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Qualified to proceed

I won’t brag or anything because, well… what’s the opposite of “with distinction”? Nevertheless, I passed my comprehensive exam today. Three written exams last week and an oral exam today. What does this mean? It means I have to get onto grading all these papers sitting on my desk. It also means that I am finished with the “residential” portion of my degree: completed all the class and course work, and have demonstrated a proficiency in American history and historiography. The fun part is next: the dissertation. First I have to write a proposal for approval. Maybe that will be done by next May. Maybe. That includes finding money, jobs, fellowships and anything else that will pay for the research, and the diabetes. I’ll be in Greensboro at least for next semester because I still have a T.A. and two classes at the Community College. After that—who the hell knows—but I suspect I’ll still be in the area, if not in this exact spot.

Dog is good. She’s more of a scientist than I so knows the mathematical correlation between (quality of the day) and (the latest walk). The math on that hasn’t been too good lately, but it’s about to get better.

And to fill in the “as usual, some things I’m not telling you” category, this isn’t even the dumbest thing that’s happened to me all week.

December 10, 2009 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

my students versus historiography

Asked my students last night to look at the United States in the 1780s and discuss what the Revolution had changed and what it had not changed. One group came up with the perfect analogy.

Say you are living in your mom’s basement and you have to pay rent and you don’t have a job and mom is laying all these rules on you. Life sucks. Then you have a dispute and mom moves out of the house. But you still have to pay rent, you still don’t have a job, you still live in the basement, and you might move into the main house, but you can’t get your shit act together to do that. Life still sucks.

Absolutely perfect. Who needs Gordon Wood when you’ve got community college students!

(This post is for the purpose of procrastination on my part, but I really, really, want to get back into this blog thing. We'll see.)

October 07, 2009 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Hello?

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September 21, 2009 | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack (0)

I should just stop going to this museum

At least with The Lost Colony play, I can (or should) lay aside historical scruples and enjoy the damn show. More on that later, but I should have no trouble anticipating that Roanoke Island Festival Park will deliver competent historical interpretation and visitor services to support the story of Walter Raleigh’s 1580s voyages to Virginia. You know that since I’m blogging this, I was sorely disappointed.

I am at the beach with thirteen of my family and we went out to Roanoke Island Festival Park last Tuesday. Full disclosure requires that I tell you that I worked at the Elizabeth II for a summer in 1995 and subsequently for North Carolina Historic Sites for two years. But this critique is through the eyes of a visitor accompanying a large family from out-of-state who basically know nothing about the history involved.

The Roanoke ventures are important in early America for they marked the beginnings of English expansion into the western world. The geopolitical context—Spanish dominance of the Atlantic world and Native Indian political strategy—shaped the experience of the colony, meant to be a military outpost on the periphery of the Spanish Main. The failure of the Roanoke colony (and the previous failure of the Frobisher Colony in the Northwest Passage) ended official English royal attempts to establish a North American presence. Only a generation later and under the auspices of private companies did permanent settlements take hold in Virginia, Massachusetts Bay, and Barbados. The point here is that the Roanoke voyages are an exceedingly interesting historical story

But they have an even larger appeal as a highly attractive part of the national memory. The Lost Colony aspect is romantic, and appeals to the history as mystery mindset that feeds on basic cable’s exploitation of oddball and unsubstantiated stories as true history. Virginia Dare as the alleged first English child born in the future United States also contributes to the romance.

Anyhow, we arrive and purchase tickets at eight dollars a head. The ticket seller provided no information on what to do next. Was there an orientation film? Where do we enter? Should we visit the museum first? What else do we need to know? Because I am most familiar with the living history side of the site, I dragged the family there first. We walked through an unattended gate. Seriously, what is the point of paying an entrance fee if we could wander in and out at will? This frustration was enhanced by the fact that it turned out to not be worth the price of admission. We walked down the path and passed two unattended and worn out looking displays—one of a partially worked dugout canoe, and the other a set up of Sixteenth Century “games” consisting solely of the same hoop-and-stick you see at every other historic site no matter what the time period.

