The One With Prosperity
There is a mini-series that started on RTE a couple of weeks ago called "Prosperity". It consists of four episodes and tells the story of four different people living in North Dublin, in the poorest areas of Dublin. Basically, their stories are told in the shadow of irony cast by the series' title, to contradict the dubious prosperity of Irish society today and show that in spite of the wealth, the economic growth, the ceaseless spending, the nice cars and expensive houses, there are people wallowing in poverty and self destruction behind the scenes. But just how reliable is it, really?
People are struggling financially in Ireland as they do in any other country. It's a given and undisputed fact because people, especially the current and future materialistic generations, seem to have an innate tendency to strive to live outside their means. But that aside, the quality of life this country has to offer (if you're legal in it, that is) is second to very few (according to most universal polls, less than a handful). The amount of money spent on social welfare in Ireland, next to amounts spent in other countries is enormous. For a country as young as it is and considering the ruined financial state in which Ireland received its long-overdue independence, the manner in which it handled improving the lives of its citizens and how far it's come is exceptional at best. In fact, I think it's safe to say Ireland has given these people far too much; so much they are now taking advantage of it and keep wanting more and more; to make things worse, thinking the country *owes* it to them. This is where Prosperity comes into the picture.
I have seen a couple of episodes, and the scripts of the remaining two that are yet to be aired I have already read online. I have nothing to say against its quality because I actually find it to be very good, but I have a lot to say against the message it supposedly attempts to convene. It is flawed and misleading. And as a person who loves this country, I believe it deserves better. People who live in Ireland should know better than to take Prosperity for what it is, but people who live abroad don't, and that is the problem. Is this mini-series does leak abroad, it might (in fact, it will) send a very misleading impression. And no, I don't think I'm biased. I do think that I am realistic, and the people who wrote these scripts should have realized that they were dealing with one of the last situations to be purely either black or white. It's all shades of gray.
Apart from the story of the boy (Gavin), who is a child and his psychological state is largely attributed to the environment his parents (or lack thereof) created for him, the other three stories deal with adults (and mind that Gavin's story is in fact not restricted to "poor people". Indifferent, rude and neglectful parents may be rich too. The adults are a Nigerian asylum seeker (Pala), a middle-aged man (George) and a 17 year old single mother (Stacey). Now let's briefly review their cases:
Pala is Nigerian but has all the rights needed to work and live in this country, plus English is supposed to be her native tongue so the language barrier is removed. And yet, she is on welfare and holds a part-time unreliable job as a cleaner with barely any pay and reflects upon the possibility of prostitution. Needing money, she cheats it out of her welfare officer and pointlessly battles to get her 10 year old son to Ireland, growing more and more aggravated at her situation. She doesn't like what Ireland has to offer. But here is the question – just what does Ireland owe her? There is no way any country would allow her to bring her son over if she can't even (and makes no visible effort) take care of herself. She has been in the country for 2 years and still made no effort to find a decent job and rent a decent place, although nothing is stopping her. Instead she is perfectly content demanding privileges from the government. Work in Ireland, especially in Dublin, in literally lining the streets. Even the most basic employment, in the retail or food sector, will put her up in a rented place in the nicer part of town and cover her bills as well as put her financial struggles to an end, which altogether will make her more eligible to apply for family reunification. And yet she wallows in self pity and makes no effort.
George is Irish. He lives with his mother, whom he treats like dirt even though she always tries to help; he takes money from his son; he is a lazy layabout who openly thinks the government owes him money and when he is asked to enter a training program that will help him to find work, he makes a conscious choice not to. He passes the days taking money from anyone and everyone and drinking it away, literally sitting on his ass.
Stacey is a young girl from a broken home, yet she is also an adult. She is a single mother to a baby girl named Lorna. Lorna's father is of course, absent, but occasionally pops in their lives to use Stacey when he sees fit. While in any other given country, she could be thrown out on the street, she lives in a state-provided B&B, which although admittedly is nothing to write home about, is at least a bed and a roof over her head. She too sits of welfare and does nothing all day, but continuously demands to be provided with a government flat. She has an adult sister who although refuses to watch Lorna in order for her to go and fuck her fella, would clearly do that if Stacey had an actual reason, such as a job. She is a good, clean, girl. She doesn't do drugs, doesn't drink, she is the best mother she can be under the given circumstances. And yet, she is willingly wasting her life away. Like Pala and George, she waits and complains for better life to be handed to her and refuses to work to get it. So is it Ireland's fault or hers?
I think you can now understand why this series frustrates me so much. The poor lives and bleak circumstances of these people are not created by Ireland and have nothing to do with "prosperity". They are utterly and completely self-made. These people made their choices and are completely responsible for their lives. The state, on its part, is trying to help them far more than they deserve, yet they do nothing to help themselves, thinking the country owes them a better life. I think, if anything, this series shows how Ireland's prosperity backfires in her face, and its not at all a pretty picture.
