Hi, I'm Eugenia

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Life musings by a former international development worker turned ethnographer/social impact consultant. Always on the search for those light bulb "A HA!" moments of discovery and my next exciting meal.
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June 24, 2014 at 4:33pm

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Uruguay 1 - Italy 0
Suarez gets his third bite of his career and Godin heads in the only goal as Uruguay advances to the next round ahead of the Italians. Uruguay will face the winner of Group C.

Why does anyone still allow Suarez to play???!

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Uruguay 1 - Italy 0

Suarez gets his third bite of his career and Godin heads in the only goal as Uruguay advances to the next round ahead of the Italians. Uruguay will face the winner of Group C.

Why does anyone still allow Suarez to play???!

June 21, 2014 at 9:54pm

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Germany 2 - Ghana 2
Klose scores his record-tying 15th career World Cup goal as the Germans come back to tie Ghana.

Serious World Cup fever. What an amazing game today!

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Germany 2 - Ghana 2

Klose scores his record-tying 15th career World Cup goal as the Germans come back to tie Ghana.

Serious World Cup fever. What an amazing game today!

June 18, 2014 at 9:48pm

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Brazil 0 - Mexico 0
Who would have thought this game would end up scoreless? Ochoa had a big hand in keeping in that way.

This is amazing. Paint recaps of the World Cup games.

herecomestheball:

Brazil 0 - Mexico 0

Who would have thought this game would end up scoreless? Ochoa had a big hand in keeping in that way.

This is amazing. Paint recaps of the World Cup games.

June 2, 2014 at 5:21pm

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Fieldwork Under Fire

"It is when we try to give empirical content to violence as an issue of human existence that we notice the limitations of a too-restricted preoccupation with death, suffering, power, force, and the infliction of pain and constraint. Most of the time, people are attending to the routine tasks of their lives, to eating, dressing, bathing, working, and conversing. Conceiving of violence as a dimension of living rather than as a domain of death obliges researchers to study violence within the immediacy of its manifestation. War, rebellion, resistance, rape, torture, and defiance, as well as peace, victory, humor, boredom, and ingenuity, will have to be understood together through their expression in the everyday if we are to take the issue of the human construction of existence in earnest. A too-narrow conceptualization of violence prevents us from realizing that what is at stake is not simply destruction but also reconstruction, not just death but also survival.

May 30, 2014 at 10:51pm

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Friendship

A few days ago I saw my former boss from Iowa City for the first time since October.

The last time we saw each other, we were both terribly depressed. We wandered from place to place in Chelsea on a cold rainy day, attempted some self-therapy by drinking chamomile tea, and spoke of broken hearts and alienation. 

In truth, I don’t remember much from that time except for extreme sadness and companionable understanding.

We’re both happier now than we were when we last saw each other, and it shows in different ways. I’ve gained back the weight I lost during three sorrowful months in 2013. Her energy is lighter and her eyes more radiant.

While we sat and drank, we laughed over the bittersweet memory of our misery. With some relief that, for the most part, that’s all it is now- a memory. She looked at me and said, “I just remember being so miserable. But I also remember you reaching out to me, and feeling like you could understand what it was like.”

Gavin de Becker writes in The Gift of Fear, “Few of us predict that unexpected, undesired events will lead to great things, but very often we’d be more accurate if we did.”

Connection comes at such unexpected times.

January 22, 2014 at 11:06pm

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24

Unimaginable things happened the year I was 24. I’ve written about it and will probably continue to do so from time to time.

  • It was such a year of loss. I lost teachers, friends, roommates, and more.
  • My heart broke. A lot. In several different ways. It’s been years since I’ve referred to myself as heartbroken.
  • I left my established life in Nairobi and broke a contract with a job I loved because I felt like I didn’t know myself anymore.
  • There was a lot of risk-taking. In relationships, in friendships, in entrepreneurial ventures. Some people stepped all over me, but others opened their arms to me and that made the vulnerability worth it.
  • I stepped into solopreneurship- something I had never believed I would ever do.
  • I learned more about myself than I ever expected. How I carry my experiences in Nairobi with me, issues I’ve pushed back for years. I learned not to apologize for what I want or for how I feel. I learned what it feels like to reach my limits and how to emerge bruised and battered, but intact.

Thanks for all the lessons, 24. Here’s to 25 being an even better year.

January 20, 2014 at 1:57pm

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Cate Blanchett is fantastic.

Cate Blanchett is fantastic.

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January 16, 2014 at 6:25pm

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Depression, the secret we share

Valuing one’s depression does not prevent a relapse, but it may make the prospect of relapse and even relapse itself easier to tolerate. The question is not so much of finding great meaning and deciding your depression has been very meaningful. It’s of seeking that meaning and thinking, when it comes again, "This will be hellish, but I will learn something from it.” I have learned in my own depression how big an emotion can be, how it can be more real than facts, and I have found that that experience has allowed me to experience positive emotion in a more intense and more focused way. The opposite of depression is not happiness, but vitality, and these days, my life is vital, even on the days when I’m sad…

 I think that while I hated being depressed and would hate to be depressed again, I’ve found a way to love my depression. I love it because it has forced me to find and cling to joy. I love it because each day I decide, sometimes gamely, and sometimes against the moment’s reason, to cleave to the reasons for living. And that, I think, is a highly privileged rapture.

Beautiful.

January 6, 2014 at 10:34pm

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The typewriter obsession continues

The typewriter obsession continues