I have lived in Arizona, on and off, for 13 years now. I went to high school here, my mother lives here, the house I’ve lived in the longest is here, I have friends here, and –despite its rapid and dizzying development– I know Phoenix better than perhaps anywhere else in the world. I see no contradiction between calling myself Arizonan and not calling myself American, in the same way that I don’t really like being English but I identify strongly with Oxford. As you’d expect, I rather like Arizona. I have consequently spent 13 years defending it to other … Continue reading In Defence of Arizona
(This week’s post is a day late, for which I apologise. It will unfortunately also be shorter than usual as the work builds to a screaming fury. Normal service resumes next week.) I’ve been taking a class in Conflict Resolution (as an academic discipline rather than from a practical perspective as a mediator), and rather foolishly chose Syria as the subject for my various papers. I say this was foolish because our final paper assignment is essentially to solve the conflict, and if I managed to achieve that within a 10-page paper I would send it to the United Nations … Continue reading How Do You Solve A Problem Like Syria?