rivendellrose: (drama)
The American Anthropological Association (the leading organization in anthropology in the US) has amended their mission statement to distance themselves from the practice of anthropology as science.

Well, that ought to be the last nail in the coffin of whether anthropology or sociology will win out as the study of human culture that will persist and continue to be worthy of consideration.

I've long had a feeling that there's a problem going on in anthropology, namely that while our little academic sibling sociology delves into broader, deeper, and more interesting subjects in the study of human society and takes advantage of all sorts of fascinating new blood from the fields of psychology, genetics, economics, statistics and science, anthropology... stares blindly around and sticks its collective head in the sand.

Now, to be fair, I kind of liked that I didn't have to do as much statistics in anthro as I did in soc, and I also liked that we tended in anthro to read more historical ethnography than, say, statistical studies from ten years ago. That was all part of why I majored in anthro instead of soc. So I have not exactly been part of the solution in this issue. But in the process of reading recent ethnography (for instance, Sudhir Venkatesh's Gang Leader for a Day which, despite issues mainly stemming from the fact that I found it difficult to believe any intelligent gradudate student could be so fantastically naive as the author apparently was during his research, was a very fun and interesting non-academic book), I've noticed that all the good, new books that are actually getting attention... are filed under sociology, while the anthropology section of any bookstore I walk into consists almost entirely of Ruth Benedict, Margaret Meade, Thor Heyerdahl, and other books written pre-1980.

In short: If my field of academic study implodes, do I get a refund (or a re-do!) on my diploma? If I do, I think I'd like to study psychology this time. They're not ashamed of having science involved in their studies, and from the lectures I've been to they're a whole hell of a lot less in love with post-modern theory.

At least my English degree will never have this particular problem...
rivendellrose: (you're kidding)
Apparently the Times (of London) just ranked my dear old alma mater 23rd in the world among colleges and universities. We rank 4th out of American public colleges.

Full rankings here.

Granted, UW's high score is based on the research and citations that come out of UW, not so much on anything silly like teaching, but hey - still not too bad. To clarify: The research and citations that got us that high spot? Totally in the sciences, for which UW is always highly regarded. So it's not like this really is a good thing for either of the departments I was in... believe me. But it's still kind of neat.
rivendellrose: (feeling blue)
My damned left ear has decided to go completely plugged. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. This is not going to help with class today.

...Which I should really get up and get ready for. Damn.
rivendellrose: (oh hai thar)
I have achieved a practicum! I"m going to be organizing and recording the photo collection at this local house museum, about which I'm terribly excited. The process was a bit amusing - I'd scheduled an appointment with the executive director (who also happens to be my exhibit design professor), and got off early from work to go to it, and of course ended up a bit early because I'd been nervous about the buses. Showed up at the house/museum, said hello to one of my classmates, and my professor and his wife (who spoke briefly to our class about... something I've forgotten, because she works at another local museum), and his response was pretty much "Hi, great to see you, no trouble at all that you're early, do you feel up to blowing up some balloons?"

Apparently he had forgotten to tell me that the museum was having a big fund-raiser/open-house thingy this evening. And had consequently, in all the hubbub, had forgotten that I was there to talk to him about the practicum, not to help out and hang out at the fund-raising thing (as the classmate was, although she's also (unrelated to the party) doing her practicum there). So I blew up balloons and festooned an abandoned vespa and the front gate with them, and carried plates and things to various rooms, and helped his wife put together hors d'ouevres and then we set up my practicum. All of which was terribly fun. That's part of what I love about museum work, honestly - you literally never know what you're going to be doing next. And after that I accepted the insistent offer of a beer and then trooped home, despite sort of wanting to stay (because I do enjoy myself a good schmoozing party, when I know the grounds I'm on), but I thought it'd be better to delay that sort of thing until I'm more prepared and know more about the museum. Besides, as casual as it was, I didn't really feel like I was dressed for it, and...

I'm coming down with a sinus thing. All the symptoms are in line - I've had plugged ears the last few days when I wake up, I've been sneezing, and now I have a sore throat. Bleh. So I will go in tomorrow and survive the last day of the week, and then I shall, most likely, sleep all weekend. But now I'm drinking tea and will go to bed early (possibly with something hot and alcoholic in my system), and all is more or less well. Except my throat, which is scratchy.
rivendellrose: (Eowyn)
I cannot sum this up in a better way than 'If Star Wars were an Icelandic Saga.'

