Spring cleaning
I’m in the process of reviewing and renewing my blog, which means there are some things which aren’t working yet. Bear with me, please, as hopefully soon this will be a much nicer and easier blog to read and comment on. Cheers! :)
I’m in the process of reviewing and renewing my blog, which means there are some things which aren’t working yet. Bear with me, please, as hopefully soon this will be a much nicer and easier blog to read and comment on. Cheers! :)
For my birthday in October, my wonderful housemate took me to see the display on King Tutankhamen at the DeYoung Museum in San Francisco. It was, quite simply, amazing. Not only were the precious items quite breathtaking, but the information which accompanied the display was fascinating. There was some history on King Tut, including probable…
I’m in San Francisco, the City by the Bay, for the Women’s Spirituality Intensive Week — which actually goes from Saturday to the following Sunday thereafter. It’s going to be an 11 night stay, including all the extra retreats, welcome dinners, and caucus demonstrations. The actual classwork is indeed extremely intense, and my brain is…
Not being much for pranks, I’m cheerfully indulging myself in yet more gorgeous weather and pleasant mental ramblings: I think I’ve discovered the three things which help me stay happiest with my life. Curiously, I’d not previously mentally verbalized them, and it wasn’t until I read someone else speaking of them that I realized this…
I’m reading Vandana Shiva’s Staying Alive: Women, Ecology, & Development for an on-line class on Ecofeminism which I’m TAing. The following are two comments made on the class forum at different times. While reading both the book and the forum comments, I was reminded of a study I read about many years ago (which means…
[later edit: OK, this was supposed to go up on September 16th… but apparently I was so excited that I forgot to hit the Publish button! So here it is — better late than never, I guess! ;) ] I’m a doctor! I can hardly believe it! Holy smokes, I just about sailed through my…
I cannot politely say why I think it is that white, Western, and usually male anthropologists feel the need to insist — in the face of constant data to the contrary — that hunting is more masculine, more dangerous, and more prestigious than gathering. However, I find it tragic that such blatant lies about human…