tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36612439933827017282024-03-05T01:10:15.705-05:00The Humanihilsocialist"...There's only one rule I know of, babies - 'God Damnit, you've got to be kind.'" - Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (God Bless You Mr. Rosewater)The Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-18336663270089594292012-01-25T13:09:00.000-05:002012-01-25T13:09:53.252-05:00The Artists LiberalI'm involved in a new project collaborating with some of my fellow Butler graduates. We're writing a news blog. Find fiction and reporting and creative commentary all arising out of the liberal arts tradition. New(s) articulations. See us at http://theliberalartist.org/.The Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-44373561276951114862011-12-03T02:57:00.000-05:002011-12-03T02:57:55.661-05:00Ethnographic Perspectives on Laxyuup GitxaalaThe following is a paper I presented at the American Anthropological Association annual meeting in Montreal. November 2011.---The question is easy: What are the changes undergone in archaeology under a collaborative setting, and why is it worth it? Experience speaks for itself in the moment, but the following is a representation of the transformation undergone in archaeology as experiences acrossThe Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-42053460674668439752011-05-09T19:30:00.000-04:002011-05-09T19:30:22.320-04:00Arriving
Welcome to the Northwest, where eagles sing and scream, where sea planes soar over harbors and the greenest greens you've ever seen tower over towns.
I've arrived here for fieldwork. To head out into remoteness, to dig, to talk and to think. This thing we do, anthropologists, this thing called research is an interesting place to visit. Apart and strange, outside the university the The Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-22551821065723700872011-04-13T03:59:00.000-04:002011-04-13T03:59:56.472-04:00On the Future of AnthropologyAlmost three and a half years ago I wrote an entry on this very blog describing my thoughts on the value of anthropology in the future. This entry, On the Future and Anthropology, is one of the biggest sources of traffic to my blog. Evidently many people around the world search for the terms future and anthropology.
Since then the character of the blog has changed nearly as much as the The Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-12201844835900417742010-04-19T23:11:00.003-04:002010-04-19T23:15:20.551-04:00Obscurasitting back in the blackness, pupils wide as pennies, the spring breeze blows the trees. and the classroom shudders. The Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-37348723539749556132010-04-13T18:14:00.002-04:002010-04-13T18:22:26.347-04:00TurbineThe Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-15305100397117963252010-03-30T19:18:00.001-04:002010-03-31T00:52:28.545-04:00Regarding Dog ShitThe Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-1553936208204920702010-03-03T22:54:00.001-05:002010-03-03T22:58:57.280-05:00BeatThe Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-1201050719610869422010-03-01T16:30:00.000-05:002010-03-01T16:31:05.531-05:00The WavelandThe Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-9476252171357023112010-02-26T14:47:00.003-05:002010-02-26T15:06:31.720-05:00So it went....Beneath the surface, moisture started pouring into the corpse. First, after a few days of rain, the soil saturated, the wooden box began to warp. And mud and worms and the occasional critter discovered this tasty trove. And they ate of its meaty parts. And the they defecated on the corpse. And soon, what was still left of the corpse was plump and crawling with bacteria. The eyes fell apart andThe Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-29850195703244672252010-02-10T20:19:00.002-05:002010-02-10T20:21:59.511-05:00Tee VeeThe Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-76025908867993556162009-11-25T00:10:00.004-05:002009-11-25T01:42:44.845-05:00Informed by Informing InformationListen, I really don't get any joy when I come across indications that to be "American" is to be blatantly uninformed and reactionary, but I come across them all too often of late. No, I get it, all media has its slant and a line of people somewhere in the US is not, in and of itself, suggesting a plague of ignorance. But, there's something else at work here; that those people interviewed in the The Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-69244194149633578122009-11-06T23:34:00.008-05:002009-11-12T02:50:17.780-05:00A Rant of One Who Would Destroy AmericaListen,No really, listen:You know how Glenn Beck talks about liberal leftists destroying America. This is what one really sounds like. SPOILER ALERT: I am an elitist and cynical, lefty hippie.I seems that maybe Obama charmed his way to the White House following in the steps of George W. Bush. The biggest difference? Obama was legitimately elected, and no one wanted to have a beer with him; they The Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-47075413460876711092009-11-03T23:15:00.004-05:002009-11-06T02:11:33.438-05:00Scientific Poetry "I began with physical anthropology. I was taught how to measure the size of the brain of a human being who had been dead a long time, who was all dried out. I bored a hole in his skull, and I filled with grains of polished rice. Then I emptied the rice into a graduated cylinder. I found this tedious. "I switched to archaeology, and I learned something I already knew: that man had been a maker The Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-26347066078787165452009-10-24T23:06:00.004-04:002010-02-16T00:42:22.103-05:00Musings on TrainsAnd the people come out of the small towns,and the cows come out of the cow towns,and the ghosts come out of the ghost towns,to wave at the trainsspeeding by their backyardsand barnyardsand ghost-yards. Hi train. Bye train. Predictable as the sun and the moon,the Empire Builder barrels down.