Anthropologicalleigh

Raining on my own Parade

Raining on my own Parade

  The rain falls on the rooftop café in Aspen, quickly turning into pez-sized hail. The man and his jack-o-lantern faced daughter run out to play in it – he snaps a requisite shot of her scrawny frame in front of the bubbling pink fountain. Another man, white-haired and khakied, explains how hail works to […]


#foodporn in the mechanical age of reproduction

#foodporn in the mechanical age of reproduction

I’m having problems with the diss, naturally. And sometimes when you take a look at if from a different angle that can really help, like talking it out with someone. The thing is, much like trying to listen and understand what my father or brother do in their marketing or engineering jobs, there’s something in […]


10 minutes 1/2/2016

10 minutes 1/2/2016

Ok, I’m starting off slow. 10 minutes, timed, every day, hopefully for a month. Good, bad, ugly, ding! Publish. How much will I regret this when I want to get a job? Today’s Topic: How Mad is Dad Did anyone else grow up in a household where the question of the day was often, “How […]


Life is an Experiment…What’s my hypothesis?

Life is an Experiment...What's my hypothesis?

How many unfinished blog posts do you have in your list? How many times have you told yourself that you would thematically organize, update and be more deliberate about your rantings on the internet? How many times have you questioned the hubris entailed in throwing yourself at the web, simultaneously hoping it will be lost […]


Dear Friends

Dear Friends

Dear friends, I’ve thought of a million ways to write and send this letter, and not one has come up as the proper way to say the things that I want to say. I want to send each of you an individual letter, letting you know precisely how it is that you have helped me. […]


Slipping Through the Cracks of Time

Slipping Through the Cracks of Time

In relation to my last post, I’ve spent these past months contemplating how to move forward with my life. As I delve ever further into my dissertation and leave behind the world which I intend to enter post-academy (i.e. become a Ph.D. student who does not work as a professor or within the publish-or-die model), […]