Well, the gentleman gave an excellent Christmas gift this year… even after I said I didn’t need anything. If money were no object… If money were no object, I’d put an end to class disparity. If money were no object, I’d topple corrupt financial. . .
There are many ways to hold a Thanksgiving dinner. Often, we throw a party when good things happen. A father celebrates when his missing son comes home. A child is born, people marry, finish school, or get promoted. The harvest comes in, a trade. . .
When we lived with housemates last year, I watched astonished as Liz ordered a few meal subscription boxes. It seemed crazy, and expensive. But it’s a growing trend in America: pay $40-80 for a week’s worth of dinners, and all the ingredients come in. . .
As a student, I used a weekly planner to track my assignments. My life was on paper then: a diary, to-do lists, a planner, and handwritten letters and notes to friends. Now, my mind is on my devices: checking social media, email, calendars, and. . .
Oddly enough, I started writing about bucket lists… and ended up exploring my thoughts on wills. So here we are. I suppose I felt I had to set bucket lists in the context of our wills, because I see both as a snapshot of. . .
I love David Sherlock’s post on the blog posts he didn’t write in 2017. It lets him set aside some rather unwieldy beasts, yet share what he’s been wrestling with. His never-posts range from education to gendered toys to ‘everything that is shit in. . .
I sometimes think that as an anthropologist, I should be better at understanding our place in the world, the people I live among, and how they dwell in this place. Yet with every move, I’m surprised by what I don’t expect. Warning–this is a long post!–but dig. . .