If you enjoy the study of Icelandic sagas, it is intensely, unbelievably perfect and awesome. It's giving me serious nostalgia for my old classes in the sagas. ♥
rivendellrose: (Nuala - autumn)
After temporarily forgetting that this thing exists, I seem to have discovered a new purpose for it: Whining about things that I don't particularly want to deal with around everyone who reads my LJ!

In other words - I apologize, people of Dreamwidth. Right now, you are my dumping ground. I mean this in the nicest possible way. But still.

So. My grandfather is very sick, I've been having Fun Health Issues of the female variety, which continue appearing and disappearing and causing charming amounts of tests, all of which turn up oh-so-endearingly void of things that they can treat me for, leading to me having treatments for... other things, possibly, or just for "GP doesn't know what the hell to do with me and so prescribed something that might do something," which then... maybe worked? Who the hell knows? Anyway. Between these two things, I have been ever so slightly stressed lately, and have been having excessively awkward dreams that appear to be my subconscious coping with everything. Which... is awkward.

But I saw Chicago live at the Paramount last night, and it was very good. And I do not have class tomorrow, although I do have a family thing and a final project to do for my exhibits class. Which I have procrastinated on rather impressively. And will probably continue to do until Sunday, honestly, because... I just don't have the wherewithal to work on it tonight.

I do have the wherewithal to wish I had some good fanfiction to read, though. And to at least think about getting up and starting the stir-fry for dinner.
rivendellrose: (ood)
I have a Starbucks peppermint mocha. I'm probably going to regret this later (hahaha, hyperactivity!) but it's only a tall, and I have to go back to the university after work tonight to use their library so that I can access a non-public website for my final project. Which... is progressing. Slowly, but sort of surely.

I will not be sorry when this Saturday is over and I get a break from the class for a while. It's been fun, but it's also nice to, I dunno, have actual 2-day weekends like a normal person. And not have to do homework in addition to regular work and all the other stuff I love to do.

wicked

Sep. 25th, 2009 02:21 pm
rivendellrose: (elphaba wicked)
Saw Wicked last night at the Paramount for, yes, the first time, because I was dumb last time it was in Seattle and managed to not get tickets. This time we managed, and it was lovely - great singing, great sets, great costumes, great effects... teeeeeeny problem with the sound system, but it's possible that was to do with the fact that Elphaba was being played by the (quite talented and very fun) understudy. I'd rather believe the issue is making changes to fit a new lead than that one of the most prestigious venues in Seattle has somehow gone three weeks into touring Broadway run without quite figuring out how they ought to manage their sound levels. :P

Anyway, loved it, had a total blast.

And now I'm really happy it's Friday. Tomorrow I have a museum visit for an assignment prior to my first day of class (next week, eeeeeee), a Steampunk Swap-Meet that I'm hoping to at least stop by, textbooks to buy, and then Sunday we're going out to Leavenworth with my dad and stepmom. Crossing fingers that the weather will continue to be gorgeous for that, and that the leaves will have started changing up in the mountains. We might be a bit early, and that would be sad.
rivendellrose: (city girl)
Last night I had a fabulous time out with [livejournal.com profile] zinjadu and her adorable new hair, leaving today as a day for writing and errands. Unfortunately, my cat kept me up a good part of the early-morning, meaning that after I locked him out, I overslept abysmally. Put my schedule on a wee bit of a wack-out. So we did our errand things, paid bills, ran out and bought curtains and curtain rods (yay!), which the Boy is now working on putting up... and then I wanted to do the last of my errands, which is printing out and paying my registration materials for the museum studies certification program this fall. No problem, right? I don't have a printer, but that's okay, because there's some computers for public use in our apartment building, and failing that we live only a few blocks from the public library.

Except apparently out of the four computers for public use here in the building, only two work, and every other tenant appears to know that and grab those computers instantly. The other two are worthless. Oh, and the printer? Is loaded with lined paper, which I would be okay with for some things, but... not so much for this. Sends a less-than-professional impression. So I go to the public library. Where the computers apparently hate the internet today, and won't let me access my file because Gmail keeps timing out. *Headdesk*

Fortunately the Boy is my hero and has promised that if I just email him the file at work, he'll print it off... since I don't have access to our work printers, but he does. :) I suspect I may have to come up with a better plan than this once I'm actually in the classes, as they probably will want printed assignments.

