Friday, May 8, 2009

"SO JUST WHAT DO YOU STUDY ANYWAY?"

The end of the academic year always brings with it last-minute paper writing, the sweet smell of springtime, and that favorite of thirsty graduate students everywhere, the departmental party.  After everyone has raided the hors d'oeuvres and gotten a few drinks in their belly we all tend to feel less embarrassed about the fact that we've been going to school with someone for three years and still have no idea what they study.  It's easier than you think in a four-field department. My archaeologist and bio-anthropologist friends speak totally different academic languages than I do (I once visited Georgia in the Bone Lab and saw a list the bioanth kids had made titled "words from cultural anthropology that we don't understand").

I've also found myself doing a little more explaining about my plans for next year ever since the bestowal of grants and monies on my person worked to finally convince a few people (I'm talking to you Matt Dunn) that I might be doing something interesting and possibly even important.  In all honesty I usually avoid bringing up my research outside of my academic circle; I'm more than aware that compared to the exciting artistic endeavors of my friends, the things I spend my days thinking and writing about aren't exactly fun party topics. But if you are curious, I'm happy to share. And since both of my grants are from the federal government, you might as well know what you paid for. Below is a summary I wrote for the NSF on my planned dissertation research on "Consumer Protection and Citizenship in China." I should add that I was required to specifically address the "intellectual merit" and "broader impacts" of my research, else I probably wouldn't have sounded like such a self-impressed prat. Enjoy.

In present-day China, state-sponsored consumer organizations serve as the primary channel for citizens seeking redress for injustices encountered in the marketplace, the only arbiters who can engage the state and the market on issues of “fairness.” Although these organizations and the legal framework for the protection of consumer rights that justifies their existence were designed by party-state bureaucrats primarily as a means of self-preservation, they have laid the institutional and legal groundwork for a new activism grounded in the belief that empowered citizen-consumers can challenge state and market actors who infringe upon their consumer rights. This research will show how Chinese citizens are creating new political identities and changing prevailing ideals and practices of citizenship through consumer activism. As a participant observer in a Chinese consumer organization, the Co-Principal Investigator [that's me] will investigate contested conceptions of consumerism and citizenship at a critical moment in state-society relations to see if efforts by the Chinese state to buttress its authority will arm people with the tools to challenge that very authority.

The intellectual merit of this project derives from the creative approach it takes towards understanding the changing relationship of ordinary Chinese to their government. Research on contemporary China influenced by theories of development which highlight the importance of a civic sphere has frequently concluded that a lack of non-state civic associations coupled with pervasive corruption and insecurity in the marketplace makes for a fragile state-citizen relationship which could undermine future economic growth. Such predictions ignore the possibility that state-sponsored institutions and officially promulgated ideologies calling for the protection of consumers could become tools used by citizens to engage with state and market actors, leading to a transformed civil sphere. This research will examine whether this transformation is occurring within consumer protection institutions, providing a new perspective on development and social change in one-party states. The relationship of consumerism to political activism is also central to this research, which will ask whether the discourse of consumer rights impedes civic engagement or presents possibilities for empowerment. By exploring the ways in which individual citizens articulate their consumer rights and how the state seeks to channel this discourse, this project will challenge the argument that consumption negates class and worker identities and neutralizes political engagement.

The broader impacts of the project lie with its contribution towards answering a question central to understanding contemporary China: is it possible to have a prosperous consumer society without representative democracy? Product scandals in China have garnered a great deal of media interest but almost no scholarly attention. Images of disgruntled and angry citizens in the international media do not speak to how individual consumers are taking advantage of state resources to protect their families from dangerous products. If consumer identities have become central to what it means to be a citizen in present-day China then shifts in structural relationships between citizens, markets, and the state will be captured and embedded in the language of consumer protection, which foregrounds ideas of safety and fairness. This research also has vital ramifications for the safety of consumers around the world. Chinese consumers are the largest market for Chinese-produced goods, including the fakes and counterfeits, unsafe toys, and tainted foodstuffs that have entered numerous overseas markets. If Chinese citizens can utilize consumer protection organizations to make political demands for a stronger domestic regulatory regime, they will transform the global marketplace for the betterment of all of its consumers.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

