Anthropology of Nature: Week 14 - 20131130

This blog entry is part of a project for the class Anthropology of Nature. 

Class Reflections:

From GoodReads

This week we did presentations based on the book Conservation is our Government Now by Paige West. The book itself is very interesting, especially after taking Environment and Society with Professor S. She was a geologist by training, petrologist by trade, and it was very interesting to see Environmentalism through her eyes, and I think I see that same representation of it through Dr. West's eyes. These educated people are looking at environmentalism from the perspective of one other than the environmentalist. Now, Professor S was an environmentalist, but she showed us much about greenwashing and I had to (and constantly try to) re-evaluate my own views on environmental acts. I did not agree with her all the time, just as I do not always agree with Dr. West, but both tend to have one major view in common: that politicising and governmentalising environmentalism tends to do more harm than good, in one way or the other. This is, of course, a very broad and sweeping generalizations on both of their opinions, and could be struck down when investigated critically, but serves its purpose here.

I will also note that I was grateful that I was not the only person to point out the societal damage caused by the reformation of the Maimafu peoply by the Seventh Day Adventists. I really truly try to leave religion out of conservations and lessons, especially when the conversation is scientifically based, but as soon as you mention politics it's almost impossible NOT to mention religion. Especially when the politickers are the religionists! I did get an odd high-five from a fellow student over "telling it out", whatever that means. I'm not sure if he was more impressed by the religion part or the rest of it, but I would guess the latter.
Some of the other presentations were quite interesting, and some, of course, were less interesting. I had already planned on finishing the book, since it is actually really intersting. Funny how my motivation waned when I realized it was assigned and no longer intrinsic! Weird.

Observations of Environmental Anthropology in the Specimen "Me":
I've been thinking hard about how to articulate what I want to do with Environmental Science: what I want to get out of it and what I want to "do with it" when I get done with the masters. I met with a professor about being my graduate advisor in the program, and the answers I gave did not seem to satisfy him. It also turned out that though he's worked with birds via population genetics, it's not really his focus, and he thinks I should try someone else. Le sigh. It also seems that even though I'm taking the GRE right after finals, he (and it seems most) won't want to risk getting involved with me until after they see the scores. It makes sense, but does put a hitch in my plans. I'm not sure if I'll be able to secure a letter from an advisor over Winter Break, and my paperwork needs to be completed by Febrauary, when they make the funding decisions. They have some assistanceships available, and I honestly cannot afford to go to graduate school without one. At least, not anywhere near full time. I will find a way, one class at a time, but that resulted in a very long bachelors experience I am hoping to not repeat. So. I need to hone my desires, not so sharp as to already have an idea for my thesis, but sharp enough to be able to articulate (better) what I want out of a masters in Env Sci. Apparently, "doing research and applying that research to conservation projects", was not specific enough. Granted. Now to fix it. Soon.

Ethnography of the South Floridian:
I do not have much to go in this slot this week. At least, nothing positive.

I volunteered with MGSA at the football game. We set up recycle bins and Clearstream recycle bins, and then cleaned up after the tailgate parties. Oh, my. I could not believe the waste and garbage. It was... painful. Seriously. The amount of recycleable materials (glass, plastic, and aluminum) just strewn about, near recycle bins, overflowing from black waste bins, was, unbelievable. I found near a dozen 8 oz water bottles, full, unopened, mired in a 1.5ft diameter puddle of uneaten potato wedges and fry grease. It was so stomach-turning that I could not bring myself to recover the bottles to donate somewhere. Just, unbelievable disgusting. The pile itself was less than a foot from the garbage can, which was full, mostly of recyclables. Cigarette butts, glossy postcard-style ads, plastic bits from decorative whatnots, just, everywhere. Broken thong sandals, hats, reusable cups, just everything. It looked like the opening scene from a post-apocalyptic movie, only instead of dead cars on a dusty road it was party waste on a very green lawn. Ugly. It was so ugly. And all those drinking laughing dancing playing people, seem so ugly.

