After the Case Study Project

I found myself getting very emotional during the course of my research for our group case study.  I summarized the effects of colonialism on the culture of the Lower Elwha Klallam Tribe and I tried to condense more than 300 years of abuse, oppression, and desecration of the Klallam people into 1,500 words. I knew it would be impossible for me to do it justice.

Meanwhile, I acknowledge that I am part of that same colonial structure that continues to oppress the First Peoples of Canada and the United States. I live on the Saanich Peninsula, which is home to four Coast Salish First Nations groups (Pauquachin, Tsartlip, Tsawout and Tseycum). I live a few of blocks away from the ocean and a long stretch of expensive waterfront homes. What was on the land before they were built? I don't mean the modest mid-century bungalows that were on those lots a couple decades ago. What was the history of the land I take for granted? I have heard from my best friend that the beach down the road from me was once littered with stone tools. When her grandfather was a boy, he found a partially constructed dugout canoe in a pile of driftwood on that same beach, and if his stories are to be believed, him and his friends vandalized and sank it in the bay. My husband tells me that when the sewage pump station was constructed down the road from his mother's house, human remains of First Nations origin were found. I have tried to find news stories and reports that I could read on this, but I haven't been successful in my search. It's not too hard for me to imagine that the familiar structures around me were similarly built on top of the remains of villages and cemeteries.

The university I attend is built on unceded First Nations land. As a university student, I am part of the power structure that controls knowledge, the avenues of access to that knowledge, and what sources of knowledge are legitimized and respected. As an anthropology student specifically, I have to be aware of the highly colonial origins of this field of study. And as I work towards graduation, I must ask myself, What sort of anthropologist will I be? I have heard fellow students state that the pursuit of knowledge is more important than unquantifiable things like the feelings of the people and artifacts we study. There is a long history to this type of thinking. There is a history of anthropologists studying cultures, but devaluing the thoughts, words, opinions, and feelings of the very people they study. But I don't want to be that sort of anthropologist. I don't want to elevate my own voice above the voices of already marginalized people. Instead, I would like to be like a loudspeaker; an instrument that amplifies the voices of others so their stories can be heard. I feel that as archaeologists and anthropologists, we have a responsibility to respect voices of both the living and the dead.

Here is a video from the Lower Elwha Klallam of band members performing their traditional Welcome Song to a returning canoe. It kind of cheered me and helped me to process some of the emotions I had after working on this project. I hope for a better future.

Hey! Look! It's something about UVic!

I was scrolling through my news feed today and I noticed a familiar name! Dr. April Nowell, an Anthropology professor here at the University of Victoria, has co-published an exciting new study with Genevieve von Petzinger on non-figurative symbols in cave art.

Typology of Non-Figurative Signs (after Genevieve von Petzinger) [Source]

According to the article:

"Building on previous work by other scholars who tended to focus on the local or regional level, von Petzinger and Nowell were surprised by the clear patterning of the symbols across space and time—some of which remained continually in use for over a period of 20,000 years. The 26 specific signs may provide the first glimmers of proof that a graphic code was being used by these ancient humans shortly after their arrival in Europe, or they may have even brought this practice with them. If correct, these findings will contribute to the growing body of evidence that the creative explosion occurred tens of thousands of years earlier than scholars once thought. Von Petzinger and Nowell’s findings have been reported in the New Scientist journal and their research continues to explore the meaning of the symbols." [Source]

So that's really exciting research! Maybe it's evidence of a rudimentary paleolithic alphabet? It's intriguing that the same non-figurative symbols have been used in so many places over such a long period of time. I can't wait to hear more about it as this research continues.

It's always jarring to see names of people you've met in the news, but logically, I know that as I continue on in Anthropology, I'll only come across more and more names that I recognize... professors who've taught me, authors of articles and textbooks that I've read, and later on, former classmates and other colleagues. Maybe my name will be on an article one day, and one of my former professors or classmates will get that shock of recognition and say, "Hey! I know her!"

Just make sure to reference me properly in your bibliography.

My Grave Goods (or, How I'd Mess With Future Archaeologists)

I know this is supposed to be a very serious assignment on what sort of grave goods we'd like in our graves, and how we'd like to be remembered, but given limitless options (and money to pull it off) I don't think I'd be able to resist having fun with it and messing with the minds of future archaeologists. Here is a brief list of the things I'd want buried with me:

- Laid over the grave, a stone tablet inscribed with the words: "Here lies Queen Jennifer, who lived to the auspicious age of 1042. She is descended from the royal line of King Arthur, upon his emigration to Canada in 498 A.D. Aided by the royal wizard, Gandalf, she defeated Voldemort and brought peace to the Kingdom of Hyrule, as foretold in the Sacred Texts."

- A silver flask in my left hand. Engraved on the flask are the words: "This the actual true Holy Grail. Awarded for winning the Dance Dance Revolution (and Jousting) Competition of 2012." Inside the flask should be traces of intoxicating drink (possibly gin).

- In my right hand, a golden Nintendo Wii-mote inscribed with the words: "Ye Royal Sceptre."

- On my head, a golden circlet incribed in elvish with the words: "One ring to rule them all."

- A scattering of coins embossed with my likeness would be placed inside my boots.

- Then, just to really confuse them, I would be dressed in a monogrammed nylon track suit.

- My casket would be shaped like a TARDIS.

Imagine the chaos when my tomb is discovered hundreds of years from now! Who was this richly ornamented queen? Where are the sacred texts referred to on the stone tablet? Why does her royal sceptre require AA batteries?