Finally wandered into the settlement site and were approached by an interpreter who seemed more interested in making us laugh than in explaining what was actually going on. The youngest in our group, a nine year old, was thrown into a foot-operated lathe and a wood workers bench with a spoke shave. When done, I asked him what he was making and he just said, “I don’t know.” The rest of us were similarly regailed with half-interested stories of food trenchers and bowling games.

On to the ship! Two or three lethargic interpreters aboard the ship, one wearing modern glasses, wearily informed us of the quartermaster’s room and the captain’s room. One of them (and some of you may know him) made a rather caustic remark about the nine year old that was really rather funny but rubbed the mother the wrong way. We left the living history area utterly uninformed about the three expeditions that made up the Roanoke colony. One member of my group remarked how it all seemed rather unserious.

This all, I think, violated every rule of effective first person interpretation. Orientation from the very beginning is necessary, especially when entering a first-person interpretive area. Tell us that we are about to enter 1586 and this is how the interpreters will be acting/reacting. The interpreters have to take care that their lessons about lathing wood or stoking coal eventually relate to the larger story of the site. And interpretation shouldn’t be based on making humor out of the time-period differences between the visitor and the interpreter. I think this was the worst living history interpretation I have ever seen, and I have seen a lot. This is in part because I should expect better from North Carolina Historic Sites. I was embarrassed to bring my family there after representing RIFP as a quality historical experience. It was a joke.

Back at the entrance, a ticket taker had appeared but was busy texting. I took the admission sticker off my shirt and walked in and out of the entrance just to see if she noticed. She didn’t. Anyhow, we went into the museum exhibit. I’ve had problems with them before so I’ll spare you. But I did notice one or two additional label misidentifications and whatnot. This would be the ideal place for explaining the broad outlines of the Roanoke colonies, the dubious Virginia Dare claim (and her subsequent veneration by generations of white supremacists), and confronting the often wild speculation on the fate of the Lost Colony. But, no. It is a history of Roanoke Island, which is entirely warranted and necessary, but at a site dedicated to the Roanoke voyages, leaving the larger and more popular questions unaddressed is breach of good museum practice.

You can pass this off as my usual critical crankiness, but I’m not the only one who has had this experience.

The Lost Colony production, while fraught with historical goofiness and fiction, is a good application of visitor services, including appropriate orientation, and interested and engaging interpreters, all well before the play actually began. The Lost Colony itself is an interesting cultural artifact. First produced in 1937, it encapsulates a folk vision of early America as a place of renewal and the dreamscape of democracy and manifest destiny. Whatever. The part that really got to me is the interpretation of Native Americans. Scenes of their ritual ceremonies contained quite a bit of modern dance and the Indian dialogue amounted to “White Man. Must. Leave.” Some of the costuming for the Natives is admirably based on the John White drawings and Powhatan’s mantle, but they have larger issues they need to deal with.

July 25, 2009 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Checking in

Ok. Up here in Hoodbridge doing my comps reading. Mom is away at her high school reunion so it’s just me and the dog.

Lizzie has had an unfortunate turn. Everything has happened at once. These include 1. Pinched nerve in her shoulder, 2. Inflamed disc in her neck, 3. Me forgetting to give her the glucosamine for two weeks and now she can barely stand up on her back legs. She’s in a bit of pain and you know how that gets me all anxious and depressed. I had to get out of the house today so she would lay still and so I wasn’t getting nervous at every move and whimper. So I drove all over Northern Virginia, sitting in traffic, looking for a coffee shop with free internet and apparently Alexandria, Ballston, and Clarendon, for all their charm, don’t have any. Can you believe that? Found a good old Panera for a while but then headed home.

Didn’t expect the dog to be recovered but she still looked pretty bad and so we went to the vet who found nothing out of the ordinary that a little prescription muscle relaxer and glucosamine couldn’t fix. So she’s at home now, resting. I’m relieved, but still had to go back out.