Mood: Disappointed
Listening to: Gingersol - Never Noticed
Posted on Thu, Sep 13 2007 @ 00:28
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The One With Almost Rome
Rome is officially only three weeks away. 
Stephen and I booked almost everything already, pretty much except for the Vatican tour (we're gonna take one that "skips the lines"). With the hostel and the Ryanair flights, the Vatican tour, the trains from Rome to Pompeii and back, the RomaPass and the Pompeii entry fees, it costs us altogether around 200 euro each, and we're staying in Rome for four days (flying out on October 2nd and coming back October 6th). I can't wait! I'm actually so excited I'm ready to burst. Just the thought about, in three weeks' time, standing in the Sistine Chapel, visiting the Raphael Rooms and the Galleria Borghese… it's almost unbelievably inconceivable, not to mention all the other churches and galleries and just standing in front of magnificent paintings, frescos and sculptures by Raphael, Caravaggio, Michaelangelo and Bernini among others… I can't wait!!! It's better than a dream come true, it's millions of dreams coming true simultaneously, I honestly can't describe that feeling. 
Everything went more or less smooth with the booking and the planning with the exception of the hostel.
We originally booked a hostel in the outskirts of Rome we later realized to be like 2 hours away from the city, by train and god knows what else, not to mention the fact the public transport to and from it was seriously messed up. So we cancelled it, having realized that we won't get to see Rome at all with what it had to offer. We booked another one, also a camping resort, which although was geographically closer to the city, was just as inaccessible as the former. So obviously we cancelled that one as well. The third one, hopefully third time's the charm, is a youth hostel we booked in the city, in the very centre of Rome, within minutes walking from Termini station, the Colosseum and pretty much everything. Admittedly, it does have somewhat of a negative reputation, mostly having to do with hygiene issues, but its location is difficult to pass on, especially how accessible it is to Termini station, which means we don't have to worry about getting from and to the airport and to and from Naples (from there Pompeii).
So basically… Rome it is
. No longer a dream, but rather an approaching reality and I can't wait (it feels like I've said that about a hundred times in this blog alone). Everyone's like, you have to see this, you have to go there, which only makes me more agitated because it makes me so afraid I might miss out on some hidden gem I don't even know about. The problem is that I have only 4 days, one of which will be spent in Pompeii and another one is more than half-wasted on flights, which leaves me with two days, which is almost nothing. So that means no catacombs, minimal ruins, no Hadrian's villa, no Forum, no Ostia… it's all really unfortunate, but sacrifices have to be made in order to see what's (in my opinion) worth a lot more. Here is my list (not necessarily in that oder):
• The Vatican (St. Peter's, museums, Raphael's Rooms, Sistine Chapel, etc…)
• The Colosseum
• The Pantheon
• Galleria Borghese
• Piazza Navona
• Piazza Barberini
• Ponte Sant'Angelo
• San Francesco a Ripa
• Santa Maria della Vittoria
• Piazza della Minerva
• Sant'Andrea al Quilinare
• Galleria Nazionalle d'Arte Antica
• San Luigi dei Francesi
• Santa Maria del Popolo
• Palazzo dei Conservatori
• Sant'Agustino
• Galleria Doria Pamphilj
• San Pietro in Vincoli
• Chiesa Nuova
I wonder how many of them I won't have time for… 
Mood: Excited
Listening to: Splendid - Charge
Posted on Tue, Sep 11 2007 @ 02:41
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The One With Gary's Leaving
Been a while, hasn't it. I don't really know why I haven't blogged in a while, but I think it has something to do with the fact of me not really wanting to talk about things in general lately. I think I can trace it back to Gary's leaving party, actually, which is a bit strange. I mean technically it shouldn't get to me as much, ad the thing is that I think it really didn't. I think it just sort of played the role of "the final straw" if you know what I mean. Basically, I've been down for a while due to things having nothing to do with Gary and him leaving just pretty much cracked me up and I did what I do best – retreated into myself. I thin kit's wearing of now bit by bit (the fact I'm blogging at all should imply that much), but I honestly don't know where I'm going with that…
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So… Gary's party. In the Nest, last Friday, nothing out of the ordinary except that it was well, Gary's leaving party. Quite a few people showed up, actually, although I had expected there to be more, but hey. I think there were more cameras there (mine included) than people, though, which was kind of funny
. All around it was a grand night. I had originally intended to only come in for a little while and "make an appearance for Gary's sake", but I ended up staying all night, and I really don't regret it. Although there was a sad note to it all (Gary and I spent the day at work making a list of who would cry… he listed everybody
), everyone had a great time. I think it's safe to say that from all of us together we have a shitload of photos so memories will live on
. Oh yeah… Stephen wore a kilt. No reason, really, apart from him being Stephen and he decided to wear a kilt. Unfortunately, he woke boxers under the kilt, so it's lost most of it's potential, but the kilt was definitely the star of the evening. Then there were the Calairs and Elaine trying to sex Gary us with a so-called lapdance. They did get his shirt off, but all in all, I was just thinking to myself the entire time that they really don't know how it's done. Actually, they looked pretty awkward and funny, but it was a good laugh. I was offered the opportunity to show them how it's done, but I politely declined
. So yeah… on to the memories: click here for my own photos (most of everyone else's are somewhere and everywhere on Bebo). I actually think they came out very well, even if I look like shit in most of them. It wasn't enough of a reason to take one of the photos from this night on line though, or at least not for me. Like I said, it was a grand night. A night to remember. Much like the person in whose name it was set up...