LITTLE 5

Last weekend was Bloomington’s Little 500, an annual bicycle race precipitated by the biggest party week of the year. During the week undergraduate attendance drops by nearly half, the school newspaper publishes op-eds about why Little 5 is the greatest college party in the whole U.S. of A., and kiddy pools and beer pong tables materialize on every block in preparation for the weekend. As early as Tuesday it is not uncommon to see sloshy teenagers slip n’ sliding on hefty bags or playing a beanbag game known as “cornhole” in their front yards. There is an almost constant level of squealing. At about 11am on Friday I was riding to campus and passed a house party spilling out into the street. Girls in fluorescent shorts and matching sorority-designating purple t-shirts milled about and a guy on the porch wearing an empty Natural Ice box on his head did a robot dance to Kanye West. Did I mention that Ludacris performed at one of the Fraternity houses at some point?

I spent most of the weekend getting work done on the deserted campus and puppy-sitting for the charming but spoiled Oscar (below), who refused to walk like a normal dog and insisted instead on being carried everywhere.

On Friday the anthropology department held its Skomp Lecture, featuring a fascinating woman who studies human skin color and argues that it cannot be used to classify people into groups or races because similar colors have evolved many times in many places. She spoke optimistically of our first “moderately pigmented president.” Afterwards there was a departmental reception (baby quiches, wine, and awkwardness!) and then a graduate student party that I wanted to escape from the second I arrived. Though I am not looking forward to packing my bags I am ready to leave again. A good thing, as my summer travel plans promise to feature Austin, St. Louis, Seattle, San Francisco, D.C., and possibly South Carolina and Alabama and that's all before I leave for China early in the Fall.

More on all of that later, but first, for all of you that don't enjoy the rare pleasure of living in a college town, a few pictures of the Little 500 festivities (and their aftermath). I tried to take them surreptitiously with my phone, fearing drunken reprisals and harassment. Collective inebriation emboldens college students to yell insults and provocations at total strangers, and after a week of riding my bike around town and being honked at, directed to the race location, and repeatedly regaled with "go little 5 woo-hoo!", I didn't feel like encouraging them.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

MATRIMONY, MARYBETH STYLE

I do realize that technically, matrimony takes two, but for me, the trip to NYC was all about MB. Long one of my most treasured and most admired friends, Marybeth is one of those people who is just too good to be true, except for the fact that she is. Brilliant, charming, principled, loyal, and eternally stylish, Marybeth is one of those friends that makes you feel better about yourself for the mere virtue of knowing that she thinks you're cool too.

I have all kinds of fantastic memories of our times at the LSE, but as those days, thank god, were not digitally recorded, I will happily start here, at the bachelorette party. You can't see it here, but all of us had recently been baptized in penis and testicle-shaped confetti.

A girl after my own chinky heart, MB brought an animatronic panda to the hotel pre-party.

Jason had something to say about being included in the festivities.

From Tribeca, we moved to on to the tranny-tastic decadence of Lips NYC.

Jason proved very popular.

Like all of us, Marybeth was captivated by Mary J. Blige, in addition to being moved by the signature frozen cosmopolitans.

On Saturday afternoon I made my way to Jersey City, where I was greeted with this marquee upon my exit from the PATH train station at Journal Square.

The interior of the theater, built in the 1920s and perpetually in the process of restoration, was phenomenal.

The bride and groom dance their first dance to The Cure.

Hanging with the bridal party.

I'm not sure why, but judging from his hand gestures, Cy appeared to feel that something at the wedding was "wiggety wiggety wack".

Quite possibly my very favorite picture of the night.

Oh open bar....

The following afternoon, a few of us met up in Central Park. It was a gorgeous Spring day.

And it didn't take us long to polish off the rotisserie chicken that Ursula and Donnie brought. Oh the innocence of those happy hours before I knew the fate that awaited me in Terminal A!

Mrs. Christiansen, in a white trench coat, takes a stroll to call her mister.

This is what soulfusion looks like, my friends.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

$$$!!!$$$!!!$$$!!!$$$!!!$$$!!!$$$

A very obtusely worded e-mail arrived in my inbox today and from it I slowly deduced the news that I have won a grant for my dissertation research next year from the National Science Foundation. It is less money than the Fulbright but more social capital, and y'all know how I prize social capital over shekels any old day. 

HOORAY! I HAVE BEEN FUNDED!!! 

