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Monthly Archives November 2009

Oxford to Mumbai

Leaving Oxford for quite a long spell - 7 or 8 weeks, I think - I have strange feelings of loss. I still don’t know how to interpret these internal machinations, but sometimes I think it’s just because the passing of time makes me sad. Things rush by me, into the void of the past… […]

Posted 28 November 2009 † John Mansfield § Normal ‡ Comments (0) °

World in trouble

Dubai World is such a heady mix of crazed ambition and complete frivolity - in retrospect there seems always to have been something fateful about such a scheme. It’s got “hot money” written all over it, “folly” written all over it… perhaps it has always been doomed to become a symbol of the 2000s finance […]

Posted 27 November 2009 † John Mansfield § Normal ‡ Comments (0) °

Postcard

October 2009 was declared by someone to be International Postcard Month, in celebration of 140 years since the postcard was invented.
A group was formed on Facebook, and their people simply left their name and address written on the wall, hoping to become receivers of postcards. I took down three addresses, and sent them postcards. I […]

Posted 27 November 2009 † John Mansfield § Normal ‡ Comments (0) °

Goods

I was in downtown Boston yesterday evening, walking back to my hotel. It was just after a company dinner - I was totally exhausted, jetlagged, hadn’t slept well in days. On the clock it said 9pm, but in my head it was 3am. But one thing was enough to make me pause: on the side […]

Posted 21 November 2009 † John Mansfield § Normal ‡ Comments (1) °

American Pilot reviews

All reviews are in now for the American Pilot:
The Oxford Times
a remarkably effective piece of theatricality … very well expressed

Going with the Flow (Junta Sekimori’s blog)
The set is limited but resourceful, the acting is good to memorable, and the production should be seen, not because it does the local culture a service but because it […]

Posted 05 November 2009 † John Mansfield § Normal ‡ Comments (0) °

Days of War, Nights of Love

Lying awake last night, I started thinking back, again, on the book Days of War, Nights of Love. This, along with the Idiot, by Dostoyevsky, are the two books that have most influenced my life.
Days of War, Nights of Love begins with a barrage of questions:
How many hours a day do you spend in front […]

Posted 03 November 2009 † John Mansfield § Normal ‡ Comments (0) °