Friday, April 29, 2016

My Final Word on the 2016 Election

Okay, yeah, this is quite probably not my final word on the political circus. I would like point you to a truly unique interpretation of my position on the conservative versus the liberal mind.

Genetically, we are not the same and George Lakoff has beautifully laid out the landscape of us versus them from womb to Trump.

The article is here. It is my strongest recommendation to date on the 2016 political landscape and represents an insightful window into the theory of genetic differences between liberal and conservative cortical predispositions.

I strongly recommend reading the entire article, here are just a couple of excerpts.

"There is not middle in American politics. There are moderates, but there is no ideology of the moderate, no single ideology that all moderates agree on. A moderate conservative has some progressive positions on issues, though they vary from person to person. Similarly, a moderate progressive has some conservative positions on issues, again varying from person to person. In short, moderates have both political moral worldviews, but mostly use one of them. Those two moral worldviews in general contradict each other. How can they reside in the same brain at the same time?"

"Family-based moral worldview run deep. Since people want to see themselves as doing right not wrong, moral worldview tend to be part of self-definition - who you most deeply are. And thus your moral worldview defines for you what the world should be like. When it isn't that way, one can become frustrated and angry."

Have you been angry or frustrated with political circus this time around? You have! Read the article. Trust me, your temperature will moderate even if you don't.

image credit: Scott Stratten

Friday, April 22, 2016


I've been wanting to say something about microaggressions for several months. The final straw came when students at the University of Michigan called police after someone chalked TRUMP 2016 on campus. I began to formulate both rant and reason but before I could lay out my wisdom in words I went looking for some visuals. What follows says more than i ever could of this moment in our cultural evolution.   


Friday, April 15, 2016

Some things need to be believed to be seen

Did you read the title carefully?

How's your imagination today?

How about now?

Some things need to be believed in
to be seen as possible.

Friday, April 08, 2016


What hath I wrought?

I am now officially without a home. I have no address by which the postal service can locate me. No friends shall be knocking at my door. For all practical purposes I can no longer be found.

But this is of my own choosing and not without (p)residence. I've launched myself into the void before. However, this time there is no storage locker of stuff, no place I will eventually reoccupy. Not exactly sofa-surfing, more the "do you have a spare bedroom?"

Right now, old familiar haunts in Northern California. By the end of the month I will be back in the SF Bay Area for some time before hitting the road for parts East, then further East before turning South to Florida. 

Then . . . 

Friday, April 01, 2016

SAC Conference

Perhaps for the last time, a gathering of old hands at the Annual Spring Meeting of the Society for the Anthropology of Consciousness.

We have a panel:

Sacred Spaces of the Academic Mind
  1. Session Chair: Jeff MacDonald
    • -Matthew Bronson: “Your Rubric Caged My Songbird”: Reclaiming Assessment as a Sacred Space of Reflection
    • -Jeff MacDonald: Recreating Sacred Space among Refugees
    • -Timothy J. Lavalli: Spaces Seldom Considered Sacred
    • -Mira Z. Amiras: Walk through that door, and something will emerge— 
Also we have an esteemed speaker:

Keynote Address - Tina Fields, PhD
“I am He as You are He as You are Me, and We are All Together”— Fostering Ecopsychological Relationship with Place 

But most importantly, a good olde reminiscingly blissful time is being had by all.

However . . . 

The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
an' lea'e us nought but grief an'pain,
For promis'd joy!