The following Saturday was Gary's last official day at work and once again, it was really, really weird. It felt like everyone was walking on eggshells, not really wanted the day to end
. I most definitely didn't… at some point I wanted it to stretch forever. I'm not a person who likes tearful goodbyes (although we ended up not having one), so it could be that, but I think it was mostly the fact that there are some people that truly are irreplaceable. The funny thing that we take them for granted all the time (there were days at work Gary and I didn't exchange a single word), and we only realize what a huge void they live behind them once they're gone. The day itself was uneventful. Rather quiet in a tense kind of way. Then it ended and it was time to go home and I think that at that point everyone wanted it to stretch forever. All credit goes to Rob for putting together the cards for everyone to sign and then the money… we gave it to Gary in an odd goodbye-ceremony and he actually cried. After all the lists, he was the one who cried, but I can understand why. No one really knew what to say or do and it was a really awkward lasting moment of a handful of us standing outside work, not knowing how to say the last goodbyes. This whole thing still feels unreal… I think in the upcoming week or so, we'd still expect to see him coming in to work somewhere in the back of our minds
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Afterwards I was supposed to go to Stephen's for the night, but seeing as I'd woken up that day realizing I really didn't want to be around people, any people, I called the whole thing off. Kev, Ben and Luke went over instead and they did whatever they did for a couple of hours until… due to lack of a better word, he sort of kicked them out, not to go into too much detail.
Seeing as I've decided I was done feeling sorry for myself by the time that happened, I went over to is place and ended up spending the night. The only bad thing about it was that I sleep-walked through my day at work on Sunday, which bearing in mind my job description was very, very bad. The only reason I got away with it was because I was on the men's side and barely anyone pays attention to me over there.
Well, that's it really. Tuesday now draws to a close and nothing worth mentioning has happened since. Well yeah, I got screwed with my hours this week, but I should have seen that one coming, to be completely honest. Maybe I do want to talk about other things… but if I do, it'll be in a separate blog altogether.
Mood: Complex
Listening to: The Who - Teenage Wasteland
Posted on Wed, Sep 5 2007 @ 01:20
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The One With The Shakespearian Actress
A few days ago (yes, it happened a few days ago, but I feel the need to rant now), I found out that the third series of the Tudors was being filmed right outside my door and I didn't even know it!
Well, I do understand why I didn't know in terms that no one is supposed to know these things, it's not as if they are looking forward to a crowd of dozens screaming teenybopper Rhys Myers fans to show up causing havoc and disrupting filming, but it was still so frustrating to find out they were so close and I had no idea. I love that show; hell, I even wanted to try to become an extra on it or something, but it didn't work out because I couldn't attend the auditions. I don't care about Jonathan Rhys Myers even though yes, he's handsome, and I personally think he's a good actor, but I'm not the drooling kind of person. Honestly, for me, just to be a part of something like that, something that I like, however small that part might be, would have been grand. Not to mention the fact it's a historical drama in its core and it's more than enough to get me excited. And they were so close! They were filming in Dublin Castle; I mean you couldn't get any closer than that. Crap. 
Check this out. I was browsing through some entertainment sites yesterday (I was tired so didn't really feel like doing anything that required brain activity) and I found something about this actress, Julia Stiles. Anyway, they referred to her as "Shakespearian actress" and that was what got my attention.
Obviously, I know who she is, even if I think she can't act to save her life, she did some pretty high profile films so I know the name (and I did see some of the films on TV), but that description got me all curious. At first I was like, wait a second, I've never heard of her doing Shakespeare.
