Overheating - Writings from the field
Fieldwork updates from our researchers across the globe
What can explain the success of UKIP (United Kingdom Independence Party) that with it´s hard Eurosceptic and anti-immigration message has emerged as the most significant political force in post-war Britain? To find out, Postdoc Cathrine Moe Thorleifsson has travelled to Doncaster town in South Yorkshire, a UKIP hotspot.
Robert Pijpers: social anthropologist and movie star in the making..?
Allow a short prelude. Early in my Australian fieldwork, I had the opportunity to sit in on a public consultation concerning the Queensland Government's plans for the Great Barrier Reef. Being considered a matter of national importance, the Federal government (Canberra) is also involved in these plans.
From dry desert to prospering boomtown: Welcome to El Pedregral
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Wherever there is change, there also seems to be disappointment.
‘It is the ugliest town in Australia; I think you should go there.’
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.