Monthly Archives: January 2006

My First Letter to the Irish Times :: from a current Cash Cow to the Emperor’s New Tailor

In response to yesterday’s (Tues Jan. 17, 2006) Irish Times article, entitled “ New body to be set up to attract foreign students to Ireland” (Paid subscribers), which starts:

A new body to attract thousands of foreign students to Irish colleges and universities is to be set up before Easter, the Minister for Education, Mary Hanafin, has said.
To be know as the Education Ireland, it will co-ordinate the efforts of third-level institutions to attract foreign students and will care for their accommodation and personal needs while they are here.

…. etc etc etc….
The clincher to this article is that Mary Hanafin is now in Bangalore, India, trying to convince Indian students to pay a minimum of 25,000 Euros for the priviledge of attending understaffed and underfunded Irish colleges and universities. I can understand the government desiring wealthy Irish-Americans to come to the Old Sod to help pay for Irish students’ free education, but asking a by far poorer country’s students to come and pay 25,000 more Euros than the much wealthier E.U. students are currently paying…. Hello, wakey up-y. Is this not exploitation in the name of budget padding?
Thus, I have written my frist letter to the Editor of the Irish Times:

Dear Madam,
Before Mary Hanafin and the Irish Ministry for Education set up a new body to attract foreign students to third level and post graduate education, Ms. Hanafin and the Education Ministry need to assure that there will be good customer service provided to their cash cows, ie the education provided is what was advertised and that the colleges in question are properly staffed, organized, and administered, and while the government is at it, please do assure that the foreign students and their families in question can get the visas needed to pursue the education that the government would like us to pay for.
Speaking of visas, if the Ministry of Eduction would like to have foreign students come pursue a post-graduate degree at 10 to 20 times the cost of the Irish/E.U. fees and wish us to stay to meet the needs of 6,000 Ph.D.s by 2013, please do make sure that the Guarda and Immigration folks allow us to stay, at the very least, in time for graduation, let alone the jobs you wish us to fill.
I am in my fourth month of a taught masters course at Trinity College, Dublin, and find the venerable university to be woefully understaffed and terribly underfunded for their mission to educate the students that have signed up and paid for their fees. In my program and in many of the other masters and Ph.D. programs that my fellow foreign students are in, what was advertised in the websites and prospectus is not the course or program that we are receiving, we are frustrated to say the least, and in many cases down right angry.
Please, if you wish to make foreign students your cash cow to fund your universities and allow Irish/E.U. students to have free or greatly reduced fees, then please do provide us with a semblance of proper staffing, organization, and administration, as well as truth in advertising.
Jenifer MooMoo-en
at the Trinity Coral Corral

Of the 30 plus foreign students in my immediate acquaintance, the only two who are not frustrated and angry are the two whose department has admitted that they are cash cows and take them out for weekly drinks on the department…
Update: Wed. 01.18.06 – Woke up this morning, checked my email, and Erika pointed out to me that I misspelled Corrall (place to keep livestock) as Coral (nice sea creatures that build islands) at the end of my letter. Oops… and it was already sent off last night via email. That’s what I get for spell checking the body of the email and not the ending.

Photo Friday :: Success


Photo Friday :: Success
Wed 01.11.06 – Photo taken by Ms. Jen’s Nokia 6680 whilst walking to class along Pearse Street on a bright, beautiful morning.
Success :: Why?
Cranes :: Dublin is expanding expotentially, which may be counted as success or not, depending on your point of view.
Blue & White :: The construction company with the blue and white cranes matches the blue and white building. Hmmm… wonder if the construction workers wear blue & white?

Grandma Grace

On New Year’s Eve 2005, I had the opportunity to go and hang out with my Grandma Grace after lunch. I love my Grandma Grace, she is one of the strongest women I know and a great inspiration to me as an artist.
My Grandma Grace is just a few weeks shy of 86 years old and she is working hard on putting together new collage work for her solo art show in March 2006. She has been painting and making collages diligently for over 30 some odd years and is one of the best watercolorists in my acquaintance. All through my colorful teen years and college art years, she was my biggest supporter, in all ways, but mostly by example.
Grandma Grace started to paint right after her divorce from my grandpa to make sense of the chaos. She has tamed the chaos and made some wonderful paintings of the east Oregon mountain-scape as well as many other subjects, as well as making collages from her own watercolors and printed materials. Grandma Grace is an accomplished cook, naturalist, friend, storyteller, hostess, and reader. All the things I love and aspire to be.
Besides the love of art and making art, as well as cooking, my grandma instilled in me the love of education. She is the 5th straight woman in her family line with a college education, starting with her great-great grandmother Grace Dana Ewart. Next October, I will be the 2nd generation of women with a masters degree after my mother. And my sister, Allison, is the 2nd woman in the family who has a J.D. and passed the Bar, after Grace Dana Ewart.
When we hung out on her couch in Grandma Grace’s apartment in Laguna Hills a couple of weeks ago while I was home in SoCal for the holidays, we talked about her upcoming show and her copyright issues with the gallery, it was raining outside and the diffused light on her face was lovely. I asked permission to take photos. The cameraphone did not take kindly to the lighting, but my Casio digital camera did. We continued to talk and Grandma Grace was gracious enough to let me keep taking photos.
If I am ever so blessed to have a daughter, I shall name her Grace.