So I went to IMDB to check and turns out she never did Shakespeare; what she did was two of the four (most popular) teen-Shakespeare adaptations: "10 Things I Hate About You" (Taming of the Shrew) and "O" (Othelo), with the third one being "She's The Man" (The Twelfth Night) and the fourth obviously "Romeo and Juliet" (Romeo and Juliet). She also did "Hamlet" (Hamlet), which I've never heard of, but you guessed it - another teen-modern adaptation in which she reportedly plays the role of Ophelia - that alone makes me question the quality of this version. Now, Romeo and Juliet got the play all fucked up (I'm sorry, but I'm conservative in that respect; I don't think Shakespeare should be modernized; part of his charm is that his words can still appeal to people as they are and there is no need to modernize anything), but I can deal with it, mostly because it was a more-than-decent film and it paid its respects rather well. But the other three are total nonsense!
I've seen these films, god help me, I shudder at the thought, but I actually saw them because I knew they were supposedly based on these plays and I wanted to see for myself what Hollywood managed to conjure up this time around. And, my god, Shakespeare is turning in his grave over and over again! Not only are they dreadful and the acting is largely no less horrific, but the setting, the plot… *everything* is as offensive to Shakespeare as they could possibly make it.
It's as if they took these plays and literally spat on them and twisted them into some kind of unrecognizable joke and – pardon the expression – shoved Shakespeare up their asses when they were done. It's like this silly bit in "She's The Man" when they gave this character (I don't even remember who) one of the timeless lines from the real play "The Twelfth Night" that actually belonged to Malvolio ("Some are born with greatness, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them."), and all I could think of was what the hell were they on about?
It was completely out of context, just thrown out of the blue in the midst of all this corny teenage insanity as if only to remind us, oh yeah, Shakespeare was there once upon a time.
And having this in her resume, they call her a Shakespearean actress. Seriously makes me wonder how old the person who wrote that snippet was. I'll grant you that though, reading it was funny. 
Mood: Amused
Listening to: Hans Zimmer - "Dead Man's Chest" OST
Posted on Thu, Aug 30 2007 @ 20:31
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The One With The Registration
I finally registered for my classes today, which sort of deserves a breath of relief, except that there is one psychology class I couldn't get into and I really wanted to because apparently it's too full by now (I was working through most of the day so was late to register). Mostly I'm really looking forward to these subjects because they sound very interesting, but on the other hand, there is at least one subject they for some reason took out of the original third-year structure (thank you, modularization
), a course about Caravaggio with my favorite lecturer, so obviously I couldn't register for that, and I was looking forward to it so bad.
But not to worry, I got into another course with him. It's not Caravaggio, but it's Dr. Cottrell, so whatever it is, it'll have to do
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Just by looking at the various course requirements we have to face in the upcoming year for all the different subjects makes me shudder, to be honest. There is going to be a shitload of work for me to do next year; I think I might as well permanently move into the library (and we were just talking at work yesterday with Dave and Rob about the mature students taking over all the books… bearing that in mind, I'm seriously fucked). And you know, the worst part is that my timetable sucks in a really big way. There are days (most of them) I have like 2 classes a day, but they're stuck somewhere between 13:00 – 17:00, which basically screws up my entire day. In other words, no chance at rest or proper homework-time unless I do my school work before I actually attend the classes, which is absurd (it is for me because I'm not the type to be all refreshed and ready to study first thing in the morning, especially if I know that I can technically sleep in for a few more hours). It's just all so frustrating
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Still, can't wait to go back! I'm even smiling as I type it. I'm like a college-yay girl now
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Today was a really fucked up day at work. I seriously hate the new tills with more passion every passing second and it starts to seriously unmake my day. Not only do I have to put up with fulltimers (well, thank god at least that the really bad leave at 2 o'clock), I also have to put up with this shit now. I was seriously about to explode today
. And the thing is that it's really not the people's fault; it's these friggin' tills! They don't work, the customers are pissed off and who has to deal with it if not me? Not to mention the fact they're a cause for like thousands of mistakes, so I was literally torn into pieces today. I was alone today, with no help whatsoever and I just didn't know where to put myself. I literally – not exaggerating here – couldn't sit down for one second, I could barely even find the time for my other duties which don't include my newfound duties, a.k.a. dealing with the tills and their whims. At some point I just really wanted to scream or kill or both and not necessarily in that order. 
Gary's leaving party is this Friday and we're all going to the pub. It'll be brilliant, but also very sad because well, it's Gary and I really can't imagine work without Gary
. He's seriously one of the few people I work with that are completely irreplaceable. He's right there with Rob, Dave (speaking of Dave, I forgot to mention we were paired up together on Saturday and it was one of the best and most relaxed working days I've ever had… thank god for people you can trust to back you up; then again I was paired up with Ali on Sunday so it all went downhill from there). Point is that there are less than a handful of these people, so you get the message. Just a couple of days ago we were still talking and joking together and it's nearly unimaginable that after this week ends we will never get to do that again. It's a bloody end of an era
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Mood: Mixed
Listening to: Vast - Flames
Posted on Tue, Aug 28 2007 @ 01:23
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