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    Saturday, June 4th, 2005
    12:16 pm
    Updatorama
    Lessee...what's been going on in my neck of the woods...

    France and Monaco rocked. Some adventures were had....highlights included riding camargue ponies through the camargue with flamingos and wild bulls.

    Living in Delta Junction right now in my mom's old motorhome while working on military lands. Will be there until the end of August.

    So far all I've found is some scary looking stuff that turned out to be benign...no archaeology as of yet. You'd be amazed by how much a weather rocket looks like an unexploded ordinance when it's sticking out of the ground. My crew has found a couple sights though. I'm with a really awesome crew this year. There's folks with all kinds of cool specialties, like ethnobotany and near eastern and underwater arch. I kind of wish I had an exotic niche like that. Everyone brought their dog, too, which is making me dog crazy all over again.

    Delta is an ok town...not much to do really but read. I'm not into being outdoorsy on the weekend when I've just spent four ten hour days in the field. I get enough nature during the work week. And its not all cool great outdoorsy nature either. It's complete and utter lack of game trails while putting your head down and barrelling through the nonexistent gaps of black spruce for two kilometers hauling a shovel and all your gear nature. It's trying to find a centimeter sized flake of stone in a mound of mud in your screen during a hailstorm nature. Now don't get me wrong. I like being outdoors for work and in places people usually don't get to go. All I'm saying is that come the end of the workweek I'm quite satisfied that I've gotten a good amount of outdoors in and I'm not all that keen on hiking or biking on the weekends. besides, all my field gear smells like ass at the end of the week and I don't feel like wearing it over the weekend.

    That being said, my job rocks. I'm pretty sure that being an archaeologist is the right way to go.

    ok you hep cats, catch you on the flip side
    Monday, May 2nd, 2005
    6:13 pm
    Paris
    So after 24 hours in the air and a six hour layover in Houston we are finally in Paris. From the airport we took a train into one of the major train stations, got to the tourist information desk ok and they set us up with a hotel for two nights. We found another train that took us there and I was surprised to find that it was right next door to the Natural History Museum where Christine LeFevre (a zooarchaeologist that works in Alaska sometimes) works. Clearly its Karma. Our hotel room is small, but nice. Set us back about 60 bucks (mostly because I wanted a room with a shower in it). Basically we've slept the whole day. I've always had a problem sleeping on planes. The only thing we did tonight was go eat at an upscale restaraunt. The little French I know has come in handy but we've never encountered a situation where the staff didn't speak english yet, so I haven't had the opportunity to engage in an actual converstation en francais. It's for the better though, I'd probably screw it up.

    No, not all my stuff is done. I'm doing it now, though.

    First impressions of Paris: very muggy, very warm, low visibility. lots of graffiti everywhere. streets are active at night. Trains are awesome, you can basically go anywhere for about 2 bucks. Waaaaaay better than Anchorage transit. All the buildings are Uber old. Lots of people bike or use motorcycles. They use their bikes in the street. Everyone we've encountered is really nice.

    Tommorrow I'm gonna go look at Christine's collection at the museum and take in the large botanical gardens and zoo they have right here. May go on a day tour to take in the Eiffel tower and all that. We're going to go to a famous bookstore nearby and see if they have a tour book on Italy. We'll have dinner in Montmarte (where Amelie took place, I'm such a geek). I also need to arrange a wine tour in Bordeaux and reserve train tickets from Bordeaux to Toulouse and get a room in Toulouse for Wednesday night.

    Don't mind me, just thinking out loud

    Current Mood: crazy
    Sunday, May 1st, 2005
    12:46 pm
    By a thread
    So I think I'm approaching another meltdown. my own fault. I should have audited some of my classes or not agreeing to do things. I shouldn't have organized this trip. And right now Motherless Child came on the station. priceless. I might need to take some time off. Maybe I just won't come back from France. I'll go be Amero-trash in Europe for a few years. That sounds good.

    Current Mood: gloomy
    Sunday, April 3rd, 2005
    12:38 am
    The world is too tiny for comfort sometimes
    I don't think Anchorage is unique in the aspect of frequently running into folks you've met or known before or have some connection to other people you know. Larger cities tend to be all barrioed off, so essentially the same effect.

    So some of you may know about The Guy, since he's one of my favorite obsessions. I had another sighting today. I first started noticing him when I was going to this place on arctic (close to tudor I think) for physical therapy every afternoon a few years ago for my leg. Lee would pick me up and we developed this ritual of going to Arctic Roadrunner afterwards for blackberry milkshakes. So we go through the Northern Lights intersection on the way, right? well, every single day there was this tall, bald guy walking along the north side of the street (closer to downtown side is north, right?). anyways, you've probably seen him and never noticed. He walks along hunched at the shoulders staring forward with an expressionless face. Alot of times in the summer he's in just a t-shirt or sometimes even shirtless. He never carries anything. I became absolutely obsessed with finding out where he was going. I wanted to follow him so bad.

    When I got well enough to walk on my own I walked Northern Lights twice a day to and from work. If I left early enough in the afternoons I'd catch site of him. Dude is like clockwork, you can always find him on Northern Lights about at Arctic at around 4pm. One time while I was in a car I saw him later on walking on Denali near Century Theatres. One time I crossed paths with him and eagerly looked him in the eye, shocked by my first close-up encounter. Dude had a freakin' crazy look in his eyes. I quickly broke eye contact and walked on. Man is unstable, no question about it. You can tell something isn't right with him.

    I don't work off Northern Lights anymore, and I live too far down Northern Lights anymore to ever catch sight of him. But today we saw him. And it was wierd, because I walk talking about him with lee when I spotted him...on the SOUTH side of the street. But thinking about it, he was well past arctic at this point and I usually saw him before he had crossed the arctic intersection.