A man threw his cigarette butt on the ground in front of my house, after buckling his small daughter into the backseat of their Honda CRV style vehicle. I used to think that if I was the facist-dictator-of-America, I would have executed people who littered, because it evinced a certain lack of participation in the continued upkeep of civilization and therefore denoted a uselessness in the human. I've grown up a little, now, were I the facist-dictator-of-America, I might just demand a pinky joint. Especially for cigarette butts. Those things take forever to decompose, and a lot get eaten by animals. I could link a bunch of resources and inundate you with my empassioned disdain for the habit and the waste it causes, but I think I've already painted myself in a negative light this time around.
Cest la vie.


But if you get curious, http://www.cigarettelitter.org/index.asp?PageName=Facts

Anthropology of Nature: Week 13 - 20131123

This blog entry is part of a project for the class Anthropology of Nature. 

Class Reflections:
On Wednesday I got to listen to some fellow students read and show their journal entries. It was really nice to hear my fellow biologist's journal sound as it did, though now I seem to have a problem qualifying it. Mine feels this way to me, when I reflect upon it. Not, technical, per say, but certainly different from those I heard in class. More, analytic maybe. Does that mean I remove myself from the subject? Certainly not. I read once that people might think a scientist loses the ability to see the magic in nature, and therefore cannot love it. On the contrary, the scientist sees the wonder of nature through an entirely different lens, and is still astounded by it. I grok that wonder in the other students in class. I heard their prose and saw them play and listened to their words, and smiled. I love feeling like they are actually interested in being part of their environment, an active and aware part instead of this sad view I seem to have of others (with the littering and the laissez-faire attitude over water and air quality). Someone started up the conversation about litter again, and I was almost overjoyed! Mission Green was tabling that day and bringing volunteers on short litter walks around Heritage Park! I of course announced it to any that might be interested. I did have one girl come and give her contact information! YAY!

Anthropology of Nature: Week 12 - 20131117

This blog entry is part of a project for the class Anthropology of Nature. 

Ah, the adventures of a senior in college. I went out and bought a jar of caffeine pills. Yep. How sad.
I have been making great strides though, in life and in my connectedness to the environment.

Anthropology of Nature: Week 11 - 20131111

This blog entry is part of a project for the class Anthropology of Nature. 

Week 11, technically one day late, on a three day weekend. Eek.
However, I have much opportunity to view the interaction of humans and nature/environment this week. It's been a busy week.

Anthropology of Nature: Week 10 - 20131102

This blog entry is part of a project for the class Anthropology of Nature. 

My Tree is an Endangered Species...Now What?

            When we moved, I lost my mango tree. Granted, I almost loathed it near the end of mango season, when the yard smelled of rotting mangoes (which smells a little like vomit, actually). We have a tree in our new backyard. She has no less than 3 parasites on her. A strange rosemary-like one (with needle-like leaves), a vine with a red-aggregate flower, and one I can only describe as arboreal seaweed. I had seen odd things in the tree and assumed them to be seed pods. Some have fallen and they are indeed seed pods! Interesting ones too. Five lobed pods that split between the lobes. I did not pry the dry, splitting one open to see what was in it, yet. I also found a green one, not yet dry or cracking, and four out of five of a completely broken one. I did not find the seeds that it would have contained.

            It took a little while to find it, but I identified the tree as West Indies Mahogany (Swietenia mahagoni). The Wikipedia page has interesting information about it, including everything from Christopher Columbus to pirates! OK, maybe not pirates, but I think of them when I think of West Indies and the West Indies Trading Company. I also must admit that knowing it is mahogany has had the quote “my apartment smells of rich mahogany” playing in my head all day.

            It also tells me that the tree is Endangered (on the IUCN Red List). This is all at once neat and gives me cause for concern. If it really is a West Indies Mahogany, and it really it endangered, I suddenly feel like I have an obligation to find out how to cure it of its three parasites. Is this the duty of my landlady (as we are but renting)? I am quite sure my landlady wouldn't do anything about the tree, and so I feel like it's almost by duty simply because I'm the only one connected to it that will care!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swietenia_mahagoni

 Swietenia mahagoni, commonly known as the West Indies Mahogany, is a species of Swietenia native to southern Florida, US, The Bahamas, Cuba, Jamaica, St. Croix, United States Virgin Islands, and Hispaniola. It is the species from which the original mahogany wood was produced.

 Swietenia mahagoni is listed as "Threatened" in the Preservation of Native Flora of Florida Act.