Tags: garb

More pictures of my craftivism in the name of research

I just finished the fully reversible matching hood to my gown. It took me about 5 hours to make, including drafting the pattern. I got -really- good at inserting gores, though (there were like 24 of them). I balanced my camera on my dress maker's form (tricky to do, since there's a knob on top of it), then I set the timer & ran to hop up on my coffee table in time. The hood is made in such a way so that when the two-tone part is on the outside, the colors match up with the gown. The whole outfit is pretty comfortable, and I think I might actually get cold rather than hot.

In & out of the field

Today was day 2 of fighter practice. Less people showed up, but it was still a good practice. It's all data, right? That reminds me that I need to send out pdf copies of the consent forms. Observing was a lot more comfortable this time, not that it's really hard to feel comfortable around everyone in the first place. Everyone I've met so far has been very friendly and interested in helping me.

Since I -have- to take notes (I take them on small 2" by 3" pieces of paper, which seem to be less distracting than a huge notebook), I make it a point to let anyone who asks or wants to read my notes. If they can. I have to write very small, and my shorthand is weird. But I think it's important to share, or try to share, what I'm writing about them. I think it's more ethical that way. One individual always asks about my notes, but then declines the offer to read them when I hand the notes over. I explained that I was just taking notes to help me remember things that I might forget later. I also told the person that, if they didn't want me to take notes I wouldn't, and all they had to do was tell me to exclude them from the study and I would. <<Another reason why I need to get those consent forms out.

I'm starting to feel something like a real anthropologist. Can't wait for graduate school....

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Running & Anthropology

Although I was still ridiculously sore from Tuesday, I decided to go on my usual run anyway. It was nice, although I didn't see any of my usual motivators (flocks of redwing black birds, calfs racing each other, surprised cows chewing their cud, etc). There was an old man walking on the side of the road. I ran faster to meet him. I'm thinking about incorporating some barefoot running on a treadmill once a week, which means the dreaded rec center.

When I'm not thinking about how hard it is to breath (I've NEVER been able to talk while I run, not even back in the days when I was running 3-4 miles and swimming the 500 3 times a week), I think about anthropology while I run. Today, I thought about my biological anthropology paper, which I should be working on right now. It's on homology and homoplasy and how they are used in systematics. The literature that I've read so far is rather dense, but I've tried to pick out 5 really good articles. Most of them are about the definition and/or identification of homoplasy and phylogenetic systematics. One person made a good point: that homoplasy might still refer to characteristics that arise from common ancestry, albeit very, very distant common ancestry. It's a good thing this paper only has to be 5 pages (as in, I can't more than that), although part of me wishes that the topic was either more specific or that there wasn't an assigned topic at all.

The rest of the time I thought about how I'm going to make my garb for gulf wars. I have a feeling that I'm getting so excited about sewing that I'm planning on making too many things. Also, I'm a perfectionist when it comes to garment-making. So, I don't want the garb to be functional. I also want it to look good, maybe not exactly specific to a certain period, but good.

I also thought about the physics of running: what the leg bones and foot bones do, how the pelvis moves. I imagined my organs bouncing around inside my abdominal cavity. I hope that doesn't really happen. Then I started paying more attention to what my body was actually doing. And, I kept feeling like I was leaning more to the right, and when I tried to correct it...well I couldn't really correct it. I don't know if it was because I was running on slightly uneven pavement (it's a pretty crappy road) or because of the 10 degree curve (to the right) that I actually -do- have in my spine. Or, maybe I just run really weird. I mean, I know my form is terrible.

I'm really excited about going to fighter practice again on Sunday. I think I was supposed to go to armor-making class tonight, but I -do- have this paper to write, which I should start working on right now.