It begins on the first day of teaching, now entering my thoughts as the new school year approachesâ€¦so rapidly. The course to come will be splendid, the best ever: I feel so â€œsharp,â€ so ready to espouse/spout the truth to come!
I note all the students sitting there, not merely at ease, or with various sorts of questioning appearances. Rather they are mostly staring at me, â€œtheirâ€ teacher; rather staring â€œthrough meâ€ looking to seeâ€¦what, who? Am I, can I ever be, who they want somehow to penetrate; to beâ€¦?
In those instants, beyond the talk which I talk of the course to come, I wonder who they are, who they see in me. And who am I, runs so rapidly in my being, that I find it difficult â€“ so difficult to grasp my own â€œpresenceâ€ â€“ and remain the teacher I would be, even as I am anthropologist to them and to my own being.
Writing in response to Christopher Kelty’s post on Savage Minds about Experimental Philosophy (x-phi), I am pleased, perplexed, pensiveâ€¦ I have lived (still do!) the life of the Anthropologist who would be doing philosophy, and imagine that we might one day find each other. Soon?! Maybe.
Trained principally, to study language and behavior and sociality/culture, I begin by including â€œmyselfâ€ in the study of anyoneâ€™s language, culture, thoughtâ€¦Who am I, where am I, how did I get here, how to be the â€œmeasurerâ€ of all things?
As a self-proclaimed â€œAnthropologist of the Ordinary,â€ I understand the temptations to study the â€œexotic,â€ but note that the ordinary human is much more exotic than we have noted. The human body which exists in the world with othersâ€™ bodies (the Pragmatism of G.H. Mead inserts itself into this approach) is a brilliant and ongoing piece of work, that we seem to want to underestimate as some derivative of the idea of mind.
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