    Some of you also know that my leg issues are due to being hit by a car on Northern Lights and Spenard in the cross walk. Dude had yielded to me after starting his turn and I was right in front of him in the cross walk on my bike when the car behind him hit him full speed. Anyways, a month later Lee is taking me home and we're heading down Northern Lights and come up to the Spenard intersection, where we're coming up on a car that has stopped before turning for no visible reason. I knew what was going on, but before I could tell Lee he hit his horn and yelled "Fucking go!" He swerved into the other lane before hitting the car and as we passed the car we could see The Guy crossing the crosswalk in the same exact place I got hit in front of the stopped car.

    See, if you're in a car on Northern Lights going up to the Spenard intersection in the far right lane there is a bit of a hill and a bunch of trees obscuring your view of the crosswalk on Spenard, so that if a car is in front of you you cannot see the pedestrians at all. And Northern Lights tends to be a fast travelled road. If you're a pedestrian headed up Northern Lights you can sort of see the traffic on Northern Lights coming your way, but it doesn't really occur to you that they can't see you. I've been in cars a few times now where the driver gets frustrated with a car in front of them at that intersection without realizing that they've yielded to a pedestrian. I've heard the argument before from drivers that if a car has already started its turn you should in fact yield to it. Bullshit. I'm sorry, but I've done that before only to have the car directly behind it not see me and try to do one of those fast turns into the lane I was so politely yielding in front of for the first car. Trust me, it's alot more fucking dangerous to wait for the car to finish its turn and take a crapshoot on the alertness of the drivers behind them than to walk in front of a driver that can see you clearly. I know, I know I got hit in the same scenario. But by far most of my clean underwear defying moments came from yielding after the first car has been nosing insistently at the crosswalk only to have the second car come out of fucking nowhere and nearly plow me over. If the first car has its breaklights on then the second car is more likely to break than just change lanes in turning to avoid what they decide to be a car that's just building up speed slow. But I digress.

    The point here is that The Guy has existed for god only knows how long walking Northern Lights with that wild eyed look in his eyes. Where is he going? What's his deal? How long has he been doing this?

    well ok, maybe that's not the point. Maybe the point is that he was an irresistable diversion from the crap going on in my life at the time of the accident and after seeing him in my place in the intersection he was no longer an exotic distraction but someone who I empathized with. I mean, I'm still curious and all but I don't think of him as this freakish person anymore, just an oddity.

    I should probably say at this point that I realize I'm obsessed with the dude, but in my defense I just saw him for the first time in a long while today and I'm taking enough cold medicine to down a Clydesdale.

    Night.

    Current Mood: sick
    Sunday, March 27th, 2005
    9:18 pm
    Another Old One: How I ruined Tiny Tim's Christmas
    So about a month ago I was on Hot or Not trying to find Lee's picture to rate, and I use a filter for men in their 20's in Alaska, having no idea what his keywords are. I'm cycling through them (there are thousands in Alaska alone, it seems) and then I come across it. Not Lee's, but my cousin Timmy's. Timmy is the next to youngest of six children by my aunt Diane. Their family is psycho and easy to mock. But this made it really super easy. Here he was, my lilly-white middle class 22 year old college student cousin, with his hat on sideways going for an Eminem type serious pose. The caption read : "What up, yo! I'm up he'ah in the 907..." It also included that he loved long walks and photography, and was very interested in meeting that special someone.

    I did the only thing that seemed right under the circumstances. I called my cousin Andrea (different branch than Timmy, but same family). I asked "Do you want to do a scavenger hunt?" She was all psyched. I told her that Timmy had a personal ad on Hot or Not and it was her mission to find it.

    For weeks afterwards there are calls on my message machine pleading for hints (I didn't give her any of his keywords). That's the last I heard of it till this week.

    Christmas Day I get to my grandmother's house and Andrea and her family are already there. As well as several copies of Timmy's ad. Apparently Andrea finally enlisted her mother's help in finding it and Dallene (her mother) saw fit to print several out so the whole family could enjoy it around christmas dinner. We have a large family...and every single one of them had read it. As soon as Timmy and his family walked in the door my little cousin Elizabeth pushed a copy under his nose.

    He didn't cry or anything, just got really red and embarrassed, especially when Grandma asked him what "he'ah" meant. When his mom was laughing at the first line of the ad and Grandma started informing him about sexual predators on the internet that could very well victimize young men such as himself (it had been on Oprah recently) Timmy opted to go sit in the car until his family was ready to go (only ended up being like a 15 minute wait).

    So there, I ruined somebody's Xmas. My bad.

    Current Mood: chipper
    Saturday, March 26th, 2005
    12:04 pm
    Old Story: The Fiery Case of the Flame Red Couch
    So I really have not much to say today....so I'll just post something I wrote awhile ago. Enjoy.

