The two papers stare desperately back at me. Am I missing anything? I go through the checklist in my head: examples, explanations, something creative. A lady clears her throat and my heart rate shoots up. Grabbing the pencil, I scratch three straight lines on a new sheet and tear it out of its pad just… Continue reading writing || vulnerability in a professional context
They say time is money, but that’s not exactly true. Since being exposed to the research field through my professors at university and Richard Thaler’s “Misbehaving”, I’ve found it fascinating to read studies that explore the bridge between psychology, decision-making and economics. At the moment, I'm looking into sunk costs and “mental accounting” - a… Continue reading writing || time is not money: on storytelling and sunk costs
What a book. Not only did Flowers for Algernon make me cry, but it made me think. In an explosion of ways, in all directions, about everything life and death and in between. I loved this book. I don't even know where to start, but I know I want to write about it so that… Continue reading writing || flowers for algernon
Journaling. It's great, but I'm starting to think blogging may be a better practice. Writing for others forces you to make sense to minds other than your own and be a coherent personality. It's a bit more challenging but also requires more effort to ensure your words are as raw and organic as possible -… Continue reading writing || brief thoughts on private journaling vs public writing
Would our society be better if most of us were altruistic (did things genuinely for the benefit of others) or egoistic (put our own needs and wants first)? And further, what about our own well-being? What's the best way to live your own life? University has challenged my personal values immensely. I've had to figure… Continue reading writing || altruism or egoism: the merits of selfishness in an idealist’s world
My high school philosophy class once touched briefly upon a paradox whose name I don't remember but whose topic intrigued me. The question was: are we the same person all our lives? Is "Ioana" (that's me!) a consistently defined entity? You might instinctively shout yes, because after all, you've got memories that belong to you… Continue reading writing || know yourself
In Blood Wedding, Federico Garcia Lorca constructs an environment that is heavily weighed down by cultural expectations. As both a playwright and an accomplished theatre director, Lorca’s command of dialogue, musical drama, and stage direction is used with purpose to create this tense, eerie atmosphere. In particular, the play’s recurring intra-textual Lullaby piece gives audiences an insight into its cultural setting by mirroring the language and symbolism its characters later employ in describing their feelings of suffocation and tension. It depicts an ancient struggle – one that is still relevant enough to be passed on through the generations. And in it, we see the juxtaposition of carnal flesh and blood with inanimate trees and rivers, both symbols that serve as metaphors for the forces at odds in the play.