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Let Knowledge Serve the City

I’ve learned that one needs to be flexible in order to get the most out of life. In parenting, in the military, in a relationship. And I know it is a skill that I will be relying on from now until I finish earning my degrees.

I guess it applies here, too. I had not intended to make my site public again until I had a nice stockpile of articles set by so that I could have a new post each day, all set up in advance. However, I got some great news today and I want to share.

I got word that I have been accepted to Portland State University! I’m ecstatic!

It was a bit of a gamble, withdrawing from Oregon State before I had my acceptance, but it was oh so necessary. I still do not regret that decision. I only wish I had withdrawn earlier and saved myself some money. Hindsight is kind of a bitch, sometimes.

But, I did make lots of progress towards my end goal for running this site, and will continue to work on it.I’m just not yet set up for the automated posts that I wanted to have ready.

However, as I will now begin the process of attending PSU, I know I will want to talk and post about it, so the site is back open. I hope you enjoy the changes I’ve made thus far, and if you have any suggestions, feel free to leave a comment.

New, proud, PSU Viking.

🙂

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Distractions, distractions everywhere!

So, as you may know, if you’ve read a bit of my blog the last couple of weeks, I am attempting to participate in National Novel Writing Month, or, NaNoWriMo for those of us who are “in the know”.  😉 Well, I am on my Monday, the first day for my darling husband going back to work for the day. As such, I decided to motivate myself. I went for a walk, intending to eat a nice brunch and write before grocery shopping and coming home. Well, life doesn’t always work out the way we intend it to.

The sushi place I wanted to eat was not open for another 35 minutes, and I’m way to impatient and busy to wait around for that long. So, I nixed brunch and went shopping. Two packages of chicken, some carrots, celery, a small bottle of soda and a small bottle of water later, and I was on my way. I am intending to make delicious chicken soup for dinner, and was happily marching along, nearly home, when my morning took a turn that thrilled me.

One of the establishments in our neighborhood is an old-fashioned country store-workshop type of building. I believe it used to be a general store. Perhaps I’ll learn a wee bit more of its history after today.

The proprietors of this establishment have a couple of small, cute dogs. One is a pug. She is friendly and willful and the elder gentleman that I talked to today simply cannot seem to get her to listen and being hindered by limited mobility doesn’t help him much. By this I mean that he walks with a cane and cannot chase the energetic little pug as she scampers off, eager to investigate whatever strikes her fancy. Today, that was me.

As I grew up on a cattle ranch, I have experience with dogs simply running up to sniff me. The fact that I have a natural affinity for dogs helps matters in that I can usually get the animal to listen to me, even if it won’t listen to its owner. It’s nuts, because my own dog ignores me until he’s pissed me off; then he cowers like Pain and Panic from Disney’s Hercules.

No matter. Today, this little pug wouldn’t listen and I walked her back home, even stepping just inside the doorway so that she would enter her owner’s home. He was grateful, so he gave me a copy of a map of Historical Orenco. I was, of course, delighted. I love seeing what the world looked like in the past. I mentioned how perfect this little photocopied gift was for me, since I am studying to be a cultural anthropologist. Upon hearing that, the gentleman stopped me from leaving as I had intended, saying, “Hold on, I have something else for you.” He disappeared into his shop again, returning with a roll of paper that made my week.

The outer layer is a newsprint from 1879!

You may not be excited about that, but I am! 🙂 I have long had a forbidden love-affair with old (1920s and prior) printed work. I had the opportunity once to explore a couple of abandoned farmhouses that each had a few dozen books in them from 1950 and before. I was in heaven and wished I knew how to protect them and had the time to read them and study them. Unfortunately, I never did.

Now, I have as much time as I need to study these prints. I can’t wait to see what glimpses into the past they provide and when I’m done reading them, I’m intending to frame them. They are, currently, my most prized academic possession. I just hope I can set them aside until the end of NaNoWriMo. That’s going to be the challenge, right there. How to stay focused on my crazy goal with the siren call of historical print media singing to me. . . Ah, it’s a good thing I am strong!

Now, off to write and have a long-delayed meal. Good thing it’s only lunch time, huh?

🙂

Categories: Anthropology, creative writing, education, hobbies, humanities, NaNoWriMo, reading, writing | Tags: , | 2 Comments

Another precious life lost. . .

Yes, today is the first day of NaNoWriMo. No, I am not posting my requisite words for the day- that’s for tomorrow. No, this rant will not be the last I say about the topic. Nor should it be.

As the title says, the world has suffered the loss of another precious life.

What makes this loss different, you may ask? More specifically, why am I choosing to address the loss of this life over any other life that was lost today?

I am ranting about the situation because the life that was lost was that of a 16 year old girl. As the mother of a 16 year old, I’m trying desperately to get him to open up and share his burdens, to get him to seek help, to guide him as best I can during these last two years before he graduates high school and leaves my home. I cannot imagine any circumstance wherein I would take his life.

The parents of this poor, unnamed-in-the-media girl felt it was justified and necessary to poor acid on her until she expired from her wounds.

http://www.rferl.org/content/pakistan-honor-killing-acid/24758168.html

The saddest and most enraging thing to me is that there are thousands of other girls and women out there, literally around the world, who have endured the same fate. Perhaps not by the same methods and tools- some use knives, some use rocks, some use plastic bags, some use guns- but the end result is always the same: the death of a woman or girl who displeased someone in power in her life.

Even if all she did was exist. http://www.cnn.com/2012/06/14/world/asia/india-female-infanticide/index.html

I remember as a child hearing about the rules in China, where parents could only have one child. Then I learned that the prevailing culture at the time favored boys over girls. This resulted, I was told, in millions of girls being abandoned or killed (the truth is much more complicated; http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2010/jan/27/with-1-child-policy-china-missing-girls/?page=all

and

http://www.csmonitor.com/Commentary/the-monitors-view/2011/0527/Rise-of-missing-girls-in-India-and-China

A quick Google search shows that this issue has been reported for years. The articles make it clear that organizations that fight for human rights around the world are aware of this reprehensible behavior. Yet, of course, it still continues. Humans have long justified their cruelty to those most innocent and helpless among them- legends of exposing one’s offspring to the elements for a night or day are not unheard of in Western cultures, too. I just find it to be horrid.

I have a deep reverence and interest in cultures from the Levant and its surrounding areas.

I intend to volunteer with groups that help immigrants, specifically from Pakistan from what I hear, get settled here in the U. S.

I do not know what I would do if confronted with such a situation in my own personal life.

I am guiltily thankful that it is highly doubtful that I would ever be confided in about such a topic.

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