    Earlier this month I was sitting in the airport bar with my aunt Jill. We were getting lightly toasted before getting on a plane to Seattle to ensure a more comfortable flight experience. I was already on my third Corona by the time she showed. As soon as she sat down she went right into a familiar family rant: My stepmother. For those of you who don't know Stacy, or stepmommy dearest if you prefer, is two years older than me and a stay at home wife. She married my father about a year ago and lives in Eagle River with him and my two teenage sisters. She tapes Oprah. And I think that right there is all I need to say about the kind of person she is. I will say that after several aborted attempts by myself and my grandmother to make nice with this half-assed premature Donna Reed, by the time the wedding rolled around all polite interaction had completely dissolved and the family had successfully factioned into two war parties. The Good Guys: Me (of course), Jill, and my grandmother. The Bad Guys: My father (drunk, insecure, spoiled brat misogynist), Stacy (Oprah...what else is there to say?), Rachel (14 year old sister, rebellious stage is setting in), and Audrey (12 year old sister). I know I know, casting my sisters as the bad guys is a horrible, hateful thing for the eldest sister to do, but I'm trying to paint you a simple black and white picture here, ok? Now, caught in the crossfire is my grandfather, a guy who lives up in a cabin in the mountains by himself, used to be just like my dad but all the fight has been fermented into feebleness after years of drinking. Now you know the cast of characters and the background. So back to me and Jill at the bar. She asks me if I heard about how Stacy redid my Dad's condominium. Nope. Jill then promised to email me the pictures. Turns out Stacy completely overturned the place, throwing out all the old furniture and repainting everything. Every wall is a different color. The couches are bright red. She ordered the couches from some place like LLBean and they had to be shipped from Italy. She has also purchased another pomeranian. She's had the other one for about two years now and he has yet to be house trained. I saw that they still have that generic circa 70's apartment brown carpet that's been there since the place was built. That carpet has so much dog piss soaked up in it you NEVER take your shoes off in the house. There is a really thick ammonia smell whenever you walk into the house, kind of gags you (I know, this is hypocritical of me, but its true!)Anyways, I think the carpet and the furniture are kind of clashing decor flavors, if you know what I mean. I heard a very charming saying once, "It's like a diamond in a donkey's butt." Anyways, me and Jill take off, going to San Francisco for a day before meeting up with my grandmother in New York and heading for Ireland. We're gone a little over a week. While on the trip my grandmother voiced concerns about Audrey, saying that my grandfather had overheard Audrey bragging to her friends about the couches, how expensive they were and how none of their families had anything like that. Evidently, Audrey has been caught up in the elitist fever consuming the little Oprahlite. We get back and I take a look at the pictures. THIS is what all the fucking hullaballoo was about?! It looked like an Easter bunny bloodbath in there! A pastel nightmare caking the walls, further amplifying the Rudolph red abominations (but hey, they're Italian!) Somehow, eerily, this Crayola confection seems to set off a radioactive glow in the mother and daughter's eyeshadow. Notice? Gives me the serious creeps. Ok ok, I'll get to the point. Too much lead up, I know. So a few days ago my grandfather breaks his foot. He calls up Dad and Dad comes and brings him down in my grandfather's vehicle. He says he's gotta stay till spring when his foot is healed yadda yadda yadda. Day after thanksgiving he falls asleep on the couch. With his cigarette. Still lit. Still in his hand. whoosh Turns out those couches aren't flame retardant. They lit up like roman candles on the fourth of july. I assumed my grandfather got out of it relatively unscorched because no mention was made of him getting burned. Stacy, not recognizing the incident for the divine decorating intervention it was, declares that "It's either him or me!" So Dad makes his decision. The same day he piles his father into his car and takes the three hour drive to my grandmother's house in Soldotna. In his rage he runs two people off the road. My grandfather, wracked with guilt over torching Stacy's status symbols, pays both drivers for any vehicular damage caused. When they get to my grandmother's house my Dad storms in and starts screaming at my grandmother. During his rant he helpfully points out several things: Jill, Grandma and I are breaking up his marriage. None of us know what its like to be young and pretty. We are clueless on how fucked up the girls are. We will be receiving no further contact from any of them. (I assume this means no more cards for every obscure holiday on the planet signed in everyone's name in Stacy's handwriting, accompanied by glittery stickers) During this tirade my grandfather has fallen out of the vehicle (remember, his foot is broken), and CRAWLS through the snow and the doorway of the house. Grandma helps him the rest of the way in. Dad storms out and flies back home. Now,upon hearing this story I could have reacted several ways. I could have been royally pissed about the accusations laid on my doorstep. I could have been deeply concerned for my grandfather's wellbeing and my grandmother's state of mind. But dude, seriously, after weeks of hearing about these couches, these imported, overpriced, elitist, garish, uncomfortable looking fucking couches, I laughed so hard I cried. I would have paid a freakin' fortune to stand there while Stacy was frantically putting out the flames, the layers of foundation melting off her face like pancake batter from the heat, her mascara running in Revlon rivulets down her cheeks. I bet all the ammonia built up in the carpet aggravated the flames. Thinking about it now brings a big ass grin to my face. Ok, anyway, thought I'd share this little slice of americana with you.

    (turns out the couches were only slightly singed, but I like this version better)

    Current Mood: crazy
    Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005
    11:49 pm
    Fishclass
    So I'm really loving the marine fishbone analysis class I'm taking over spring break. First quiz was today and I rocked! ya!!! It wasn't that hard really, there were only nine elements to identify. Lemme see if I remember them all:

    basipterygium
    maxilla
    premaxilla
    dentary
    articular
    quadrate
    opercle
    preopercle
    cleitherum (not sure on the spelling on that one)

    There was also a bonus question on one element we didn't study for. They were all parts of a rockfish and that was the same type I studied on. This was a little piece with some pretty mean teeth on them. The teeth looked bigger than I remembered, so I thought at first that she threw some halibut in there to confuse us, but then no....a flash of inspiration came over me and I was seized by the scholastic spirit of the sea....they were ....PHARYNGEAL TEETH! that's right....I'm a rock star, and yes, some fish have teeth in their throat. The better to eat you with.....

    Current Mood: awake
    Tuesday, March 22nd, 2005
    1:01 pm
    Still not giving up
    Still not giving up on this frequent updating thing, though I know there've been alot of false starts. So it's snowing like a son of a bitch out there now, not looking forward to the complete lack of sideway coming up tonight (plow will obliterate it). I have to read five chapters before 5:30 and my house is thrashed. All is normal on the homefront.

    Current Mood: aggravated
    Saturday, March 19th, 2005
    1:36 am
    Bday and Matinee
    So I saw the Ring 2 today. Kind of sucked. The genius of Ring 1, in my humble opinion, was that you genuinely believed the drama was over for awhile and that the scary little chick was just misunderstood. Then...BAM! out of the frickin TV! The hell?! genius! Especially when just like that she's right in front of the dude. Ring 2 is nothing like that. I mean, it still has ultra creepy chick with hair in her face. Man, there is something about "chick with hair in her face" that truly freaks me out. It's a common Japanese theme too, just look at Ju-On. The Ring is adapted from a Japanese horror flick called Ringu. I like the Ring better than Ringu. But the Grudge was based on the Japanese horror flick Ju-On, and I definitely like Ju-On better. There's several key ingredients for me that makes a movie qualify as scary:

    no scary music premonitions
    no familiarity with the scary thing (stop explaining it to death!)
    don't make the victims look pretty, fear isn't pretty
    I gotta admit I love the campy "victim who doesn't take off like a bat out of hell and instead stares dumbly like a lamb to the slaughter"
    chick with hair in her face

    This to me is the main recipe for a good horror flick. But hey, I loved Blair Witch Project and no one else seemed to like that, so don't take my word for it.

