Donkeyshott & Xuitlacoche

British Curators are getting a bit above themselves. Curators as collage makers. Curators as story tellers. Jackanory, Jackanory Darwin ...was a triumphalist and fetishistic exhibition. It started with two little wrens in a glass box, pointing out how their beaks were different and then ended with a propaganda booth where dumbed down evolutionary theory was regurgitated from the craw of the scientific establishment and fed to visitors in an overwening patchwork of colourful metaphors. Shah Abbas It purported to show how the Shah cleverly united his country and used used Shia Islam to do so, in the process helping boost the arts and sciences. But it ended with the regulatory orientalist sting in the tail about the Shah and young boys. Maharajah Now there the curators told a tale of cultural emasculation. There was some explanation of how the British came to dominate India and the only natural response to the big painting towards the end of the exhibition was to snort with laughter at th

With an Eye to the Future: ILO Refugee Programmes in Africa   By Eve Hall Infocus Programme on Crisis Response and Reconstruction.   Working paper # 12   ILO April 2003   Recovery and Reconstruction Department         Table of Contents Preface ....................................................................iii 1. INTRODUCTION.....................................................1 The ILO and refugees ..................................................1 Built-in focus on human resources ...............................2 Refugees in Africa ........................................................2 2. THE ILO PROGAMMES IN SOMALIA AND SUDAN Somalia..........................................................................6 The setting..................................................................... 6 The Quick Impact Income Generating Project .................6 The Integrated Refugee Camp Development Project ........7 The impact in changing conditi

Peter Broderick, by Snagt I haven't admired a songwriter for a long time, as much as I admire Peter Broderick Softly freezing Not at home And it's alright Below it With the notes in my Ears Diverge Games Games again Esbern Snares Glade Maps

There are many contrasting approaches to the arrangement of funerals, from the relgious to the secular. But after five deaths and four funerals over the last two years, it seems to me that the humanist way of death is the most salutary. This is because it accepts one simple truth. Human life is constructed like a story. It has a beginning, high points, low points and then ends – definitively. The humanist way of death recognises the fact that you will die and that when you do, that will be the story of you. From the viewpoint of a our human, third person narrative, isn't the idea of heaven a little irritating? A life, like a good book, should never end in: " ... to be continued." Life only really makes sense as biography. In contrast, religious funerals, where a stranger usually officiates and witters on about heaven, often fail to commemorate a life well lived properly. Religious funerals can be a whimpering anti-climax. When Uncle Heini died this month at

Unkindness to fellow travellers   Memorandum To: MR. PULAT, Ministry of [Soviet] Civil Aviation MR. ARDYMOV, Transit Manager INTOURIST From: M.A. HALL, PASSENGER ON SU Z44 HELD IN TRANSIT SINCE 12/7/81 Date: 19/7/81 Subject: TREATMENT OF AEROFLOT TRANSIT PASSENGERS               (TO BE READ WITH ATTACHED MEMO. OF 16/7/81) Tonight, one full week after arriving at Moscow airport too late to catch a confirmed onward flight to Mogadishu, myself and six other passengers are finally die to be released from Sheremetyovo transit hotel to fly to our destination. The missed connection was no fault of our own. Nothing was achieved in finding us an alternative flight within a reasonable time. I regret to say that in the following three days since I sent my memorandum of the 16/7/81, I can record no improvement in the treatment of transit passengers, except some improvement s in the quality and variety - not the service - of meals. Everything I wrote in the previou

Trabazon port, by Feyza Darling Mom and Dad, In a few hours we'll be arriving in Istanbul. We caught the ferry from Trabzon on Friday and it's been a very pleasant and restful two days sailing on the Black Sea . It's beautiful, and the little ports are crowded and not too expensive. We've stayed on deck, as it was much cheaper even than the dormitory beds. To and Phil slept on deck in sleeping bags, while the twins and I slept in the VW - everytime we stopped we bought bread and fruit and kebabs to eat on board. Only today did we have a meal in the restaurant and it was pretty expensive. It's fun, but alas, no place to wash, except your face! So after over 48 hours, we're pretty grubby and smelly! Yesterday, the twins birthday - not really celebrated, except that they got a few extra cokes, and a German lady in a Kombi made them each a chocolate pudding! The deck is pretty crowded- and agains we met a couple we first met at the border in Pakis

From New Delhi to Nice Helmand river Tony Hall's plans and notes based on Mary Barnett's log book 5th July Delhi to Amritsar 7am Leave. Arrive around 4pm - stay at Mrs Bandare's Guest House. 6th July Amritsar - Lahore Level fertile country - allow time for border crossing. 7th July Wednesday Lahore - Peshawar (443km = 275 miles) Industrial areas, then across fertile plains to Jhelum. Mountain road to Rawalpindi - busy fairly wide GT road to Peshawar 8th -10th July (Thursday to Saturday) Peshawar to Kabul (205kms = 90 miles) Peshawar to customs 56kms Khyber road, quite winding and narrow in parts, but not very difficult. Pass closed sunset to sunrise. 30 Afghanis toll payable at Sarobi (80kms before kabul) - through gorge to Kabul Sunday 11th July Kabul - Kandahar - pre-dawn departure Take ample petrol and food. 512 kms - 318 miles Modern highway, Resthouse (Petrol) at Ghazni (146 kms from Kabul) Gradual ascent (Highest point 9000ft) then ea