I’m shaking things up a little, normally this blog is about nature. However for this one post I will be critiquing an ethnography about a small town cafe in Minnesota. The lack of nature ethnographers is apparent but none the less I was also a culinary arts student in my previous schooling so I can always appreciate a little something about food. Below I will be examining an ethnography called Keeping connected: An Ethnography of the Staff at Linda’s Cafe  by a college student named Heidi Haechrel.

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A Search for Belonging: A Place in the Forest

Above is a photo of ‘Dining Hall Hill’

After settling in for the week before camp two years ago, I found myself relaxing with Mrs. Tellier, this year’s cook at Cachalot Scout Reservation and mother of my current boyfriend. I had grown close to her and her family and she was very dear to me. This year I was the camps kitchen manager and Mrs. T and I came a week early to help set up the kitchen. It would be just us for the week. Just past midnight, and after a long day cleaning and rearranging the kitchen, we sat comfortably in the Cooks Cabin where Mrs. T stayed the entire summer. She indicated to me through very obvious means she wanted to be alone and go to bed. “Are you okay walking by yourself?” she said as she was making herself coffee; she lived off coffee. Smiling, but with heart aflutter I said, “Yeah I should be fine,” nonchalantly. I lived in a cabin across the forest and I was scared. It was dark and I had never been in this camp without the bustling staff. I knew my walk would be accompanied by only the woods that night. I left the dim light of the Cooks Cabin porch.

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This next passage I chose for my third reading journal was very interesting. It was extremely short but forced you to think in a very simple and gentle way. “20 Things Ancient Chinese Poets Taught Me” by Leath Tonino is by far something everyone should read.

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Example sentences given:

My hometown was a wonderful (or choose your own adjective) place to grow up.

Laci had a rather eccentric style.

Mr. Brown is the worst teacher I’ve ever had.

The room seemed very institutional (or choose your own adjective).

Those same sentences, revised.

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If the title didn’t make it clear enough this is my peer review comment left on someone else’s memoir

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The short story I chose to read for my second reading journal was by Christopher Ketcham and it was called “A New Dog in Town“. Another article found on the website Orions Magazine!  Continue reading →

Wrapped in blankets with mugs of hot chocolate especially now that its gotten colder is the perfect time for me and my bestfriend to peruse netflix for rom-coms and disney movies. However this time around we decided on a complete one eighty. We decided on a documentary called “Kids for Cash” by director Robert May. Continue reading →

Here under this read more button you will accidently find yourself in over 2500 words or unfinalized trash. Granted the teacher is probably the only one dwelling here for longer than a few seconds and for that I’m sorry. For everyone else I’m sure you’re only here because you were told to be and for that I’m also sorry. This rough draft will most certainly be trimmed to a more reasonable and enjoyable reading length. Carry on. Continue reading →