    In other news I received from my never enough praised auntie Jill one:

    usb pen
    bad cat book
    griffin and sabine trilogy

    My grandmother also wowed me with an iPod shuffle. you rock grandma!

    Let's see, what else, oh yeah it's one in the morning and I don't have all my stuff done for tommorrow.

    and I really really love Xena series five, already halfway through

    the clever individual might see a direct correlation between those two last statements...

    Current Mood: tired
    Thursday, March 17th, 2005
    11:52 pm
    Happy St. Patty's Day
    So the lecture I was so stressed about giving today didn't happen. turned out the video was 59 minutes, not 40. I'm such a dork. Anyways so in the last fifteen minutes I basically looked goofy in front of the class and urged them to compare and contrast the civilizations.

    So I got so wrapped up in my birthday I didn't give any other b-day callouts:

    Happy B-day Grandma!

    Happy B-day Mason!

    oh, and I just picked up Xena season five and six! woohoo!!!!!!! lalalalalalalalalalal!

    Current Mood: cheerful
    Wednesday, March 16th, 2005
    11:28 pm
    Happy Bday to me
    So my new year's resolution didn't go so well. I've decided to shoot for b-day resolutions instead. So here we go:

    1. master my ass
    2. update daily
    3. have things done at least two days before they are due
    4. clean one room a day
    5. spend an hour a day in the pet room
    6. maintain a to-do list
    7. pay some fucking attention to my finances
    8. get in one bib reading a week

    That's all, I'm sure it'll all go to shit soon. Keep posted.

    Thanks to everyone who left me happy b-day messages.

    Current Mood: quixotic
    Monday, March 7th, 2005
    9:20 am
    oh yeah
    and this week on the group page I put up pics of a grizzly our crew ran into this summer. Check it out! I don't think any nongroup page members read this so membership isn't an issue. Remember...if you don't check it out I'll know.....AND I'LL CUT YOU!!!!!!

    Current Mood: bouncy
    8:56 am
    Stupidity
    Something stupid I did once: Once upon a time i was the treasurer for the Anthropology club, and I was coming up with the costs for a concert we threw. I needed the price for a roll of tickets someone bought. They told me they grabbed it at the 1.49 store. So I called them up and asked if they had anymore of these tickets or if they could look them up in the computer. The clerk tried for awhile and couldn't find it. I was miffed, it was the last thing I needed to submit my report.

    So I asked "Well, I don't suppose you remember the price"

    ::silence on the other end:::

    me: "Ma'am?"

    clerk: "Umm, Ma'am? all our prices are 1.49....."

    me: "Oh my god"

    Current Mood: nervous
    Thursday, March 3rd, 2005
    10:26 pm
    Movie Theatre haze
    Ever get that beady eyed surreal feeling when stepping out of a movie theatre? I'm not talking just the light freaking you out, but you're all light headed and the sounds of everything around you kind of resonate in your skull. I get that way sometimes, but tonight way especially strong. I don't think it has anything to do with the movie, more to do with the fact of not eating anything but a yogurt cup this morning, lots of caffeine and a nose bleed. I think that with the movie was just sufficient. So I'm parked outside the rabbit cage right now as I'm writing, the cage is open. Dane and Boris hadn't eaten anything all day except some cherry tomatoes this morning. When I got home I filled their dish and they came out all hungry. Then I sang the yogurt chip song and they came up to me to get their treat. As Boris was grabbing his I grabbed him and flipped him over in my lap. It's been awhile since I put the knee pinch on a rabbit so I didn't have a very good grip on him. I was able to clip his front paws before he got loose. That was his first nail clipping since I got him. I hate clipping their nails, they fucking hate me afterwards for at least a week. Even right now I know they're frickin hungry. But they're not coming out, not while I'm here. I can deal with people not liking me, but man, when animals don't it really stings.

    Current Mood: disappointed
    12:22 am
    updatorama
    ok, so that whole update every day thing tanked like all hell. But I'll keep plowing away at it. I'm super happy fun time about my new lap top. I feel all Kid Video while I'm taking class notes on this thing. Want to take a peek at my class notes? Well too bad. It's late, I'm tired and damn it, you'll come out of the experience more enriched.
    War Peace & Violence Class Notes

    February 23, 2005

    Inuit, Bushmen & Australian aborigines

    Three main foraging groups discussed by LeBlanc

    There is a brief discussion on page 124-126 about Cro-Magnons
    Discussing upper Paleolithic period beyond Neandertals

    Dolni Vestonice, has a little museum and some stuff in Austria
    Also some discussion about Africa Upper Paleolithic and North America (Kennewick man) & PaleoIndian
    There’s a little summary statement about the different kinds of evidence

    Anytime there’s a lot of variables in one place the potential of something violent being the cause is slim

    Mentions lots of bodies found in different places

    What are other pieces of alleged evidence?
    Re: burial sites: pg 125 “the heads with parts of the necks still attached in bits…”
    Above is Mesolithic (talking lady brought it up)
    It’s thrown in as part of evidence of the case
    Are the analogies that he draws accurate (between Prehistoric and modern groups)
    We’ll make the case that we’re dealing with high end groups that do not make a good analogy
    Dolni Vestonice: a failed mammoth hunt, mass burial of fighting age males who have wounds to the head, could have been killed in mammoth hunt (but warfare is more credible given high up location according to LeBlanc) so every high up village is because of defensive?
    Wall or fence of mammoth bones? (boy, what an impenetrable wall), “blows to the head or cutmarks on bones, including possible cases”

    Just the bashes on the skull alone are not gonna do it to prove warfare

    Western Europe evidence according to him is rock art. Humans shown in various scenes of battles, & Sudanese example is graveyards of foragers with arrows and spears in the body (really terminal Paleolithic or early Holocene, and dynamics of Nile Valley is riper for Conflict)

    North American evidence: Kennewick Man and Pacific Northwest sites. Most of these are the same skeletons (Spirit Cave) that are also said to me ethnically distinct from other groups “Caucasoidal” features, perhaps Na-dene groups that are having conflict with established group, and a lot of these sites are Early Holocene, not ice age. A lot of this is antecdotal, not a statistically viable way of looking at the data. Discussion about Santa Barbara material is a lot later stuff as well.