There would be lively debate among Jenniferian scholars about whether I was literally or symbolically descended from a British mythological king who may or may not have existed in post-Roman Britain. Remaining fragments of Lord of the Rings, and the Harry Potter series would be poured over in humidity-controlled rooms by experts in white gloves, looking for any mention of me. Someone would publish a paper on my true age according to the skeletal remains and radio-carbon dating, flying boldly in the face of traditional scholarship's acceptance of my given age of 1042. Someone else would publish an article hypothesizing that I was a priestess and an earthly representation of the triple-aspect goddess, Galadriel-Zelda-Guinevere. A pop-science magazine would reprint the article with the spin that I may have had *~magical powers~*. Someone would speak in a symposium about how the coins in my boots were placed there so I could purchase foot rubs after my long walk to eternity.

In short, I would go to my grave assured in the knowledge that my practical joke will employ generations of future academics... at least until they find this blog entry.

Treatment of the Body

There are two "alternative" burial methods that I find particularly interesting: Space Burial and Memorial Diamonds.

Space burial is exactly what it sounds like. Well, maybe not exactly... you don't really get buried, of course. Instead, a loved one can have some of your cremated ashes launched into orbit. It's pretty cool! Deceased Star Trek alumni Gene Roddenberry, Majel Barrett-Roddenberry, and James Doohan had all chosen this option for their remains. It isn't even all that expensive... according to one source I found online, the starting price to have a "symbolic" (read: minuscule) portion of your ashes sent into orbit is only $695. Not bad! And sort of a touching final frontier for those above mentioned Star Trek personalities who helped popularize many of the ideas we have about space travel today.

But perhaps launching your loved ones into space seems a little too distant and you'd like to keep them closer to you? If so, the carbon in the cremated remains can be compressed down into diamonds! I think it's a really neat idea. Maybe your atoms can continue on as a piece of heirloom jewelry that's passed along in the family. Maybe if enough generations in a family adopt this method, someone can inherit a sparkly diamond tiara containing all of their ancestors! And there's the added benefit that your Aunt Mildred's ashes won't end up all over your carpet when the cat knocks over the urn on your mantle. (Of course, there's still the risk that Aunt Mildred-turned-into-a-diamond-ring might end up in the U-bend of your bathroom sink.)

Here's a video I found on the subject of Memorial Gems while I was searching:

Liminality, the Dead, and the Undead

Another anthropology class I'm taking right now is The Anthropology of Zombies, and it's interesting to see the overlaps in content between the zombie class and our class about Funerary Archaeology. In particular, I've noticed that there has been significant discussion on the concepts of Rites of Passage and liminality in both classes. In our archaeology class, we've talked about funerals as a rite that helps individuals move from the realm of the living to the afterlife, and helps communities and families move forward through their mourning. What I've found particularly fascinating in the zombie class, however, is the idea of this liminal period being suspended indefinitely. Instead of passing naturally from a state of life to a state of death, zombies are perpetually "betwixt and between." And in their state that is both and neither living and dead, they are monstrous to us.

Image from AMC's "The Walking Dead" television series (2011).

Yikes. An NYU student is assigned an ethnographic study of Occupy Wall Street and mass-emails her objections to EVERYONE.

From the article:

At around 3:17 on Wednesday morning, every student in NYU's Department of Social and Cultural Analysis received a bizarre "open letter" to NYU President John Sexton, from a student who claimed she'd been "forced" to do an ethnographic assignment on Occupy Wall Street. It was 2,800 words long, oddly typeset, and quickly followed up by another five equally eccentric emails. Someone sent us the full set of emails, which everyone at NYU—and elsewhere—was talking about. Want to read them? 

The background, from what we can tell, is this: Professor Caitlin Zaloom assigned a class to do an ethnographic study of Occupy Wall Street. One student, Sara Ackerman—who objected to being "forced," in her words, to interview "criminals, drug addicts, mentally ill people, and of course, the few competent, mentally stable people"—did not like this. She seems to have complained several times, eventually attempting to confront NYU President John Sexton at Bobst Library; and when he (according to Ackerman) sent her to the "Mental Health exchange," she let fly with the early-morning "open letter."

Read more at the source...

Source: gawker.com [The Crazy Department-Wide Emails That Everyone At NYU Is Talking About]

Best Thing of the New Year: 3-D Virtual Tour of Lascaux

In celebration of the discovery of the Lascaux cave complex and it's influence today on our knowledge of prehistoric art, the Ministry of Culture and Communications in France has updated the website for Lascaux to include a three-dimensional virtual tour. Visitors to the website can travel from chamber to chamber in the caves and view close-up, high-definition images of the paintings from almost any angle.

Since the caves were closed to the public (due to moisture and fungal contamination) in 1963, this website is the only chance that many people will have to view the famous cave complex.

Still image from the website of cave art located in the Axial Gallery.
© Ministre de la culture et de la communication

Indiana Jones doesn't work here...

...and neither does Dr. River Song. But that's okay. Real archaeologists may not get into gun fights so often or outrun giant boulders, but that doesn't mean that real archaeology isn't exciting.

I've started this blog because I'd like to share some of the real world archaeological articles, pictures, and video clips that I find fascinating, as well as some of my own thoughts. I hope that you'll find them interesting, too.

It's going to be fun!

Click for magical moving image!
Image: Harrison Ford as Indiana Jones
©LucasArts

But how can you say "trust me" when I don't know anything about you?

Fair enough! I'll share a little about myself. My name is Jennifer and I'm a mature student, returning to university to finish my anthropology degree after a 10-year absence from academia. I enjoy reading, hiking, and spending time with my 3-year-old daughter. I write a weekly column for a popular feminist blog, and I am a regular contributor to a podcast on intersectionality and geek culture.