Two weeks after celebrating Auckland Anniversary Day, we got another holiday for Waitangi Day. All of New Zealand has observed this February 6 holiday since 1934 to commemorate the nation's founding document. While 52 Māori chiefs had already signed a Declaration of Independence to create the United Tribes of New Zealand in 1835, which was explicitly recognized by King William IV, no united tribal government emerged. By 1840, the British state got over its reluctance to establish yet another colony and sent a representative to negotiate a treaty with the Māori that would establish British rule and protect the commercial interests of UK citizens in the country. Auckland Day celebrates the arrival of William Hobson, who negotiated the treaty and became governor, and Waitangi Day celebrates the treaty itself, the 'founding' of the nation, and a myth of racial harmony between Māori and Pākehā. For my Waitangi Weekend, I went to a dance party, a birthday BBQ party, and took a long walk out along the waterfront to see some Waitangi Day celebrations. The dance party was a big highlight of the weekend. It started off with swing dance, which is hard for me to do here since East Coast isn't a thing and I've just started learning Balboa. Then a live blues guitarist and singer started playing. Almost all the swing dancers cleared out at that point, but I had some really good dances to awesome live music.
After the long weekend I went to the Auckland Research Bazaar, one in a series of worldwide free events where researchers of all stripes were invited to come for three days of workshops and activities designed to broaden our range of research skills. Everyday we had story time with talks from researchers while we sat in bean bags, and then we'd go off to get a crash course in coding with particular programs like Bash, R and R Shiny, Python, LaTeX, and Git. We also had soft-skills workshops which were generally much more helpful to me. On top of all that, we spent time drawing together on giant sheets of paper, playing with poi, and eating lots of good food, like pizza by the meter (note: Auckland NY-style pizza is still better than Portland's).
Above all, the most useful part of the ResBaz (as they call it) for me was the Program Management workshop, where the presenter introduced us to Scrum - an iterative approach to projects that focuses on finishing 'potentially shippable' products on the way to completing the final objective - and showed us all of the web tools she uses to communicate with her team and manage her workflow. After that talk, I immediately set myself up on the web app Trello and designed some Scrum-inspired project management boards to help me manage grad school. In the first week since I started implementing the ideas I got out of the workshop, I feel a major improvement in my productivity, and a major reduction in my stress-load now that I keep track of my work, have a way to hide my to-do list from myself, and take breaks more frequently (5 minute stretch after 25 minutes of work, longer snack/lunch every 2 hours). Talk to me if you want to hear more!
Last weekend was also a party weekend. First Sehui, John, and I met up with their friends for the Chinese Lantern Festival, where we ate dumplings, sausage on a stick, and takoyaki. We also got watermelon and ice cream, which is where you cut a watermelon in half and put three scoops of ice cream on top of it, and is surprisingly great (cookies and cream + watermelon!). We wandered around checking out the lanterns and watched a very 80's rock band from northwest China. On Saturday I made pizza for John's birthday (including a topokki pizza based on the quintessential Korean street food) and we managed to cram about 25 people into the flat for a dance party and social. It was a little crazy, and I was very thankful when everyone left around 1:30am to go clubbing so that I could go to sleep. After waking up late on Sunday and spending a good part of the early afternoon cleaning up the flat and vacuuming all the doritos out of our carpet, I went to an Auckland dance community meeting to discuss community safety. Dancers around the world are having some tough conversations right now after a number of women came forward with accounts of sexual assault and rape perpetrated by several big-name dance instructors in France and the US. Auckland dancers responded in a very mature way by coming together to establish a community code of conduct with mechanisms for enforcing that code so that we can prevent similar scandals before they develop, make everyone feel welcome and safe (LGBTQ people haven't necessarily been welcomed with open arms to date), and detect ongoing or future issues before assaults happen.
The plan is to have trained Community Volunteers at every dance for anyone to talk to about how they're feeling and being treated, or to report any shenanigans they see or hear about. Those CV's will report to a handful of community leaders who will keep records of any complaints so they can spot patterns and intervene when necessary. Those leaders are trained to refer victims to counselors or legal help. The goal is to break through the barrier of social isolation that perpetrators create to protect themselves from retribution and increase their control over their victims. The more I think about it, the more I feel that it is essential for any community to have similar mechanisms in place to make it harder for anyone to get away with abuse. We had several flat activities this week ahead of Sehui's departure for a month-long visit to Korea and for John's birthday. First we went out to dinner at a Japanese restaurant for John, and then we went out to Burger Burger for burgers, shakes, and onion rings. I was semi-horrified to see that Sehui eats her burgers with fork and knife. There were also several anthropology events. On Thursday I went to an Anthropology Department Seminar about petroleum exploration and the ways that the government is undermining the voice of local councils and communities in a newly reframed top-down, paternalistic relationship. I spent Friday night at an Anth Read-In, a global effort to get anthropologists reading political literature and discussing current events. It looks like the Auckland chapter is just me and Corina, a Romanian applied anthropologist, but we had a great conversation about the political economy of social media and the importance of civic engagement. Finally, on Saturday I went to the Auckland Art Gallery and checked out the Lindauer Māori portraits, which are a series of amazingly life-like paintings of important Māori political figures from the 19th and early 20th centuries. I was also impressed by the Gallery's main collection, which has represents tons of Māori artists and perspectives.
After I posted results from my survey of new about the new President's deplorable actions, I ran out of steam. I couldn't keep up with the constant barrage of terrible things. Fortunately, someone else has started keeping track for us. You can follow along on with this daily summary by Jezebel if you ever worry that you aren't hearing about every action the new administration is taking to erode democracy and our trust in government.