    If he’s free to discuss this later stuff in North America then later stuff from Old World should be brought in.

    Overall, yes there are cases of patterned violence, but what is the prevalence?

    What is the main meat of the chapter? Ethnographic record of warfare.

    Really starts the discussion around page 114. talks a bit about infanticide before this (113) “Infanticide was common among all foragers and all Eskimo groups, it was significant among South American foragers like the Ache….” In terms of these other groups, these are just thrown out as provocative statements when its really limited to the High Arctic and some Australian groups (best case for systematic practice, but even there is debate about prevalence) you can always question the particular time the data is being gathered, as well as other conditions. In other words, how representative of the culture is the time period observed?

    As cultural practices that are invariant over time, this is unlikely to be included. Ache lived much of the year in mission sites, and they were only really observed while away from the missions, and that’s when they focused on meat in their diets. So the ethnographic data only reflects their “field seasons”

    Ok, now page 114:
    Starts out with the Australians: original studies around 1800 by Buckley, where he discusses a fight between two hostile tribes. Addresses coast versus interior later on:
    On page 120 prevalent aboriginal model is that its not lethal, does not acknowledge that warfare is common and they had tools of warfare (this is LeBlanc’s theory, not popular) (talking lady brings up red kangaroo defense)
    Also rock art showing warfare and skeletons that reflect warfare, only a few but that demonstrates common warfare according to him

    Back to Buckley’s discussion in late 1700’s , Europeans arrived on the Coast, so they hit this “most violent” group first
    Arnhem Land region, 25% of men died in warfare, terminology for six different types of fighting, etc….all further points of evidence, but when we look at them its really clear that when we see them is on the coast. Tindale established that there was higher population density on coast than inland (up to 40 times)

    Coastal group had fish weirs, landscape modification with fire, intensive gathering, doing some quasi agricultural things, pretty different than highly nomadic lifestyle. LeBlanc fails to draw some of the distinctions between these coastal and inland groups.

    In regards to Bushmen: “Kung People of today are not the Kung people of the past”. Classifies them linguistically pg 113. he says they perpetuate myth of peace in the past because they are peaceful now
    Groups of these small bushmen bands defended territories from Bantu. Rockart depicted battle scenes
    Some Bantu farming groups use Bushmen as their guards. In the other article LeBlanc mentions how this data could be manipulated to misrepresent people. Re: fight in Namibia when they were drawn in, but in this case they were pressed to fight.

    Dutch accounts of raiding rival groups. Defending particularly productive trees (in general going along with Eiblesfeldt)

    Third group is the Arctic: evidence is infanticide again, significant warfare among the Inuit in general, slat armor (but most of this is in the Bering Sea region). Ethnographically collected oral histories as well. Bows made from bone, high quality implies they were used for war rather than hunting. Mentions Tiger Birch’s work. One of most noted of independent researchers, affiliated with Smithsonian. Wrote a book called “the Eskimo nations of Northwest Alaska” he really initiated the notion that there was warfare among Eskimo groups. Before he started doing this twenty years ago no one really knew about it.

    Further south Anne Reardon took up the guantlent and tried to elicit from elders and determined that there was warfare from Yup’ik. But when you get the stories you don’t know how statistically common it is.

    Birch talks about warfare between Eskimo and Athabaskan groups and between Eskimo groups.

    Some of the different kinds of things Birch was talking about the frequency of warfare, the areas it happened, defensive fortification (tunnels dug in houses, dogs,) some open battles. Lines of men facing each other with shields and bows and arrows. Talks about one archaeological site in Beaufort Sea with skeletal evidence on men, women and children. Brings it closer to home with Ahtna island between Ahtna and Eskimo. A lot of these uncovered by Frederica de Laguna and oil spill. Mummy island as well. Lots of these places considered highly sacred and of course they’ll be defended

    Then we have this argument about going from population regulation. Another way of looking at it was under conditions where optimal conditions led to growth, higher density led to higher probability for conflict. (this looks at same data as population regulation theory)

    In regards to infanticide, its inclusion as murder is still up in the air

    From the Bushman myth-article. By Robert Gordon (pg 74)

    Explores how bushman have been seen over time. The rulers of South Africa were mostly Dutch, but German influences. Predominance of german ethnographers (Eibelsfeldt). Shapea, studied a lot before Lee ever got there.

    Original attitude was wild and savage, vermin of the veldt. He talks about Botswana bushman and Bantu farmers. Bantu forced them into more and more remote areas. They occupied areas outside highly desert like areas that they are confined to today. In 1906 and 1914 policy to wipe out the Bushman. In Nazi Germany there is a parallel. “Radically conservative individuals” cut their teeth on the Bushmen debate. Bushmen as noble hunter gatherers or marginalized ekeing out existence. Early stages of development of humans and prehumans. More likely to present a primitive stage. Curious that those groups furthest from Europe were considered more primitive. Key to understanding 19 and early 20th century thinking today. They have been romanticized in a Rousseuian state of nature. LeBlanc represents cycling back to that earlier idea.