-------Howard talks a lot;It's hard to get a word in edgewise.But who needs words and points?When the greenThe Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-54815270617435968472009-10-23T17:01:00.008-04:002010-02-16T00:42:36.503-05:00Spontaneity in The Lounge CarI spent this evening singing softly. With newfound friends. On a ukulele a she-hippie did strum and I tapped a drum, homemade, sometimes brushing.And our song rose and fell and reached its climax through meows and yelps and rolling tongues.And there were no words, but the words were sung and some words were barely words at all.And the melody drifted up and down a single arpeggio, inspired by a The Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-31935140589254557072009-09-12T01:32:00.004-04:002009-10-23T17:42:15.564-04:00Disdain.Where is the voice of my generation?It floats above, or belowin some indecipherable shape.And so much comes between us.So much that I hate.I know nothing but disdainit seems these days. So much of the identity of our generation seems based on the left or the right. The either, or. The bipolar, dualistic character of contemporary politics. So divided are we that the call for reaching across this "The Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-27886117768211096402009-09-08T01:34:00.004-04:002009-09-08T02:02:51.841-04:00Sunset in SuburbiaListen: See those rosy reddish wisps,wafting shapelessly in some summer's swansong.Asea as aimlessRem'nants of exhalation.See familiar figures.Silhouetted steel streetlights seem strangely sad.Forlorn e'en ghosts bowing heavy heads.Carrying some human shame manifest.Casting an artificial, lifeless, pale gaze,as we commute below.Such contrastHere in suburbia.This dismal sprawl of marching The Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-45380390741895782962009-08-24T02:20:00.005-04:002009-10-11T17:50:32.696-04:00We the GodlessWe the Godless, often struck wordless: God bless you, God willing, God speed, Thank God, God damn it, Good God, I swear to God, For the love of God, My God, God forbid.We the Godless, Expressionless.We the Godless, Without morality. Apparently. For God created all that is good and all that turned evil, and to be Godless is to be liminal. Betwixt and between all. Here we hunt alone, for things andThe Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-65412055739045048222009-08-12T23:55:00.004-04:002009-09-08T02:15:06.017-04:00On the airborne exploits of my dreamsI spend my nights dreamingof things really real.Fuck the fantastical.I don't fly, I fall.(If I'm mid-air at all.)The Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-76250485544738657352009-08-10T23:11:00.007-04:002009-09-08T02:29:35.307-04:00An Ode to TV NewsYou can slam a door, a book, a fist,when you're frust'rated with fed-uppery,you can make unsightly gestures.But you daren't expect to press a button,or mute or surfwith similar satisfaction,whilst those glowing boxes, and their talking headsspew forth nonsensical, babbling bull.And befoul the ears of Common Sense.click.The Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-53523139997819117742009-08-07T22:44:00.003-04:002009-09-08T02:03:52.043-04:00Summer is Almost OverI sat outside tonightReading, by moonlight,Carl Sandberg.And smoking a cee-gar.My dog and I,Indulging in poetic splendorIn the dewy, decaying summer.And smoking a cee-gar.O to escape those worlds of prose,With fog and smoke and verse.The scene backlit, with dim glowsCasting shadows of waning summer bliss.While smoking a cee-gar.The Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-14413286196520427072009-08-06T01:07:00.004-04:002009-08-06T01:48:32.822-04:006 August 2009Hello! Atomic Age.O Age of anihilation!Goodbye to Peace.Hello! Days of Death.What devotion to devastation!Goodbye to Peace.Hello, War.Hello, Fear.Nice to meet you.Stay a while,Won't you?Goodbye to Peace.And safety,And security,Ease, innocence, living,And the like.So long.Hello! Mass Murder.Marauding and malevolent.Malicious malfeasance.And so on.Goodbye to Peace.Send us a postcard.The Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-14154223300205097372009-08-05T00:04:00.004-04:002009-09-08T02:04:26.336-04:00Double StandardsSo, Bill Clinton saved the day today and won the prize for best photo-op of the month, most likely. But, there are those who see this as a blow to the United States' firm stance against North Korea. That sending a former president into Pyongyang gives away our upper hand and fuels North Korean propoganda. This is detrimental, you know, becuase they are evil. Axis of evil anyone? I mean these guysThe Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661243993382701728.post-60119991598041705162009-07-25T21:08:00.007-04:002009-09-08T02:29:25.617-04:00Celebrity DeathListen:To the story of a creature,of the skulking un-dead variety.How horrid!His heinous countenance,Crumbling and decaying,At once drying out and oozing.Hideous!But to peace notwill this pitiful post-person go.Sweet death is distant.Fantasy.And not some heavenly death, mind you.No wings, no halos.No non-sense, only non-ness.A black void, lacking shade and space.Such simple nothingness,Will not The Humanihilsocialisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632880027531222138noreply@blogger.com0