Time is generally treated as invisible, like gravity it just exists. It’s at the subconscious level. It’s bearing on proceedings tends to be viewed as an after thought. It happens in the background.
What you want to do might just be followed by “do you have enough time?” But when different cultures meet, time can be a primary trigger feature.
A piece in International Affairs, Constructing time in foreign policy-making indicated how people could be classified as time agents in how they used time to drive decision making. This is less physical clock time more that which happens below our…
The porter yelped loud enough for passengers collecting their luggage at the conveyer belt to rubberneck. I was deeply embarrassed. In my haste to clear the airport I’d accidentally clipped the porter’s Achilles with my trolley.
He was in excruciating pain and with all eyes on me all I could do was to apologise profusely. His parting words in Twi (Ghanaian language) with the accompanying terse tone was to: “Slow down. This is Ghana.What’s the rush?” …
There’s a depth you go to that you don’t recognise as a time for help, because all your life growing up you’ve become conditioned to self preservation, yet and this is only a paradox to others, a deep feeling for your community prevails.
Every woman older than you is your auntie. Every man your uncle, and when they greet you and ask how you are, your reply irrespective of your condition, is , “I’m fine auntie, how are you?” “Is there something I can do?” This was the way.
There was no sense it would come to pass, but no…
George Floyd’s death sparked a physical, global and mental movement. The former was more obvious in BLM anti-racist rallies across the world; the latter a series of deep introspections across industries and leadership.
Coupled with the impact of COVID-19 a general question emerged, how could society renew its efforts to address racism?
The tundras of research, its dry dispassionate language, hours of tedium searching data and cohering narratives can often invite sighs of the days ahead; it’s a marathon, not a sprint and requires energy and commitment.
Research’s usefulness, if it ever needed stating, is in its thoroughness, no stone…
This is a story about the future and missed opportunities. Lessons learned in content that applied psychological principles, social media literacy, interdisciplinary thinking and tech-solutions focusing on diversity. It’s 2004 and 6 months later we’ve cracked it
This is a story about the future and missed opportunities. Lessons learned in content that applied psychological principles, social media literacy, interdisciplinary thinking and tech-solutions focusing on diversity. It’s 2004 and 6 months later we’ve cracked it.
He provides this write up for one of the first video magazines when the Net could hardly support video. YouTube had not become a thing.
Tucked away in the leafy South West of England, secured from neighbours and behind high security paraphernalia is an academy which, amongst its many offerings, specialises in gaming and simulations.
MBA elite universities,FTSE 100 conferences, Nintendo; few can rival this place where simulations and scenario planing carry consequences that go far beyond exam certificates and commercial imperatives.
On campus, software gizmos and million pound simulators wrestle for attention amid a spectrum of military hardware, such as the £4m Challenger 2 Tank, and rooms called “The JFC Battle Lab Simulation and Synthetic Environment Lab”.
We’re inside the UK’s Defence Academy. It’s…
We’re inside the UK’s Defence Academy. It’s…
This isn’t about journalism as you know it, anymore than for 300 years ago the truth was that light travelled in a straight line. In the 20th century, we learned differently. Light doesn’t; it can bend. And time isn’t absolute but relative.
You’ve likely guessed it. The header is a reworking of the eponymously titled song Last Night a DJ saved my Life, a monster smash hit in the 80s by Indeep.
The lyrics to the song tell the story of a bored woman at home trying unsuccessfully to get hold of her other half . Then a DJ drops a hot tune on the radio. ‘And if it wasn’t for the music I don’t know what I’d do, yeah’ she says.
She’s revived. Music saves her life, twice over in fact. Because the story goes on to suggest she has…
Top Writer & Creative Technologist, Int. Award Winner. Cinemajournalist. Cardiff Uni @jomec. PhD (Dublin). Visiting Prof UBC, Ex BBC/C4News. Apple profiled.