    Resolving Conflict Within the Law: The Mardu Aborigines of Australia: Tonkinson

    In beginning he does talk about modern world and Brigg’s article “drinking and killing people” How has alcohol messed things up: this cultural lag in dealing with alcohol as an institutional phenomena. Can’t deal well with this unstructured conflict with alcohol. Led to a big escalation in injuries and death. People would rather flee than confront drunks. We’re looking at rules to deal with situations where the rules fall apart. Ie. Rules for breaking the rules. The point is that its very difficult to have rules for this yet. Aimed at minimizing the impact of alcohol (brings up Jigalong). There is this concept of law.

    The concept of the Law really derives from indigenous cultural mode, not Western influence.

    Are all hunter gatherers by definition peaceful?
    All kinds of mechanisms for minimizing conflict and antisocial tendencies. But there is deviation which is a threat to the order. Tonkinson says the exact opposite of LeBlanc about structures, saying that they are clearly to reduce conflict, not evidence of conflict.

    In desert rainfall is not predictable, so you don’t set hard and fast rules on letting people in your territory because you don’t want hard and fast rules to apply to you. No evidence for long standing group animosity. Tonkinson is looking at central desert, LeBlanc is looking at the coast.

    Rest of the chapter discusses what happens when conflict does occur. Next time look at management techniques, Southeast Asian group articles. Particularly read the Samai.

    February 28, 2005

    Reading up on the Southwest Asian stuff.

    Up till now been looking at simple hg’s and Paleolithic hg’s.
    Now looking at Southeast Asian foragers. Phillipines, Malaysia and India. Rainforest groups. One group violent and the other two peaceful. They illustrate a number of points, to what degree are they always have been hg’s? have some been formerly associated with agriculture. Have they been marginalized in some way? What is the long term history of these groups? What is their level of interaction with others? How much does the impact of these other groups have in characterizing these groups as peaceful or violent?

    Ilongot headhunters by Rosaldo. Since his wife died he readily empathizes with his subjects.

    In a way it illustrates some of the broader problems of anthropology as a whole, what is the historical context for which people were violent and nonviolent?

    Its an explanation to say that headhunting occurs because of grief.

    Article that wasn’t put up

    Another view of the Semai, ghost and witches (Semai peacefulness) reversal of normal human behavior, cannibalism, murder, etc.. goes back to 1950’s psychoanalytical theory that in more complex societies with coercive institutions , hg’s are in contrast because they do not have institutionalized control. You find witchcraft accusations where this control is missing. Yet Semai do not have witchcraft. Because it would be too damaging to this very small scale egalitarian society and an attempt to show concepts of good is related to band members and all bad is embodied in others, so no band members can be witches. So how do deal with the problem of people breaking the norms of society? The idea is to do it through ghosts. Encompasses a lot of the idea of what witches do. Ghosts are not living people. You can place a lot the blame on others and ghosts. When a death occurs they come in droves and eat the corpse. Ghosts like witches are especially good vehicles of evil, and direct hostility. Why kill the ghosts of kinsmen?

    The witch image of foreign malevolence is increasing. Increasing external orientation.


    Dentan article

    Actively oppressed.

    March 2, 2005

    “Peace is a practical solution, not a Utopian myth” the author intro

    Dentan talks about the characterizations of the Semai. In-group out group sort of thing relationship. Clearly there’s some kind of linkage suggested. Second suggestion is basically the thesis of the rest of his paper.

    Top of page 170 discusses suicide and how it is not born of rage. Thus its an extension of the concept of peace.
    Kids are not expected to get hurt. But they do get angry: they can withdraw. They break off contact with the person with whom they are angry. Rarity of violence within the community. People as a result have no experience with violence, they consider it abnormal. They gossip maliciously.
    Semai have capacity for violence, but unwilling. Dentan does give himself an “out” with saying it’s a conjectural history.
    Semai repeatedly subjected to pacification and slavery.
    Pg. 172 this belief system that sanctifies and justifies slavery …
    Fear born peace, is it peace
    How contextual are some of the statements being made there? Semai response to state is to flee with pulses of invasion, if it was constant it wouldn’t work.
    So is it pacification if they avoid the confrontation?
    they would shun violence when they would lose by it, so its an adaption. They have accepted their plight in the face of more dominant neighbors.
    What advantages do oppressors have when people withdraw?
    Sometimes it’s to their disadvantage
    One could get on with the business of living life. What is the difference of Buddhist serenity and depression?

    Fight, flight, caring for children as responses to violence. Surrenders only under particular conditions.

    Violence as a reproductive strategy

    Basic idea is that just because you’re the dominant culture it doesn’t mean that you have more kids, there’s a relationship between having kids (176) and how healthy you are.
    “Prolonged stress and agonistic male behavior” is unhealthy. Ie. Too much testosterone is bad for you.

    There’s other theories, such as the Show Off Hypothesis, but researcher did not find a correlation between showing off and differential reproductive success.

    So consider men going off to war, what is the evolutionary advantage? Sociobiologically your genes are held back home, hence getting married before you take off.

    Need to look at history of a group and region where in the face of the loss of power over a long period of time then withdrawal is an optimal strategy.

    On 179. there’s men looking after children, gender inequalities minimal. In communities where all the members look after the children there is less violence.

    Fear of outsiders means love of insiders? No.

    Read Chapter 7 and chapter 9 and chapter 4, Violence and Warfare in the Past

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    Monday, February 28th, 2005
    10:30 pm
    update
    So I read something recently that said that you should update every day. so here I am. lessee. I'm sitting on the couch, watching cold case, wondering how I'm gonna get my paper ready to present at the conference. for that matter, I'm wondering how I'm gonna do the write up of my work. For that matter, I'm wondering how I'm gonna finish the work that i need to write a paper on that I need to present next week. Yeah, that's right. You all envy me. suckers.

    Current Mood: sick
    Tuesday, February 22nd, 2005
    1:55 pm
    100 things about me
    Viking Funeral will be continued later...

