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mardi 31 juillet 2007

Moving professional life

I have some changes in my professional life. I just finish to speak with an english man who lived and worked in London (his job is similar as mine). He said there are a lot of chances for a man like me to have such an interesting job in London. But, you know, dear reader, I really enjoy my life here and it was a choice to be in Lille. Neverthless, i cannot say this idea to go across the sea isn't interesting. It depends maybe about the conditions. I have to think about it.

I know I could have some very good opportunities in London to do a kind of work I really enjoy. But, but, but... The life in London isn't very funny as I remember. See my blog in january and february 2006 and you could understand what I want to explain... So, I don't know. Live abroad could have some interesting faces for my mind. I know it. Perhaps, it could be an open door on the other professional landscape. Need to think about it, Romook, need to think about it...

I have to confess I really like to beat against challenges. Go abroad is one of the biggest mountain to climb for me. Especially if it is for professional life because you cannot anticipate if it' for a long time or for a short time. So, all need to be check to avoid some problems... But, future is future and never one is able to expect all.

I will think seriously about this idea to go abroad. Hong Kong is an ancient colony of the Crown... The link with China is a common way... Expect project, Romook, expect project...

Romook, thinking about his future...

lundi 30 juillet 2007

Deleted msn blog

Today, I delete my msn blog. It was the "father" of this. Now, I know it is important to turn the page of this period. Why ? Probably because all I begin need to switch one day in another thing. So, it was a litle blog on msn. After, I realized it was not a good tool to explain all I want. I changed for here. Now, for all my visitors, everyone can let a comment.

But I 've seen a lot of them who said "not using msn, not able to write comments" didn't write something here. But, this change was a good experience. I'm looking for a new picture of my blog (I like Bob the sponge, but it's not mine)... and i didn't find a new marvellous one. Need to be more patient. Maybe it's because my blog is a journal more than a blog and I have no idea about what the view of my blog is. Some visitors could help me to find some new ideas perhaps. Neverthless, I know I need to create my own space. So, foreign ideas will stay like foreign ideas and couldn't become mine... Maybe, one day I understand what I want... Now, you've only one blog called romook. Me too, of course.

Romook, blog destructor

Complementary reflexion about driving behaviours

Yesterday, I told you about specific unwritten rules in Poland. So, I could give you an explanation found in a book called "Watching the English", from Kate Fox (I liked this book). In page 7, the author explained in a paragraph titled "Trust me, I'm an anthropologist", something very interesting. All the book is interesting and amuzing, so you need to reach it if you haven't.

"Trust me, I'm an anthropologist

By the time we left England, and I embarked on a rather erratic education at random sample of schools in America, Ireland and France, my father had manfully shrugged off his disappointment over the chimp experiment, and begun training me as an ethnographer instead. I was only five, but he generously overlooked the slight handicap : I might be somewhat shorter than his other students, but that shouldn't prevent me grasping the basic principles of ethnographics research methodology. Among the most important of these, I learned, was the search for rules. When we arrived in any unfamiliar culture, I was to look for regularities and consistent patterns in the natives' behaviour, and try to work out the hidden rules - the conventions or colective understandings - governing these behaviour patterns.

Eventually, this rule-hunting becomes almost an uncouncious process - a reflex, or, according to some long-suffering companions, a pathological compulsion. Two years ago, for example, my fiancé Henry took me to visit some friends in Poland. As we were driving in an English car, he relied on me, the passenger, to tell him when it was safe to overtake. Whithin twenty minutes of crossing the Polish broder, I started to say : 'Yes, go now, it's safe.' even when there were vehicles coming towards us on a two-lane road.

After he had twice hastily applied the brakes and aborted a planned overtake at the last minute, he clearly began to have doubts about my judgement. 'What are you doing ? That wasn't safe at all! Didn't you see that big lorry ??' 'Oh yes' I replied, 'but the rules are different here in Poland. There's obviously a tacit understanding that a wide two-lane road is really three lanes, so if you overtake, the driver in front and the one coming towards you will move to the side to give you room.'

Henry asked politely how I could possibly be sure of this, given that I had never been to Poland before and had been in the country less than half an hour. My response, that I had been watching the Polish drivers and they all clearly followed this rule, was greeted with perhaps understandable scepticism. Adding 'Trust me, I'm an anthropologist'. probably didn't help much either, and it was some time before he could be persuaded to test my theory. When he did, the vehicles duly parted like the Red Sea to create a 'third lane' for us, and our Polish host later confirmed that there was indeed a sort of unofficial code of etiquette that required this.

My sense of triumph was somewhat diluted, though, by our host's sister, who pointed out that her countrymen were also noted for their reckless and dangerous driving. Had I been a bit more observant, it seemed, I might have notices the crosses, with flowers around the base, dotted along the roadsides - tributes placed by bereaved relatives to mark the spots at wich people had been killed in road accidents. Henry magnanimously refrained from making any comment about the trustworthiness of anthropologists, but he did ask why I could not be content with merely observing and analysing Polish customs : why did I fell compelled to risk my neck - and, incidentalluy, his - by joining in ?

I explained that this compulsion was partly the result of promptings from my Inner Participant, but insisted that there was also some methodology in my apparent madness. Having observed some regularity or pattern in native behavioour, and tentatively identified the unspoken rule involved, an ethnographer can apply various 'tests' to confirm the existence of such a rule. You can tell a representative selection of natives about your observations of their behaviour patterns, and ask them if you have correctly identified the rule, convention or principle behind these patterns. You can break the (hypothetical rule), and look for signsof disapproval, or indeed active 'sanctions'. In some cases, such as the Polish third-lane rule, you can 'test' the rule by obeying it, and note whether you are 'rewarded' for doing so."

So, I need to add I haven't seen these flowers bordered the road. Thus, You need to know these rule is not apply on every road. The main road - national perhaps - have some urgent lane. So, the roads are more bigger than ours. It could explain this particular rule of driving behaviour.

Romook, ethnologist driver ?