The three crises of globalisation: An anthropological history of the early 21st century
Fieldwork updates from our researchers across the globe:
A place that was left behind
Feb 10, 2014
In retrospect, it is easy to see that the opening of the Stuart Shale Oil plant was the beginning of the end for Targinnie as a living rural community.
A short letter from the field – researchers trying to inform government policy
Jan 27, 2014
In Sierra Leone, as well as in many developing and resource rich countries in the world, there is an increasingly important debate regarding local content: the use of local products and services by foreign investors.
On Cars, Trains, and Buses – and their absence
Jan 22, 2014
The only way to leave Lac La Biche other than by private car are the overland buses. On some days they don’t show up, on some they are way too early, on most days they are late.
Toadbusting at Tondoon Botanic Gardens
Jan 8, 2014
A little while ago, I caught fifty slimy amphibians with my bare hands, put them into a sack and promptly delivered them to be killed in an industrial-sized freezer. My usually peaceful and animal-friendly self felt surprisingly pleased with itself for carrying out this act, which was intended to protect the lives of other animals.
“The world is upside-down”: Concerns about climate, food, and money in Chivay
Dec 19, 2013
Many things have changed in Chivay, but at the same time, it feels like it have just been a couple of days since I left.
Lunsar: expectations in a changing environment*
Dec 13, 2013
Wherever there is change, there also seems to be disappointment.
The high point of industrialism
Dec 5, 2013
‘It is the ugliest town in Australia; I think you should go there.’
Aqua Vita in the Philippines
Oct 23, 2013
On my 5th day in Subic Bay, we found a dead pig on the shore, buried in sand all the way up to its snout. The stray dogs had not gotten to it yet, and there was no smell, either. Just the sad, solemn sight of this animal that had been caught by the water, carried off into the sea, and then washed ashore on our beach. I could not stop staring at it, wondering about the people it had belonged to before its sudden death by drowning.