    1. I just gave a failing grade to a student that I know tried really hard
    2. I would give anything to take her exam back and regrade it
    3. I'm more demanding than I usually realize
    4. as I've gotten older most of the absolutes in my ethical code have dissolved
    5. I don't know if #4 is compatible with a quixotic outlook
    6. I yo-you in weight
    7. I have six white hairs in the front of my head
    8. I care less and less about physical appearance as time goes on
    9. I never want to teach
    10. My ideal lifestyle involves keeping contact with strangers to a minimum
    11. I procrastinate
    12. I play with my circadian rhythym too much
    13. I don't trust hairdressers with mall bangs
    14. most of my adult life has been spent in long-term relationships
    15. I own a house with someone
    16. the odds that I currently have or have had more pets than you are really really good
    17. I'm a graduate student
    18. I'm happy that I can finally call myself an archaeologist
    19. I've had more stitches in me than most shark attack victims
    20. I like biking
    21. I would not classify myself as athletic
    22. I rarely check phone messages
    23. I think touchy feely stuff is synonymous with creepy crawly
    24. my greatest superpower is tuning out
    25. my superpower first manifested when I was with my ex-stepmother
    26. I did not walk flat footed until the second grade
    27. I go up stairs fast
    28. I go down stairs slow
    29. I don't know if there are 100 things about me
    30. I hate geese
    31. geese hate me
    32. I'm fairly negative
    33. I'm a crappy teaching assistant
    34. I can butcher an animal without making a mark on the bone
    35. I can tell a bird bone from a mammal bone from a fish bone (even fragmented)
    36. yesterday I watched a documentary about trephination
    37. my house is usually messy
    38. I don't trust people with showcase clean homes
    39. I can be a man-hater sometimes
    40. I'd take Starbuck over Apollo
    41. Sometimes I feel alone in thinking that intelligence is not the best criteria for judging folks
    42. I don't think selecting mates based on physical appearance is any more shallow than doing it by intelligence.
    43. I'm the oldest child of four
    44. all my siblings are half siblings
    45. I know alot of obscure stuff about animals
    46. I'd call myself an idiot savant, but I don't have any savant worthy skills
    47. Shaolin soccer is one of the best movies of all time
    48. I'm a big Xena fan
    49. my thesis work is in the brooks range
    50. I'm a zooarchaeologist
    51. I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that I'm an anthropologist foremost
    52. I used to have a job in finance
    53. I made more money waitressing
    54. I'm 25
    55. and I'm still a little horse-crazy
    56. I'm open about 95% of myself
    57. there's 5% I don't tell anyone at all
    58. I don't think that's anything unique
    59. my hair is usually long
    60. I only get it cut about once a year or so
    61. I'm learning to belly dance
    62. this is to try to develop more of an acceptance of my particular form
    63. i get chronic migraines
    64. i don't understand the fascination with origins of humanity
    65. I'm more concerned with contact periods between cultures
    66. I don't think culture is unique to humans
    67. I've come to accept Kuhnian logic
    68. I've read Don Quixote dozens of times
    69. I've never read the ending, don't want to
    70. I get nervous in crowds
    71. Wal-mart is a beatiful example of #70
    72. i think I'm more keen on adopting than giving birth
    73. i'm more keen on getting a kid above toddler age than below
    74. This is more because I'd have more in common with a kid with a hard-luck past, yet i don't want to be the one that inflicts that condition
    75. this is the reason most of my pets are rescues
    76. I also hate toilet/litter training
    77. When looking at prospective happily-ever-afters I consider more their influence on children and pets than their interaction with me
    78. I acknowledge that #77 may not be the optimal strategy
    79. If the relatively optimal conditions for child rearing never come about for me that's cool too, I'll just be a DINK
    80. I'm toying with the idea of going for a PHD
    81. I hate how its really getting intimate with a profession that makes you disenchanted with it
    82. I'm proud of the fact that I don't get phazed by rancid carcasses
    83. maybe #82 needed some clarification, but these are supposed to be short
    84. my front teeth are fake
    85. I'm going to Paris in May
    86. I always feel smug when someone who everyone wants to be friends with picks me as a friend
    87. I get in trouble with my grandmother if I don't use shiny wrapping paper and real ribbon for Christmas presents
    88. On her birthday I'm going to blast Tom Jones on her answering machine again
    89. Amazing Race is my favorite TV show
    90. my cousin just won the Daytona 500
    91. I get along better with my mom than with my dad
    92. I went to twelve different public schools by the time I graduated
    93. I hold the record in one of my high schools for the most truancies
    94. I was only able to achieve #93 because I gave the wrong contact information for my parents when I registered.
    95. I think #93 shows my adolescent intelligence better than my grades (skipping is an art)
    96. I'm very flaky
    97. I feel guilty about my lack of contact with my sisters
    98. I tip well
    99. I do alot of volunteer work
    100. Most of my volunteer work involves dead things

    Current Mood: crappy
    Tuesday, February 8th, 2005
    10:33 am
    Viking Funeral, continued
    Then they carried 'him into the pavilion on the ship. They seated him on the mattress and propped him up with cushions. They brought nabid, fruits, and fragrant plants, which they put with him, then bread, meat, and onions, which they placed before him. Then they brought a dog, which they cut in two and put in the ship. Then they brought a dog, which they cut in two and put in the ship. Then they brought his weapons and placed them by his side. Then they took two horses, ran them until they sweat, then cut them to pieces with a sword and put them into the ship. They took two cows, which they likewise cut to pieces and put in the ship. Next they killed a rooster and a hen and threw them in. The girl slave who wished to be killed went here and there and into each of their tents, and the master of each tent had sexual intercourse with her and said, 'Tell your lord I have done this out of love for him.
    They led the slavegirl to a thing that they had made which resembled a door frame. She placed her feet on the palms of the men and they raised her up to overlook this frame. She spoke some words and they lowered her again. A second time they raised her up and she did again what she had done; then they lowered her. They raised her a third time and she did as she had done the two times before. Then they brought her a hen; she cut off the head, which she threw away, and then they took the hen and put it in the ship. I asked the interpreter what she had done. He answered, 'The first time they raised her she said, 'Behold, I see my father and mother." The second time she said, "I see all my dead relatives seated." The third time she said, "I see my master seated in Paradise and Paradise is beautiful and green; with him are men and boy servants. He calls me. Take me to him." Now they took her to the ship. She took off the two bracelets which she was wearing and gave them both to the old woman called the Angel of Death, who was to kill her; then she took off the two finger rings which she was wearing and gave them to the two girls who served her and were the daughters of the woman called the Angel of Death. Then they raised her on to the ship, but they did not make her enter into the pavilion.
    After that, the group of men who have cohabited with the slave-girl make of their bands a sort of paved way whereby the girl, placing her feet on the palms of their hands, mounts on to the ship.

