In September, I travelled to Japan for a 2-week field trip with Mie Femø Nielsen and Rikke Nielsen from Copenhagen University. A range of internationally active companies had been kind enough to allow us to visit with them, and talk with various professionals about how they go about conducting their work within international workplace settings. A number
I have recently completed a fascinating few months as researcher-in-residence with the team behind the theatre production Horisonten, a co-production between Aaben Dans and Det Kongelige Teater, currently playing the main stage at the Skuespilhuset in central Copenhagen. The cast of over 20 actors, opera singers, contemporary and classically trained dancers, circus and physical theatre artists, and
A common question: “what do you do?” An appropriate response is not to answer with what you actually do – “I police the streets”, “I fish at the weekend” – but with what you are professionally – “I’m a doctor”, “I’m a car mechanic”. This implies a level of uniform stability – it suggests that ‘what you do’ has been the case
Tuesday, Oct. 31, 2006 THE ZEIT GIST Lights Out Police use outdated dancing law to stub out nightlife By SPENCER HAZEL Special to The Japan Times It’s a lively Saturday night in the heart of Hiroshima’s Nagarekawa district, and some 100 police officers, riot police, immigration officials and U.S. agents gather for a joint operation
The Herald, Scotland 16 November 1999 LINK Bring on the clowns “Tell your friend to put his pants on and step outside.” The policeman’s torch had flashed from the crotch of Mr Peter Grimes, who was sat in the front of my car, to me, who lay half asleep (and half naked) under a duvet
Earth, Wind, Fire and Water The cicadas charge the air overhead with their thick electricity, each their own pulp-tv ray-gun of mind-control. It’s a price we pay for the shade we seek beneath the coniferous pylons in this small corner of Fujisan Hongu Sengentaisha shrine. Today, the heat rains down on us on a record-breaking
We arrive like a flood tide, in waves, boatload upon boatload. Early birds, casual, laughing. Still room to stand, enough air to breathe. Buckets of sunscreen, beer on wheels, onigiri and ice. After disembarking, we join the caravan after caravan of pioneers staking out the land, our small corners of this foreign field lapping at