Now it's time to write. Or at least stare at this gods-damned document and wish that it would finish itself, because I... am feeling very detached from it right now, and very much like I can't be bothered with figuring out how to finish it. Alas.
rivendellrose: (Default)
In honor of the housemates going back to school today... something that will make everyone who's ever filled out a FAFSA (the hideously complex application that's required of all American college students who want to be considered for federal financial aid) happy: Among the changes proposed by Secretary of Education Margaret Spellings is "Simplifying the process of applying for financial aid by partnering with states to use existing income and tax data to help students complete the application in half the time."

Hallelujah and amen.

Also: "There are disturbing signs that many students who do earn degrees have not actually mastered the reading, writing and thinking skills we expect of college graduates."

As anyone who's spent any time on the campus of a major state university will, I'm sure, agree: DUH. Here's a thought - why doesn't this woman sit on that "Creativity" class that I had to record last year? That'll give her a real good notion of what kind of morons we're letting graduate with degrees.

And now, happier things. Reading list! )

b5, plans

Jul. 25th, 2006 10:22 am
rivendellrose: (Default)
It was bound to happen eventually - sooner or later, I always dream about my fandoms. But why, I ask you, is it necessary for me to dream semi-sexual stuff about characters I want least to see in those situations? Naked Londo? Not top of my list to think about. Argh.

In the interest of putting all of that out of my mind (thanks be to my subconscious, it was at least kind enough to give him the Dogma-angel groin treatment...), I give you a list that I put together while watching my few episodes last night: Quotes and Thoughts )

There really is more in my life than that show... I just can't seem to think of much to talk about right now. Still cranky about work-P, still nattering away at my writing, trying to figure out what graduate schools and programs I'm going to look into... One bit of exciting news, though. Tonight, I'm going out with [livejournal.com profile] theladyfeylene to the Wild Rose (lesbian bar) on Capital Hill. Unless I wimp out in some kind of existential "I'm afraid of bars during singles' nights and what if nobody likes me and I'm a horrible wimp" angst. Which I don't mean to do. I can be brave. Brave uke. >@.@<

Although I might have to stop off at home and change my shoes. These things are adorable, but they're kind of bothering my feet. They were a lot more comfy when I wore them without nylons, but I've been too lazy to shave lately.

Update: A UW Extension catalog was in this morning's mail here at work. I'm trying very hard not to regard this as a Sign from the Universe. They have certification programs in editing, technical writing, and museum studies... and scientific illustration, which is a total love of mine, but which I don't think I either have the knack for or can afford (it's a massively expensive program). But... the editing one is actually pretty affordable - the museum studies program less so, but... still do-able. Night classes. I could do that.

One month out of college and I'm chomping at the bit to get back in. But a certification would be a good step...

what a day

Jun. 7th, 2006 04:02 pm
rivendellrose: (Default)
I just finished my last ever undergraduate final at the University of Washington. Yay!!! It was an essay test. My essay consisted, in fairly large part, of an extended metaphor comparing "life chances" to gambling. It was a tad surreal, especially since I don't gamble.

What was more surreal was walking out of the test and getting annoyed for the umpteen-billionth time today that while my left shoe is nicely clicky (very low heel - I love the sound of clicking heels), my right shoe doesn't click. Guess why? 'Cause it's a totally different fecking shoe. It took me until 4pm to realize that I was wearing mismatched black leather shoes.

I'm going to go print out the application-to-rent from [livejournal.com profile] maymargaret (that's right, house-folks, she sent it!), check in at the anthro department office and maybe at my old work office, and then go home. Because wow.

(It's only been a week since I 'left,' but I already feel weird being on campus again - like the job at That Company has been a dream. I used to get like this whenever I'd go home to visit my parents after I moved to Seattle, or when I'd come home after a period of traveling, but it's still... kind of surreal. This campus has been the center of my life for so long, it feels weird being back after being away for even a short while.)

paper

May. 21st, 2006 11:07 am
rivendellrose: (scully red)
Wow, my essay is a piece of self-indulgent tripe! This is fun.

*Headdesk* *Headdesk* *Headdesk*

'Personal narrative' is not a good field for me. Not right now. I don't have enough of any worth to anyone but me to say, or good ways to say it.

Edit: Oh, and I forgot - I was going to write fic for a bit, as a way of clearing my head, but then I remembered that I'm having problems with my current fic because, get this, it's a piece of self-indulgent tripe, too! Wow! I've got this whole fabulous theme going on in my life right now! Eeeeeagghhhhhh. I knew there was a reason I'd abandoned this stupid series of fics. Bad, bad, bad, stupid, it's like I'm making up for the fact that all my totally crap teenage shit got hidden away in fandoms no one cares about under a totally different pen-name. So now, at 23, I'm writing the equivalent of 13-year-old screaming-Mary-Sue twaddle! Wheee!