    -to be continued
    Monday, February 7th, 2005
    5:23 pm
    Viking Funeral pt 1
    You ever watch that one movie that was released a few years ago with Antonio Banderas as an Arab in Norway? I think it was based on a Crichton novel, the 13th Warrior. Anyways, besides it totally casting neandertals as bad guys and having this creepy eurocentric thing going on, one of its earlier scenes was modeled after an actual ethnographic account from an early Arab philosopher. Ibn Fadlan was a secretary from the embassy at Baghdad to the Rus Vikings from 921-2 AD. In an account titled the Ritala, he gives an eyewitness account of a Viking funeral:

    "I had heard that at the deaths of their chief personages they did many interesting things, of which the least was cremation, and I was interested to learn more. At last I was told of the death of one of their outstanding men. They placed him in a grave and put a roof over it for ten days while they cut and sewed garments for him.
    If the deceased is a poor man they make a little boat, which they lay him in and burn. If he is rich, they collect his goods and divide them into three parts, one for his family, another to pay for his things, and a third for making nabid (kinda like beer), which they drink until the day when his female slave will kill herself and be burned with her master. They stupify themselves by drinking this nabid night and day; sometimes one of them dies cup in hand.
    They burn him in this fashion: they leave him for the first ten days in a grave. His possessions they divide into three parts: one part for his daughters and wives; another for garments to clothe the corpse; another part covers the cost of the intoxicating drink which they consume in the course of ten days, uniting sexually with women and playing musical instruments. When a great personage dies, the people of his family ask his young women and men slaves, 'Who among you will die with him?' One answers, 'I'. Once he or she has said that, the thing is obligatory; there is no backing out of it. Usually it is the girl slaves who do this. After a while, the slavegirl who gives herself to be burned with him, in these ten days drinks and indulges in pleasure; she decks her head and her person with all sorts of ornaments and fine dress and so arrayed gives herself to the men.
    She was then put in the care of two young women, who watched over her and accompanied her everywhere, to the point that they occasionally washed her feet with their own hands. Garments were being made for the deceased and all else was being readied of which he had need. Meanwhile the slave drinks every day and sings, giving herself over to pleasure.
    The ninth day, having drawn the ship on to the river bank, they guarded it. In the middle of the ship they prepared a dome or pavilion a cupola of wood and covered this with various sorts of fabrics. Then they brought a couch and put it on the ship and covered it with a mattress of Greek brocade. The tenth day, they brought the deceased out of the ground and put him within the pavilion and put around him different kinds of flowers and fragrant plants. Many men and women gathered and played musical instruments, and each of his kinsmen built, a pavilion around his pavilion at some distance. The slavegirl arrayed herself and went to the kinsmen of the dead man, and the master of each had sexual intercourse once with her, saying in a loud voice, 'Tell your master that I have done the duty for exercised the right of love and friendship!' And so, as she went to all the pavilion to the last one, all the men had intercourse with her. When this was over, they cut a dog in two halves and put it into the boat, then, having cut the head of a rooster, they threw it, head and body, to the right and left of the ship.
    When the day arrived on which the man was to be cremated and the girl with him, I went to the river on which was his ship. I saw that they had drawn the ship on to the shore, that they had erected four posts of birch wood and other wood, and that around it was made a structure like great shipstents out of wood. They they pulled the ship up until it was on this wooden construction. They they began to come and go and to speak words which I did not understand, while the man was still in his grave and had not yet been brought out. Then came an old woman whom they call the Angel of Death, and she spread upon the couch the furnishing mentioned. It is she who has charge of the clothesmaking and arranging all things, and it is she who kills the girl slave. I saw that she was a strapping old woman, fat and louring.
    When they came to the grave they removed the earth from above the wood, then the wood, and took out the dead man clad in the garments in which he had died. I saw that he had grown black from the cold of the country. They had put nabid, fruit and a pandora in the grave with him. They removed all that. The dead man did not smell bad and only his colour had changed. They dressed him in trousers, stockings, boots, a tunic, and caftan of brocade with gold buttons. They put a hat of brocade and fur on him.----"

    to be continued

    Current Mood: pensive
    Thursday, February 3rd, 2005
    10:28 am
    Magical Trevor vs. Kenya
    So you may notice that my little pic is of Magical Trevor, the dude from the weebl cartoon. I am so obsessed with that toon. But here's the thing. Most people seem more keen on the Kenya cartoon. And I can certainly see why. You got Lions, Tigers, Zebras, Giraffes, and the word crap. But the tune and story line just isn't as catchy, in my opinion. I mean, come on, Trevor has a cow casually chewing its cud as its zooming thru a black hole in space! Genius! I know Trevor has to be at least a little popular, they have merchandise with his and the cow's image and all. And weebl did a second toon of trevor. Personally I think the tune from the first one is more catchy, but I like the bird poo on the pigeon planet. To sum: Trevor rocks, Kenya does too but not as much, and the second Trevor tune isn't as catchy as the first. There will be a test later covering this material

    Advance Bday and Xmas gift ideas for me:

    baseball shirt with trevor
    Big t-shirt with cow
    trevor ringtone

    Current Mood: silly
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