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Sure book sale, I'll take Jane Bennett's "Vibrant Matter" and Julie Cruikshank's "The Social Life of Stories" for a dollar a piece.
"You cannot judge the real nature of a European revolutionary doctrine on the basis of the changes it proposes to make within the European power structure and society. You can only judge it by the effects it will have on non-European peoples. This is because every revolution in European history has served to reinforce Europe's tendencies and abilities to export destruction to other peoples, other cultures and the environment itself. I defy anyone to point out an example where this is not true." - Russell Means, 1980
pasttensevancouver:
Native men worked as longshoremen on Burrard Inlet since before Vancouver was incorporated. In many cases, several generations of men from the same family worked on the docks beginning as young as thirteen or fourteen years old. Members of several of the families that lived in Stanley Park earned money through longshoring, including William Nahanee, pictured in front holding a bag in this 1889 photo. Numerous indigenous leaders worked as longshoremen, including Andy Paull, Chief Dan George, Chief Simon Baker, and Chief Joe Capilano, who used money earned on the waterfront to finance a trip to London to lobby the King for the rights of BC’s First Nations in 1906.
In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, specialization on the waterfront roughly followed racial lines, and the work gangs comprised primarily of indigenous men became known for their skill and efficiency in handling lumber. They were also the first to organize a longshoremen’s union in 1906, Local 526 of the militant Industrial Workers of the World, informally known as the “Bows and Arrows.” Although Local 526 lasted less than a year, other “Bows and Arrows” unions followed until all longshoremen became part of the International Longshore and Warehouse Union after WWII.
Source: William Nahanee and a group of longshoremen on the dock of Moodyville Sawmill by Charles S Bailey, 1889, City of Vancouver Archives #Mi P2
Also part of this story are the groups of indigenous Hawaiians that lived at Kanaka Ranch in what is now Stanley Park and worked in the lumber industry.
Playing the old "my office hours are supposed to be from 2-4, but who am I kidding I won't even stick around til 3" game...
At UNESCO conference on digitization. They have free juice.
Meeting with supervisor tomorrow. I need a kick in the ass.
Hey is it too late to switch my PhD topic to studying the world of Dad Boner?
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Wow. Someone actually came to my office hours.
Really cool exhibition entitled "Faking It: Manipulated Photography Before Photoshop" on now at the Met!
That moment at a feast when they run out of forks and you're the white guy eating smoked salmon with a spoon.
I needed this right now. Thanks, Savage Minds!
"Passing the 50 yard line of fieldwork
by Ryan on August 21st, 2012
In the beginning, there was all the time in the world. In the beginning, there were seemingly endless days, weeks, months, and minutes to get this “fieldwork” thing done. In the beginning, a year seemed like some massive field of Ansel Adams-esque black and white sand dunes that stretched out across a desert landscape with broad horizons unencumbered by…This is taking too long.
Look, when it comes to my fieldwork, I am running out of time. To cut to the chase: once I had lots, now I have much less. If my time was a jar of change, I would start thinking about rolling up the nickels and dimes. You know what I mean? I am not thinking about pennies just yet, but those wonderful quarters are gone, my friends. So things are not frantic or desperate, but it’s time to start coveting what’s left. The other day it really struck me: several months have passed by, and I am on the downward slide of my being-out-there-in-the-world phase of my dissertation research. Fast. Times.
Ya, time flies and all that stuff. And then you start looking at the number of interviews, meetings, transcriptions, and thousands of other tasks that lay ahead…and you freak out a little. At least, I do.
I suppose this is how things work. Time seems extravagantly cushy when you have 11 months ahead of you to get an ethnographic field project done. It all looks good on paper. And then your time gets eaten up by really boring, everyday stuff like eating, changing flat tires, and looking for some little store where you can buy that essential thing you need. And when you have a no-show for an interview early on during fieldwork, it’s no big deal. Whatever, you say to yourself, I’ll just go back tomorrow, or next week, or next month. But there comes a day when the luxuries of time kinda run out like some mega jar of peanut butter that seemed like it would last forever. You find yourself relishing time, appreciating it just a bit more, and you start to look for ways to scrape just a little more of it from the containers that encompass daily life. In the end, things might get frantic and you may end up resorting to unusual methods to find *any* residue of time that you can.
Yes, that was an extended time/peanut butter analogy. I do what I can.
Here’s the update: I have about four months left for my fieldwork, piles of notes, more information than I could possible use, and still a good number of work ahead when it comes to getting interviews done. I also have a lot of transcribing to do, and I have to reassess my goals for the last few months to determine what really can and cannot be done with my remaining time. It’s all a process–one of continual revision and rethinking…at least for me. The good news is that it has gotten a lot easier in recent months when it comes to interviews–the first few months were mostly about meeting people, being there, all that. But now people know me, they know what I am doing, and this makes getting interviews a lot easier. So what I see ahead of me is a big push for the last few months, and time management is more critical than ever.
So, for those of you who are doing fieldwork, have you hit the half-way point yet? What happened? Did you freak out or keep on trucking? How did you adjust, rethink your project, or keep pushing forward? What did you learn? For those of you who look back fondly at the days of yore when you were doing fieldwork, do you remember passing the 50 yard line of fieldwork? Any lessons, advice, or fumbles you’d like to share?
All in all, I’d say that I am somewhere between the 35 and the 40. The game is going well enough. It’s not a landslide victory, so I need to play it smart all the way down to the last seconds. I definitely need to have another close look at the playbook as the last third of this thing winds down.
Wish me luck."
This is actually pretty interesting.