the undergrad garth


if you've been hanging around here for awhile, you'll have noticed that one of kb and my favorite anthropological terms is reflexive anthropology. 

reflexive anthropology takes into account the self — the anthropologist conducting the research — within the work. 


this morning i realized i have forty-five days left before i move to boston to begin work on my masters.

it was a moment that will have to be censored should my life merit reenactments.

(also, i sincerely hope that whoever plays me in my award-winning, lifetime biography has an australian accent and carries a paper-mâché machete. just to confuse movie-goers.)

i'm not going to lie, the move itself sort of terrifies me. 

i'm moving to a city i don't know, filled with people i don't, doing work i haven't been doing for the past several years.

the idea of reflexivity and the role it plays in the way we understand life and actions has played a significant role in the way i've approached the cactus garden and the methods of research and educational choices.

recently i've been applying anthropological concepts to my everyday life.

you know, as a coping/processing procedure.

sadly, ethnographies about cheap meats in the pacific islands don't answer all of my questions.


so, today, i'd like to put a question up to you:


at what point does reflexivity cease and normality take hold?

in other words: at what point (or is there a point?) where a situation or an action — living in another city, eating a strange food, dancing a new dance, talking to strangers — becomes a part of your identity? does this ever really happen? or is a part of the self always separate?



basic disclaimer that i probably won't update for months:

you'll notice that a lot of my definitions and such are amalgamations since they're based off of old notes that i haven't read in years. when possible, necessary, or interesting, i'll try to link through to official definitions or sources. in these cases, wikipedia might actually be our friend...

these notes were taken sometime between 2005-2009. how accurate they still are i can't really say.

also, my handwriting is ridiculously annoying to read: f.y.i.