NYMA:
Mother Always Said
The only trips I ever take these days—or since graduate school, really—are trips to conferences. (The picture above is a combined trip to Computers and Writing 2005 in Palo Alto, California, and to San Francisco.)
In many ways, work is my life. And most days the academy tells me that this conflation should be so. But other positions exist, such as the one Edward Castronova (2007) posited in Exodus to the Virtual World: How Online Fun is Changing Reality, where he wrote:
I’m sick of the way that the real world pulls families apart, the way it makes people give their time to huge soulless organizations rather than themselves, they way it deadens our willingness to be mature about right and wrong, the way it isolates us and takes away all sense of personal meaning and significance. (p. x)
“Often only a single generation away from mothers who had identities exclusively constructed around domesticity, my patients are blurring the distinctions between home and work, private and public that offer them both emotional fulfillment and continuity between their lives at home and their lives at work, between the legacy of domesticity and the workplace of the twenty-first century.” (Ilene Philipson, 2002, p. 3)
Monday, February 22, 2010
Blurring the distinctions between home and work
