Hi, People


now that we’ve all but bit the dust [hey Sven, when are you coming back from China, anyway?] it would be nice to say that we never think about this project any more because we’re big, bad Bachelors-holders, But! That’s simply untrue! I think about it all the time, and even though my interest in Hipster Party Photography has waned [probably from being subjected to it firsthand– ew. As my roomie says, ‘Dance Pretty!’ As If.] I still view my brief [though likely extended in the future, once I get the fortitude to go back to school] stint with Anthropology as something that really shaped my worldview lens. And? After being employed as an administrative office grunt in the Proverbial Ivory Tower and witnessing its various systems and interactions, I can say that I still hold a similar level of disdain for it. I wrote complained about it in my personal blog, if you care to read.



Ok, I’m going to hijack the blog. If anyone has an issue with this, I suggest posting.


Yet another personal story intro: Last week, a friend came to visit and had in tow a friend she had made while working at a summer camp these past few months. For days we talked about the infinite issues in the world and their approaches and solutions, which are mighty admirable direct action services. Late the last night in town, lounging in a park, I began to explain what I was doing. Without going into specifics here, I explained that I worked for a group that took private money and turned it into public service via pro bono legal work. And that one of the big donors is Pfizer.

None too happy that I praised them for their bit of social contribution, she lost it about how corporations get away with not giving anything and that it’s only done for show and tax benefits. Continue reading ‘Across The Great Divide (just grab your hat and take that ride)’

one of the first foundations taught in anthropology is that culture is not fixed, that it is as transient as the people who possess it and is freely manipulated to the extent that collective consciousness will allow. but what is often skimmed over and tossed around with cultural relativism is people’s desire to be fixed. to identify and solidify self in society seems to remain a major motivator within the grand u s o’a, and as the country’s ground becomes muddier and thicker, i believe people will only become more…uh..stuck.

why the sudden burst of nonsensical ideas? well i fell victim to one of the anthropological dangers a favorite professor once warned about the other night: drunkeness. Continue reading ‘ACTIVITY! (sort of.)’


This is, in part, a response to Megan’s Morose June 7th Entry re: motivation.

I assumed at one point that I really would miss School, after I graduated successfully and had settled into a mediocre routine of a day-time retail job and nightly feel-good hangouts with the friends that I neglected for the last two months of my undergrad career. I thought, “I’ll get back into it! Come August, I’ll be ready to do something scholarly and at that point I’ll be in Egypt doing something scholarly, so I’ll be ok, right!?” Wrong. Continue reading ‘’

tis a shame here. our blood and sweat is dead. perhaps it’s only our brains, that’s my secret wish.

i want to rant, but for the first time in a long while, i gots nothing.  minorly depressing but mighty freeing…do you ever get motivation back? or is life just a long slide to total apathetical acceptance?

the world feels freshly mundane. it really is a shame.

comment, please.

part of our goal with this project is engagement with what is being posted about online and thought about offline. visitors or writers, both are on a level playing field on our site. we have heard the line “only undergrads” enough to disbelieve it, so don’t be shy: none of us really knows what’s going on. but we should probably talk about…that.

and other things.

like how anthropology as a field is making an online leap but still maintaining its academic sense of superiority.

so really, we are asking you to mix it up, to mix us up, pour the ideas out and collectively see what happens.

this concludes our intermission, apathy will return shortly.

(a big THANK YOU for those of you who should ignore this plead. keep us blogging.)

Meet Rahel


Rahel , a pseudonym, is a first generation Ethiopian-American. She views the expatriated Ethiopian community in the context of a huge social network. And, as a member of that community she understands many currents that run through the community. Most notably, Rahel agrees with my hypothesis that Ethiopians move to DC for the social networking amongst Ethiopians. She claims that, “Once a[n] [Ethiopian] person goes to a place, [Ethiopian] people start flocking”. Rahel in no way owes me for this idea, it is something that has been reinforced throughout her lifetime.

Rahel’s uncle on her father’s side was cited by Rahel as one of the rare instances she had heard of an Ethiopian moving to the United States to a place without any other Ethiopians. Ironically, this caveat strongly reinforces the social network concept. Continue reading ‘Meet Rahel’