...This is oddly therapeutic. Just so you all know.
rivendellrose: (strange love (mal/inara))
Still editing paper. Still thinking the organization kind of sucks. Trying to come up with as many guitar-related terms as I can to slip into the narrative. I love what I'm learning in this class, but it's tiring nonetheless.

Watched a bit more Babylon 5 last night (only 4 more episodes to go in Season 1!) and finally figured out what irritates me about Sinclair (that man over-acts as though his life depended on getting as much emotion as possible into every damned line). But I still have to admit that I'll be sad to see him go - he's endearing, in his overly-heroic, overly-goody-two-shoes sort of way. It seems that every time Psi-Corps shows up I recognize one of the actors (this time it was Jeffrey Combs, well-known to DS9 fans as Weyoun), and, oh yes, Linear is absolutely adorable. I just want to fuzzle him. Except there's nothing to fuzzle. So I guess I'll have to settle with giving him a cookie. Or a motorcycle. o_O Is it just me, or does he have masculinity issues? He was awfully excited about the whole "symbol of masculine sexuality" thing. And how did a guy who appears to be just barely out of the Minbari equivalent of teenage years get to be attache to an important ambassador, let alone a member of this Grey Council thing that it appears Delenn really is.

...Don't answer that. I'm still trying not to be spoiled on anything except what I picked up years ago!

I'm still convinced that there was some kind of weird zeitgeist/psychic plagiarism thing going on between JMS and Berman/Piller. The similarities between DS9 and Bab-5 continue to boggle me. I'm flat-out convinced that Sinclair will turn out to be some kind of weird religious figure. Because, come on, the Minbari clearly wanted him around for the same reason the Prophets wanted Sisko; he's got that "ohmigod holy hero" thing written all over him.

And [livejournal.com profile] miss_arel has been watching Scrubs, which reminds me how very much I adore that show. ♥
rivendellrose: (wonder)
Last night, I got completely sucked in by the latest issue of Bitch, read pretty much the whole damned thing, and then went downstairs with the express intention of writing my paper for the Death class before I did anything else. You can imagine how well that worked.

First, I checked my email. Then that reminded me that I needed to check the UW's job-search site. Where I found a job that I needed to apply for. Which reminded me that I needed to file my resume with the FBI so that I could start looking at their clerical/office vacancies. Having done that (which took much longer than it should have because their website was designed by tree frogs, and not particularly clever ones at that), of course I had to actually look at the vacancies. And then apply for the one vacancy I was qualified for that is in Seattle. Which also took much longer than it should have, because whoever designed their handy-dandy little questionnaire process is about as legible and user-friendly as a orangutan equipped with the OED and the biggest, most godawful legal thesaurus you ever will see. And don't forget that the tree frogs were still doing the coding for him.

When I finally got through the actual job-related part of the application questionnaire and thought I was home free, I got to the demographic survey. First question: Ethnicity. That's normal, right? But they set it up like this:

Ethnicity:
( ) Latino/Hispanic
( ) Non-Latino/Hispanic

And then the usual list of ethnic-background options, under a separate heading... with Latino/Hispanic as an option!!! Why? Does this make sense to anybody? Could someone please explain to me why this is necessary? I was so flabbergasted that I almost screencapped the page, just to prove that it really happened that way, but then realized that since it's the frigging FBI, the act of taking a screencap might very well somehow trigger a "security" process that would eat my whole application and cause me to have to start over again. Or possibly that it might be some kind of secret felony to copy images from their website, I don't know.

...Not that I'm really paranoid like that, but it's the government - they're crazy like that, sometimes.

Anyway, after all that was done I got even more distracted and ended up checking a few things on Craigslist, sending notices to myself... and then closing out the window and looking straight in the face of the two paragraphs that I'd written for my 3 page paper. Needless to say, I was up a bit late last night getting that finished. *Sigh*

Currently working on outlining my paper for expository writing (proofreading/editing exercise), and getting nervous about meeting Paul at around 6pm. Eep.
rivendellrose: (methos)
Writing, School: I felt pretty good after turning in the paper to the anthropology class yesterday, but now I have to finish the rough draft of my cultural commentary for expository writing. And then I have to start editing it so it doesn't embarass me when I turn it in to my prof on Monday, and start writing the next paper for the death class, too. We're writing about the afterlife, this time. I love that class soooo much. *g*

Writing, Fandom: Zoe/Wash ficathon fic is moving along slowly, as is the Snape-fic that I keep vaguely mentioning, and I've got a few other little bits in progress for various requests. I might try to get the infamous X-Files/Highlander crossover going again. I wish I could remember where I'd put my plot notes - I had the whole darned thing outlined, which would make it a heck of a lot easier to finish.