Now, Woodbridge, bless its heart, is so trashy that the Borders and this café in the Wegman’s grocery store are the only things that even pretend to pass as cultural space and I’m just tickled to have found it with it’s free internet, couches, and coffee bar.

So this is how I’m spending my days, usually—reading. And I’m not getting quite as much done as I need to. But just need to keep plugging away.

Anyhow, I had a lot of nifty links, but I can’t think of any of them right now.

June 26, 2009 | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)

Returned

Ok so I am back from Namibia and, well... yeah,... humidity. Photographs here.

June 09, 2009 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Straight outta Swakop

Ok so here we are at an internet café in Swakopmund. This town is by the sea and it smells of saltwater and is actually quite cold. Must be about 65 degrees outside. The Benguela current from the Antarctic keeps it this way. Arandis, where my brother lives, is 70 km to the east and up on a plateau and it gets up to 120 degrees in the summer and it stays cool here in Swakop. Good thing it is winter here. For a desert—a very arid desert—it is pleasantly not very hot. Which is nice.

Anyhow, we spend a day in Windhoek looking around. I saw baboons. Arandis is a three hour drive to the north and west from the capital city. Arandis is a mining town. Kind of like an old mill village. All the houses are uniform and made of concrete blocks, tightly packed along the dirt dusty roads. My brother is in one of them.

I have learned to drive a right sided car on the left side of the road. Now if I could only rent a motorcycle for cheap I'd be in business.

Well, I could carry on, but won’t. I’ve been, and hopefully will be, posting pictures to my flickr stream. Maybe a video or two on Facebook as well. My cell phone reception is actually real good here, but don’t call, that could get very spendy. You can text, though. Seems alright since I don’t know how much those are costing me! Apparently we are heading “to the north” tomorrow for about three or four days of camping. I don’t know what kind of reception I’ll get up there. So, talk to you later.

May 26, 2009 | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)

Summer plans

So the weather gets all perfect at home, finally, and I have to leave town, dammit. This Friday (um, today) my mom, my brother and I will be boarding a plane and flying to Namibia. That’s right—Namibia, bitches. Look it up.

We’re visiting my missionary brother and his family. Brian and I sure have a lot to do trying to unravel all of Steven’s good work. Just kidding, of course. We’ll be there for two weeks all driving around the desert watching giraffes wrestle and elephants surf down sand dunes. At least that’s what I’m told we’ll see.

When I return, I will fiddle-fart around a while before settling down here at my mom’s house for a good six to eight weeks of reading for my comprehensive exams in December. So right now I’m actually moved out of my place in Greensboro, unemployed, and  living temporarilyin this notorious shit-hole, Woodbridge. I’ll return to God’s Country in August.

I’ll try to post updates and photographs from the road, but I don’t know how functional the internet will be.

Now I’m going to go wash my mouth out with soap.

May 21, 2009 | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack (0)

I love this President


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Originally uploaded by The Official White House Photostream.

May 19, 2009 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

Let me ask you this

How valid are distinctions between Revolutionary rhetoric, Jeffersonian Republicanism and Jacksonian Democracy when considering the domestic arrangements of common people and the development of a political economy based thereon? Can’t it all just be thought of as Enlightenment, or liberal, values? I’d be obliged if you can let me know when you figure this out.

Can you imagine my delight when one of my students turned in a paper on the Civil War that 1) compared the Civil War’s 902 casualties to the casualties in the War on Switzerland, 2) discussed the Battle of Spurious Springs, and 3) how General Lee, at the head of the Union army won the War of Gettysburg which is the most remembered War of the Civil War. I don’t care if it is all made up; what a work of imaginative genius!

Now can you imagine my disappointment when I discover that he plagiarized all this from a parody website.

Also, can you imagine my frustration that neither skreemr nor youtube has the song I’m wanting to post along with this.

May 07, 2009 | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)

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