I’ve found myself writing a lot about individualism in all senses – of sociology, of anthropology, and of history – during my absence from this site; and I’d like to dedicate this specific, albeit brief, article towards the ‘little guys’ in history. As a historian, I feel as if the foundation to my personal life is
On January 9th, 2016, I found myself sitting in a class titled the exact same name as this series: Professionalizing History. The professor started the very first class with a shocking statement: “What’s wrong with all of you?” followed up with “Why on earth would you all decide to waste your lives on a subject
One terrible mentality that historians cannot fall into is the thought that the society that they reside in is such a modernized and such an advanced one that it will never change. As I’ve discussed in my 2015 project The Endless Flow of Society, our world is in a constant change of ‘revolution’. Any ‘Old’
Historiography is a fundamental part of any historian’s life. Whether they be a professional professor, a public researcher, or a simple hobbyist, understanding the history of historical writing is a rather foundational aspect of the job title. It’s also, unfortunately, where many students of the subject get discouraged. The two of the most ‘daunting’ obstacles
In the last installment of Professionalizing History, I answered the question of what it truly means to be a historian and broke down the 2013 version of the American Historical Association’s Tuning Project. I highly recommend reading this series in order by publish date in order to fully understand what it means to professionalize history. A couple of
In the last installment of Professionalizing History, I talked about the importance of discussing history and put down the foundation of this entire series. I highly recommend reading this series in order by publish date in order to fully understand what it means to professionalize history. Unlike many other careers, history doesn’t really have an elitist corporation dictating what’s important
For the next six months, I was an archeologist. I went out nearly every day in search of treasure in the form of these strange rocks. I hung a medium-sized bucket from my precious bike’s handlebars and filled it up several times each day. Some of these rocks were big, even larger than my hand. Some of them were small, barely fitting within the palm of my hand. But they all interested me more than I could express to anyone.
History is remembered by and for the victor. Those who win decide the path of humanity through societal advancement. Those who look back at battle with a sense of nostalgia — that nationalistic narcissism that brings victory — tend to be the mainstream historians. Those of the losing side don’t oftentimes get the credit they deserve in our modern day history classes.