So I've been maintaining a spreadsheet to keep track of every terrible thing the new administration is doing to unravel the values that America is founded on and that I hold dear. In the two weeks that Donald Trump has been president, his administration's actions, threats, and inaction amount to 105 specific instances in which he has made America Worse by undermining human rights (x18), a functioning government (17), truth (10), diplomacy (7), and economic prosperity (6), among other American ideals.
Now I've gotten that out of the way, I can tell you about how things are going in New Zealand.
The Sunday before last I spent the entire day on Facebook watching the Women's Marches unfold across the nation. I absolutely hate using Facebook, but I felt strongly that since I couldn't participate I should help out by being part of the audience and hearing the messages that everyone is trying to send. Now I have a minor addiction to social media, which is exacerbated by my feelings of isolation in New Zealand, and by a desire to remind myself that I have friends who are paying attention and feel just as horrible about the state of the US government as I do. Hopefully I'll find some kind of balance soon.
Fortunately, some of those feelings of loneliness are being assuaged by social changes at school and after school. Last week we got our tea room back from the construction workers who are removing the potential asbestos panels from our building. Now I can go eat lunch and hang out with other people! Then, this week, the All-In Swing and Blues dance classes started up again. I went and learned how to do balboa block, which felt oddly similar to blues for a swing dance. It's pretty exciting getting back into swing, and the frenetic, exhausting, almost masochistic energy that comes with it.
We also had several visitors at our flat. Last Wednesday, Sehui's old work friend, Carolina, came over with anchovies for John, because she thought he was from Spain. Fortunately, I was there to eat up all the anchovies with some crackers and cheese. On Saturday, John and Sehui invited their friend Juan Manuel over, and the four of us went out to dinner at a Chinese dumpling restaurant to observe the lunar new year. It turns out that NZ Chinese food is like US Chinese food, but there are no fortune cookies. Also, we had a dish called diced chicken that was cooked with peanuts and cucumber! We all went on a huge trek to Mt. Eden, then ordered a ride back to the flat. I had an excellent conversation with the driver, who told me all about the lava caves there are to explore in Auckland. So that's at the top of my bucket list now.
Last weekend was Auckland Anniversary Weekend, which sort of commemorates the founding of New Zealand but is only observed by a couple regions that are in the northern North Island. There was a ton of stuff going on: the Ports of Auckland opened up to visitors and had a concert with fireworks, there was a giant craft market, a Busker Festival (it was almost as annoying/cool as it sounds), a regatta, a Maritime Museum Carnival, and a Māori canoe and dance festival.
As an anthropologist and boating enthusiast, I of course spent most of my weekend at the Tāmaki Herenga Waka Festival. It started at 7:00 am Saturday with a parade of waka (Māori canoes), and a pōwhiri (traditional welcoming) for the waka crews and the public. The hosts sang speeches in Te Reo Māori, then the waka crews sang their own songs and performed a haka. The whole ceremony took about 45 minutes, and ended with hongi greetings from each of the hosts to each of the guests. After the pōwhiri, there were three days of waka races, dozens of musical performances, and a kapa haka competition. I only managed to see one kapa haka by an urban Māori group, and it totally blew me away. Just like the cultural demonstration that I attended at the Waitangi Treaty grounds, I was brought to tears by the beauty of the songs, which all happened to be about the comfort that being able to speak your own language brings, and about the beauty and power of Māori women. Other highlights: I ate whitebait fritter (like an omelette with lots of tiny fish cooked into it) on white bread, and hungi (steam baked sweet potato, taro, and chicken dish). I took a quick sail on a...creative recreation of a Polynesian voyaging vessel. Best of all, I had a go at paddling in a waka. After some drills on Māori paddling commands and waka protocols, our mixed crew of Māori and Pākehā
manged to make a few laps of the marina without crashing into anything
or making total fools of ourselves, so I call that a win! In academic news: I had my first meeting with the advisors of the year, and I started to feel like we were closing in on a final research topic. Then someone remembered a recent PhD thesis that might have been almost exactly the entire project we'd been trying to do. So I read through that and it was a) really really bad, and b) not totally the same topic as I was thinking about. I went ahead and had some professional meetings to pick people's brains about the archaeology of Māori fishing and what collections there might be for me to look at. All of that was great. I've also spent a lot of time just reading background materials on overfishing, Māori archaeology, and Polynesian cuisine.
Last week I took myself out to Burger Burger, where the decor was so hipster and the burgers so good that I thought I must be in Portland. I think I'll be going there a lot when I'm missing the Northwest. This week I took myself out to the Gin Room, a super fancy cocktail lounge that I absolutely love. I got a gin and tonic with Sipsmith V.J.O.P. (very junipery over proof), which tasted a lot like juniper and made me desperately homesick for the pinyon and juniper pine forest in the Four Corners. So I think I'll go there when I'm missing all my friends at Canyon de Chelly.
Last thing of note, but definitely not the least: I bought my tickets to come home for a visit! I have to fly to Vancouver, B.C. for the Society for American Archaeology 82nd Annual Meetings, but it turns out that all of the tickets to the area are hella expensive right now. So I opted to get a much cheaper flight to SFO and spend the weekend of March 24th in Marin. Then I'll catch a flight up to Portland, and carpool up to Vancouver with some of my best buds from PSU. After all that, Jess and I are going to spend a week or so together exploring Vancouver and Victoria, then my family is going to descend on Portland and we'll all hang out there for a while before I finally have to come back to Auckland at the end of April.