ADDENDUM:

On Monday I received word that I have also been granted a Fulbright. The news continues to be excellent though as a friend recently noted, if ATM machines start suddenly spitting out cash at me as I walk by I might start to wonder if that deal with the devil that I made didn't work a little too well.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR

Guarding my precious outlet at the Newark airport

Well I didn't exactly wish for more time spent at airports, but after looking at the last 24 hours in light of my recent posting on my love of the places I'm feeling a wee bit superstitious.

Checking in at Newark yesterday afternoon I was informed by the computer that my flight had been cancelled and rescheduled for first thing the next morning. I sought out the help of an airline employee but nothing else was available. I made the quick decision to stick it out instead of heading back into the city, not wanting to bother my friends again and figuring it would be a huge hassle to make the trip back out again at 3:30am. I now feel that was a poor decision. I'm sure I could have worked something out that was superior to wandering around Terminal A from 1pm to 11pm, squeezing in a few hours of sleep on a large luggage trolley (the only place warm enough), spending a further 4 hours at Chicago/O'Hare on a layover this morning, then squeezing into the back row of a tiny 2-engine next to a morbidly obese man on the flight back to Indy. I tried to feel compassion for him, primarily to keep from feeling resentment, but he was asleep almost the whole flight and while I was squeezed as far against the wall as possible, his arm kept dropping into my space; elbow in my waist, weighty forearm pressing limply against mine, and hand brushing my thigh. I would try to push the offending limb away but it kept falling back as he fell straight back to sleep. Eventually I settled for a childish solution, building a defense composed of my book and an in-flight magazine. This at least limited actual contact.

Now I am back again at the Indianapolis airport, waiting for the next Bloomington shuttle bus. I'm really tired. New York was excellent but I spent too much money and slept too little and now my nerves are shot and I'm trying to remember what it is I like so much about travel. I went to the restroom right after my flight landed and promptly burst into sudden tears. I want to go home.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

NO ONE DOES IT LIKE YOU

Emmy sent me a link last night to this strange and wonderful video by one of my most favorite bands. I just watched it again in the Indianapolis airport, which is currently crowded with Army reservists in fatigues, crewcuts, and sand-colored boots eating breakfasts from McDonald's. I want to ask one of them where they are headed but I won't; I'll just worry about their fates from the steel and glass sterility of this shiny new airport.

I'm off to NYC today for Marybeth and Cy's wedding and wedding-associated activities. I've been looking forward to this for ages but right now I am so perfectly comfortable and calm that I feel little of the excitement I expected. Such is the effect airports have on me. Give me some cavernous lobbies with windows onto runways, bad art mixed with surprisingly good art, coffee, a scone, and a few minutes to browse the magazines, and I'm happy as a clam. At least I am until I get on one of those infernal flying machines.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

HAIKUS ABOUT LOS ANGELES

Inspired by the magnificent Laura Etling and her happy hour haikus, I have composed a few poetic descriptions of my spring break experience in Los Angeles. Several were collaborations between my father and I, composed during our many hours in the car.

On St. Patrick's Day
Dive bar Guinness tap is broke
Hark, a repairman!

Sorry dear papa
You had bacon in your lunch
No more for today

Cars gleam in hot sun
Wisteria in the air
Who walks in L.A.?

Go slow go fast stop
Signaling is for pussies
Obey the freeway

In thrall to mammon
And on the hunt for vintage
Father, to Melrose!

Cars in front, behind
On and on and on and on
Hypnotic taillights

Gucci sunglasses
On latino landscaper
Rhinestones = caliente

In Los Angeles
I learned a life lesson
From the movie "Heat"

Returning from L.A. is always a little strange. It certainly isn't home, nor will it ever be, but having been there more than a dozen times over the last several decades it does have a certain familiarity and holds more than a few good memories. It is also an awkward transition going back to normal interactions after hanging out with my dad all week (if you've ever had the honor to meet him this will make perfect sense). I find myself insulting strangers (albeit playfully), wondering why no one is laughing at my Daffy Duck impersonation, and asking myself the kind of questions one is faced with over the course of a reasonably bad hangover: what did I do? did I really eat that? did I embarrass myself? why is "meatballs" written in sharpie on my hand? (okay, maybe I DO know the answer to that one) why was that guy wearing a joker costume? why am I so thirsty?


and yet, I know I'll do it all over again - not next weekend, but soon. I'll never learn my lesson.