Oh, and I blame [livejournal.com profile] nekokoban for this last - she pointed out [livejournal.com profile] 3measures to me, and I couldn't resist the temptation. Three characters, nine prompts... and no Firefly claims previously made. So I snagged Mal, Inara, and Zoe, and I'm looking forward to working with that. Mostly for my own reference, but also just for the hell of it, the prompts are: Prompts! )

Oh, and I have actual normal-life stuff, too. Coffee this afternoon with [livejournal.com profile] ursule, volunteering for Washington Weekend tomorrow afternoon, contra in the evening, party at [livejournal.com profile] maho_kiwi's place followed by a little date-type-thing on Saturday, and then Sunday... Sunday I think I'll pass out. Or possibly do homework. One can never tell.

exhaustion

Apr. 25th, 2006 01:16 pm
rivendellrose: (wonder)
I'm so freaking tired.

Too tired to work on my paper, too tired to go to class... too tired, in short, to do all the things that I absolutely must do today. I've spent the last half hour just staring at the lab computer with Nickel Creek in my headphones... which would be great if it weren't for all the stuff I was supposed to be doing. And now, I have to go to class. The good news is, it's one of the classes I love... but I'm just waaaaaay exchausted right now, and I have no honest clue why. Aside from the pall of "dear gods make this paper go away" that's getting cast over everything.

It's 7 pages. I have four. I can do this. I just don't want to.

I sense a lot of caffeine in my future, until this damned thing is finished...

Also, [livejournal.com profile] zinjadu? I'm a total moron and can't seem to figure out how to get the mood theme uploaded properly. I got it into my Scrapbook account last week (well... most of it. Uploading that many pictures is a nightmare, so I probably missed a few. I know I had some doubles accidentally...), but I can't for the life of me figure out the rest of what I'm supposed to do. Help? *Hopes*

working

Apr. 24th, 2006 10:08 am
rivendellrose: (oooo)
I was so good last night - I went to bed nice and early, and it made it sooooo much easier to get up this morning. Bad news is, I was slightly dehydrated... must remember to drink more water, especially after Contra on Friday and the party on Saturday. Whoops.

And now I'm being good again and working on my paper. Never mind that it's due Wednesday, I need all the positive reinforcement that I can get. So... good me. o_O

On other projects, I'm caught in icon-making HELL right now, with not one but two images that just plain don't want to work no matter how I screw with them... and it seemed like such a cool idea, too. Must learn to let things like this go. If it won't work, it won't work. *Grits teeth*

On the subject of writing, Snape is being uncooperative (*gasp*), Jayne is... umm.... still drunk, and it is a dangerous world when one's current favorite muse can kill one with her pinkie. Also, the Highlander bunnies seem to be waking up from an extended nap. It's slightly disturbing.

And no, there's no reason for me to use this icon. In fact, it's still just a base, but I love the expression so much I couldn't resist uploading it.
rivendellrose: (wonder)
Work work work, and none of it is what I want to be doing, it seems like.

I'm hitting that wonderful mid-quarter point where I just sort of hit the wall and go splat. This always happens. Mid-way through the quarter, I just lose all interest in at least one class (Anth 202, this time - no surprise there), and all ability to function reasonably.

What I need to do today:
- Start my cultural commentary for expository writing
- Outline and start my paper for Anth
- Go to a meeting tonight for the volunteer thing next weekend

What I want to do today:
- Ignore the Anth paper
- Plot the new story idea I've been working on
- Finish the fic I owe people

Fortunately, I think my complete lack of being good yesterday ought to encourage me to actually be good today and get my work done. At least I hope so. Argh.

commencing

Apr. 3rd, 2006 10:29 am
rivendellrose: (dance)
I'm such a sucker. Working on the Senior Gift Council has made it completely impossible for me to keep up a feeling of indifference toward commencement. I... think I might need to do this. My poor little anthropology-laden brain has been coerced by the notion that this is one of the few socially-recognized ritual events that somebody like me will ever take part in... and I might not feel like I've really graduated if I don't go through with it. Besides, you only graduate from undergrad once, and I think I would have really regretted it eventually if I hadn't walked at highschool graduation, so I probably ought to assume the same thing is true of college.

So here are my questions to all you folks out there who've been there and done that... )

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