I took to my stoop

An anthropologist in Cambridge, New York, and elsewhere.

Photo walk(sit): the front porch

Cheers pic

 

For the first time since fall, I sat on my stoop today. I people watched. I read a magazine. I ate mango out of a pretty blue bowl. I stifled a giggle when a man passed by on a bicycle, cigar in hand.  I closed my eyes and sat in appreciation of the sun.

Spring, welcome to Boston. Finally.

10 Tips for Surviving Anthropological Fieldwork

itooktomystoop:

A great piece for all you anthro folks out there!

Originally posted on Netnographic Encounters:

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Borobudur Buddhist temple near Yogyakarta, Indonesia. A picturesque respite from the hard work of ethnography.

In two weeks I will have been in Java, Indonesia, for a full year conducting ethnographic fieldwork for my PhD. I’m pretty certain most students who have completed this anthropological rite of passage (yeah I went there) will agree that the theory and methods courses we undertake for close to a decade before entering the field do little to prepare us for it.

I’d say I’ve been pretty lucky so far in terms of my experiences, having chosen a wonderful field-site without any (knock-on-wood) massive obstacles. The people who have taken me into their home and their community have been warm and willing to aid me in my academic endeavors. Yet despite all of their support, every budding anthropologist will encounter difficulties that may hinder their progress.

Below are some tips that might help the…

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[in Just-]

This post doesn’t have much to do with stoops or anthropology, but this poem has always been one of my absolute favorites. It seems appropriate this time of year, so why not bring a little “puddle-wonderful” into our lives, eh?

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[in Just-]
BY E. E. CUMMINGS

in Just-
spring         when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman

whistles         far        and wee

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old balloonman whistles
far             and             wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it’s
spring
and

the

goat-footed

balloonMan            whistles
far
and
wee

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