After standing in line for hours, it was finally my turn. I was one of thousands of high schoolers who were queuing to register for the national entrance examination for public universities. I wished to be admitted in the best technical university in Indonesia. My very smart eldest brother, who applied to the same university a decade earlier and wasn’t admitted, already warned me not to keep my hope too high. He said, “I know you’re smart and everything, but remember, we are classified as ‘non-native’ (non-pribumi). While others just need to score around 80 (out of 100) to get in, we need to be near perfect”. It was only later in my life I learned that during the Suharto’s New Order era there was indeed a quota for those who were classified as “Chinese Indonesians” to enter state universities. Having said that, my brother encouraged me to try anyway. Continue reading What would happen if … #1
Is your dissertating student, co-author, book contributor, researcher, writer missing in action? This is a song for them. Or, this song is probably for yourself 😀
I think I just ruined my graduate students’ break by sending them this song last week (with a note: I created this with you in mind ;D). PhD students, imagine your PhD advisor singing this song to you. Is it a blessing or a curse?
Note on the production:
During the super wintery cold Canadian break a couple weeks ago, I stayed home too long that I lost my marbles. I woke up in the middle of the night and did some silly things. This is a result of one of those nights. Yeah, I spent a couple hours recording and making this video.
….in a memory of Edward Soja (1940-2015)…
I met Ed Soja thirteen years ago, on 6 February 2002, during my first visit to the United States. He generously allocated forty-five minutes of his busy schedule to meet me in his office at UCLA. At that moment, I was just a random, uncertain young aspiring scholar who did not even know what she’d do in the next couple months. I was excited to have had this opportunity, and, yet, felt so nervous about it. Prior to the meeting, I had already rehearsed so many topics and issues I wanted to talk with him in my head. However, as the nerves kicked in, I found myself mute and petrified. I am not sure whether it was his look, his stature, or his commanding voice that made me feel apprehensive. It was probably the combination of all three and a simple fact that he was Edward Soja.
Just published: Lim, M. (2015) A CyberUrban Space Odyssey: The Spatiality of Contemporary Social Movements, New Geographies 07:117-123.
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This article is part of the newest issue of New Geographies. It scrutinizes the complex entanglement of cyberurban spaces in the making and development of contemporary social movement by analyzing its imaginaries, practices, and trajectories.
NEW GEOGRAPHIES: GEOGRAPHIES OF INFORMATION Continue reading [Publication] A CyberUrban Space Odyssey
It was around this time thirty one year ago, in 1984. That day was one of the most historical days of my childhood. It was a cinema day! And it made me nervous, scared, and excited at the same time. The reason for the mixed feelings was two folds. First, I never went to the cinema before because my religiously conservative parents forbade us, my siblings and I, from watching movies in the cinema. Second, this was a movie about what one social science teacher called ‘the darkest chapter’ in the history of the nation. Even though my parents didn’t like the fact that their kids would be in a ‘sinful’ cinema and to pay for it, , they let my two little siblings and I go. They had no choice as it was mandatory for all kids. The government had forced schools to make students see the film during school hours.
As of today, approximately 12 million Syrians have been displaced by the conflict. More than half of these are under the age of 18.
It’s too late to help Alan Kurdi (initially reported as Aylan Kurdi), but together we can prevent the same fate from happening to other children like him. One of some ways to do it is by supporting these charities below.
I try my best to summarize what these charities are doing — they differ in their focuses, priorities, scopes and geographic reach — and provide direct links to their donation pages to help you in your consideration. Continue reading Syrian Crisis – How to help
Early this year, in a conference where I presented a keynote address, a young researcher approached me and said,”Professor Lim, I’m a fan. I read every single work you have published, including the very old one from a long time ago.” I was flattered but also felt like a 100 year-old professor.
I smiled and said, “Thank you, that’s very nice of you. Oh… the very old one from a long time ago? Was it published in 19th century?” Continue reading [#ThrowbackThursday] Memorable years
What’s the point of being knowledgable
If only used to deceive
What’s the point of having read many books
If you never break the silence
(an excerpt from “What’s the point”, a poem by Wiji Thukul*)
Original version (Indonesian):
Apa gunanya punya ilmu tinggi
Kalau hanya untuk mengibuli
Apa gunanya banyak baca buku
Kalau mulut kau bungkam melulu
(nukilan dari “Apa guna”, puisi oleh Wiji Thukul)
Continue reading Wiji Thukul: What’s the point?