think that mindfulness might play an important role in work socialisation. Individuals form work habits and employability skills around being more goal oriented, but perhaps this is to some degree at the expense of mindfulness. It's also possible that I just remember the times when I was mindful when I was young, rather than the times that I was centered around a goal. But, I think also it's a real possibility that focusing on projects and goals eliminates the time available for perceiving things, especially those things that do not directly or obviously relate to those goals. That is not to say that this is definitively a negative phenomenon, but I do think that it's something that occurs. That is something definitely nice about my work here. I have quite a bit of time to complete projects. It gives me time to fully appreciate them and their implications, which is definitely not something that I've experience in other jobs previously.

Lastly, I submitted a proposal for a senior thesis last week, and I am waiting to hear back. I am going to write on Short-Time Compensation in the US. That's part of the reason that I haven't updated in a while; I was totally absorbed by that process. By the end of it, I was so exhausted and I couldn't think about anything else. But now, it's in, and I can relax. I will still work on it, obviously, but without an impending deadline, I can appreciate the process more leisurely while I pay attention to other things in front of me.

Now Stuart, we walk mindfully.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

One week down, 13 to go. . .

I have been meaning to update all week, but have only now had the time and enough motivation.

I started work on Tuesday, which started out quite a struggle. I missed the #7 bus to work by only 30 seconds and when I finally got to Loughlinstown, I walked around for a good hour looking for my office. One thing that's difficult and foreign about Ireland, or this part at least, is that the streets are scarcely marked. So, by the time I got to work I was half an hour late rather than a few minutes early as I had planned.

Luckily, once I got to work, my day turned around a bit. I was greeted at reception by one of my team members who assured me that most people are a little late to work the first time because the place is tucked away. And, I met my supervisor who is incredibly friendly and excited to have me on the team, it seems.

It was raining on my bus-ride home, which I have learned to accept as a daily occurrence (at least twice). And, I thought to myself, "oh great, now I have to walk home in the rain." But, as soon as I got off the bus, the rain stopped. I turned around to see the biggest most vibrant rainbow I have ever seen! It was a sort of delayed objective correlative to my tumultuous morning, but very much appreciated all the same.

I received training on my day-to-day tasks, much of which involve maintaining a large dataset. I also volunteered to write a report on work-sharing.

By the time Friday came around, I was exhausted. I slept last night from about 7pm to 9am this morning.

The good news for today is that I have a meeting with a landlord in Dun Laoghaire tonight to discuss a lease agreement. The apartment looked very nice: spacious, clean, and most importantly quiet.

Things I am currently reading are:
Articles on liminality
Articles on modelling firm behavior
Articles on work sharing
Articles on European unemployment

I have some thoughts on my workplace and other sites of liminality, but I think I want to wait until I have collected them a little better.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

I wonder if they make the inside turn on red. . .

I suppose I should begin documenting my transport. I spent Friday night in my sister's Boston apartment. I laid in bed for hours imagining the adventure ahead of me [the exciting new job, the beautiful coastal town of Dun Laoghaire, scenic countryside landscapes]; the thought of sleep hardly entered my mind as being in the realm of possibility. Until then, I had done very well not fantasizing about what kind of world awaited me across the Atlantic. But at last, as the hour of departure grew nearer, it all became more tangible, seemed more possible.

I spent the following morning watching Ted Kennedy's service before departing. I found it very moving. The things I discussed with Ellie (sister) and Toby (her partner) were the elegant balance the ceremony struck between addressing the general public and those close to Kennedy, as well as the balance between mournful of the loss and celebratory of his humanity and work.

This morning, I arrived at Dublin International Airport and navigated my way to the town of Dun Laoghaire, where I checked into my hostel. I was immediately struck by how familiar everything felt. Even compared to the UK, Ireland feels much more like home than any other place outside the states that I've ever been. I've been reading a book on Irish culture by Terry Eagleton (thanks Brigid!) and while he does comment that many things are just like the United States, I did expect a bit more of a shock. Little things happen that remind me where I am of course: signing and architecture is a bit different, and the accent is a constant reminder, but I'm constantly surprised by how many things are just the same, or equivalent. I've been thinking all morning of supposed differences and trying to imagine those that I haven't observed.

They drive on the opposite side of the street, but do they still make the inside turn on red?

I had only just dropped my suitcase off when the spirit of adventure whisked me out the door and into town, where I found a festival celebrating cultures from all over the globe!

The first festival element of note was a small tent for an anti-poverty organization called Concern. They are currently running a campaign against child labor, and today's booth was set up to facilitate kite decorating for children (12 and under). The explanation given to me was that since these children can't vote, it's their way of showing solidarity for other children in India, Pakistan, Sierra Leone and Kenya (among others).





[Thanks to Lizzy Noone from Concern for the information. All photographs with permission of present guardians]

This was a beautiful activity, especially in relation to cultures like India and Pakistan with strong kite flying cultures. The kids also filled out postcards to send to children in developing countries where child labor is prevalent. The main focus of the campaign is to educate, raising consumer awareness to encourage Europeans to research corporations before buying from them (especially in the garment industry).

The sign that reads "Children belong in school" reminds me to consider what kinds of things child labor does for education and socialization more broadly - and this is something that I talked to people about at the World Social Forum in January. It's also something that I consider in the states, even in less severe and less forced situations. My roommate and I have discussed whether or not it is ethical to put your children to work at a family business. I do understand the value of teaching responsibility. But, at the same time, I consider there to be something sacred about the play that occurred in my life before I knew a world of work. And, that's not to say that once a child helps out at a parent's job he/she is done playing forever, but there might be some value to keeping these eras separate, at least for a little while.

The rest of the festival included music, dance performances, and of course lots of a street vending.


[A food service worker takes her lunch break at a festival dining cart]


[A clown at the festival crafts inflatable creations for an appreciative youngster]

[Street musician]
See http://www.flickr.com/photos/stuartvincent/ for more photos!

I do have lots more to say about these things, but for now my internet time is about to run out and I have many things to accomplish before work on Tuesday.

In honor of the late Edward M. Kennedy:

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
but I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Monday, August 24, 2009

ETA: 6 Days

As the days till my departure shrink in number, I am scrambling to make last minute arrangements for housing, banking, transportation, etc. . . . I will arrive in Dublin International Airport on Sunday, and I start my internship on Tuesday. I am taking part in an off-campus credit program through the School of Industrial and Labor Relations (ILR) at Cornell University.

It appears that my internship will involve a study of labor markets, job loss, and social programs available to cushion European workers in the current recession. This blog is intended to be a space for exploring the balance of work and play: how it impacts my work life and research, how it relates to the subject of my research, and how it might differ from the United States to Ireland and the rest of the European Union. Since the nature of this work appears to be similar to the kind that I am interested in professionally, I wish to explore the work-life balance that accompanies it, and its compatibility with my personality and career goals. I am also interested in how differing work rules and norms between the countries manifest themselves in the workplace and labor market, as well as how they play out in the larger consciousness of the workforce and population.

I am furthermore interested in understanding the material consequences of income support programs, especially those used to replaced wages lost from sectoral shifts and job destruction.

Finally, I would like to extend my most appreciative thanks to Brigid Beachler and Prof. Clete Daniel of ILR for their continued guidance and assistance with my search for an internship and my struggle to square away all of the relevant practicalities; to my new supervisor in Dublin for this amazing opportunity; to my advisor, Goerge Jakubson, for his overwhelming confidence in my ability to produce quality work and excitement at my continued intellectual engagement and growth; and to the ILR Alumni Association for their generous financial support.