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The Moscow Diaries: May 2007
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Chronicling an ethnographer's exciting misadventures in Moscow. Friends, Colleagues, Opponents. Be Wise, Don't Urinate Here. Hedgehog in the Fog (Ёжик в тумане). Tide: Safe for Fabrics, Dangerous for Russian Wome. Can you hear me now? View my complete profile. Friday, May 25, 2007. Hedgehog in the Fog (Ёжик в тумане). For the film buffs among my readers, here's something to make up for my last post: the award-winning Yozhik v tumane. Monday, May 21, 2007. Um anyone care to explain this to me? The next sh...
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The Moscow Diaries: June 2007
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Chronicling an ethnographer's exciting misadventures in Moscow. Friends, Colleagues, Opponents. Be Wise, Don't Urinate Here. Linux, Russia, Africa. View my complete profile. Saturday, June 23, 2007. Linux, Russia, Africa. In Johannesburg touches on how the anti-apartheid movement was branded as a Soviet front of sorts. but for the most part, I've enjoyed almost no sense of continuity among my everyday experiences of travel in Russia, southern Africa, and Chicago over the last month or so. В Африке акулы,.
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The Moscow Diaries: September 2007
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Chronicling an ethnographer's exciting misadventures in Moscow. Friends, Colleagues, Opponents. Be Wise, Don't Urinate Here. Music Monday: Politkovskaya and Vysotsky. And now a word from our sponsor. View my complete profile. Monday, September 24, 2007. Music Monday: Politkovskaya and Vysotsky. About a year ago I was in Vienna at a conference concerning the history of self-published texts ( samizdat. The most famous of the Soviet-era bards. In the elevator of her Moscow apartment complex. Reports of ...
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The Moscow Diaries: December 2008
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Chronicling an ethnographer's exciting misadventures in Moscow. Friends, Colleagues, Opponents. Be Wise, Don't Urinate Here. Enjoying it while it lasts. View my complete profile. Saturday, December 27, 2008. I study a kind of music that is variously labeled "authorial song", "bard(ic) song", and/or "guitar poetry depending on the context and the person doing the labeling. Usually I just call it "бардовская песня ( bardovskaya pesnya)". An acquaintance here in Moscow recently gave me a book. B s has its ...
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The Moscow Diaries: B.S.
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Chronicling an ethnographer's exciting misadventures in Moscow. Friends, Colleagues, Opponents. Be Wise, Don't Urinate Here. Enjoying it while it lasts. View my complete profile. Saturday, December 27, 2008. I study a kind of music that is variously labeled "authorial song", "bard(ic) song", and/or "guitar poetry depending on the context and the person doing the labeling. Usually I just call it "бардовская песня ( bardovskaya pesnya)". An acquaintance here in Moscow recently gave me a book. B s has its ...
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The Moscow Diaries: October 2007
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Chronicling an ethnographer's exciting misadventures in Moscow. Friends, Colleagues, Opponents. Be Wise, Don't Urinate Here. View my complete profile. Sunday, October 21, 2007. This weekend I found myself listening to the Police while working to finish up a section of my dissertation proposal that attempts to put Jacques Derrida. Into a productive dialogue with Pierre Bourdieu. Bourdieu-dieu-dieu, Derrida-da-da,. That's all I want to say to you. Bourdieu-dieu-dieu, Derrida-da-da,. Tuesday, October 9, 2007.
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The Moscow Diaries: April 2007
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Chronicling an ethnographer's exciting misadventures in Moscow. Friends, Colleagues, Opponents. Be Wise, Don't Urinate Here. Acculturation is a combat sport. No News is No News. What it feels like. Sometimes it snows in April. I mean, апреле. Show me the funny money. View my complete profile. Thursday, April 26, 2007. Acculturation is a combat sport. A quick update: the last couple of days have been mighty encouraging. What could YOU know about that music? She asked him. Her mood then changed, and sh...
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Be Wise, Don't Urinate Here: Christmas in Ghana
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Be Wise, Don't Urinate Here. Accounting for six months in Accra. Thursday, December 20, 2007. I can tell because it grows daily hotter, climbing up into the 90s. And we begin to feel the dusty hotness of the annual Harmattan winds that blow down from the Sahara. In conclusion, Christmas = reverse-Rapture. A warning: I bought some of those droning Christmas lights - and electrocuted myself quite thoroughly on them. Watch for loose wires. MERRY CHRISTMAS, YOU TWO! December 20, 2007 at 10:31 AM.
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Be Wise, Don't Urinate Here: October 2007
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Be Wise, Don't Urinate Here. Accounting for six months in Accra. Monday, October 29, 2007. On the transitive property of wet dogs. Today the lady who cleans and does our laundry came. After she left, I went into the bathroom. Pause. It smelled rank, exactly like wet dog. It smelled so much like wet dog that I actually went outside to see if there was, in fact, a wet dog lurking outside the window. Back inside Terry found the source of the offensive odor. It went something like this:. This morning at 7:30...
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Be Wise, Don't Urinate Here: March 2008
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Be Wise, Don't Urinate Here. Accounting for six months in Accra. Saturday, March 15, 2008. The home stretch is a bear people. A bear. Somehow in the last few days a strange array of little things have all conspired to go awry. Big things going awry I have always been good at. When many little things go funky it feels like getting caught in one of those sci-fi movies where a million little flesh eating mechanical wasps buzz around. At least, that is how I always imagine it. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).