The Anthropologist’s Disclaimer
Many people I meet, even people I talk to on a regular basis, do not have background knowledge of anthropology, and I think that is fairly typical. Anthropology…
Many people I meet, even people I talk to on a regular basis, do not have background knowledge of anthropology, and I think that is fairly typical. Anthropology…
The strength of anthropology is that we are always learning, gathering data isn’t something we do in a lab or even something we can easily shut off. We…
The bulky and weirdly shaped package I hold in my hands weighs nearly 20 pounds. 20 pounds of memories materialize in a final leaving present that now makes…
In my first blog installment I described one of my bus rides in Tehran in order to show that education, the transmission and acquisition of knowledge and sensibilities, is…
I was not feeling any particular excitement or thrilling feverishness. Preparing for the unknown journey into fieldwork in Santiago de Chile to research inner dynamics of the student social…
[Savage Minds is pleased to run this essay by guest author Kim Fortun as part of our Writers’ Workshop series. Fortun is Professor of Science and Technology Studies at Rensselaer…
In the field, anthropologists are often presented with competing narratives, imaginings juxtaposed with reality, and the collision of facts with opinions and perceptions. The narratives of research pa…
What do you know: the summer is already gone! It feels like it was only a moment ago when we solicited contributions to our fieldwork thread, and now…
The “nomadic” Ph.D. Summer School “Field Experiences in Northwest Russia” (FENOR) has been a full success After two weeks of extensive travelling and working together on different aspects…
[This is the final post in a three-part series on archiving and sharing fieldwork data.] Lisa Cliggett: How can we archive all this data? Two years ago, I…
I conduct fieldwork among young Hindus in Amsterdam, the city where I have lived for nearly six years. Amsterdam lends itself to compartmentalisation as it is neatly divided…
Hi anthfriends! The following is a paper reflecting on the fieldwork I did with my iwi, Ngāti Rakaipaaka, for my thesis. I presented it last year at the…
Hi anthfriends! The following is a paper reflecting on the fieldwork I did with my iwi, Ngāti Rakaipaaka, for my thesis. I presented it last year at the…
Hi anthfriends! The following is a paper reflecting on the fieldwork I did with my iwi, Ngāti Rakaipaaka, for my thesis. I presented it last year at the…
Hi anthfriends! The following is a paper reflecting on the fieldwork I did with my iwi, Ngāti Rakaipaaka, for my thesis. I presented it last year at the…
In my research, I have found myself walking constantly, primarily because the city where my field site is set breathes with mobilizations these days. Choice of shoes has…
This week we continue our thread on fieldnotes via four posts that all in their own way elaborate this thread’s overarching theme: journey. As is familiar to all…
You get to a point in your life where you start to reflect on your skill set and your current responsibilities and you wonder whether these match up…
My engagement with the ideas and practices of fieldwork stems from my interest in anthropology and the classification of human “types” through the “science” of anthropometry in the…
By Emma Louise Backe For any practicing or aspiring anthropologist, fieldwork is the defining, almost qualifying practice of the discipline. As an undergraduate studying sociocultural anthropology, we…
The Editors of Anthropoliteia welcome Bradley Dunseith with a report from Charleston, South Carolina Knights of Columbus hall in Charleston, South Carolina. June 2015. Photo by Bradley Dunseith…
Success stories are a powerful trope of international development and conservation work. They structure the way NGOs, governments and companies engage with powerful donors and public opinion. They…
Mahmoud Dowlatabadi is an acclaimed and respected writer in Iran. A post stamp has recently been produced in his honor. One of his latest novels, The Colonel, was…
The bus I was riding on my way to Tajrish (north Tehran) was beyond maximum capacity with its passengers. We were cramped and people stood and sat in…