Showing posts with label anthropology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anthropology. Show all posts

Friday, 19 September 2008

A 'Secret' Eco-Village














The only reason I've posted this is because part of me wants to live here (and have a beard).

For five happy years they enjoyed simple lives in their straw and mud huts.

Generating their own power and growing their own food, they strived for self-sufficiency and thrived in homes that looked more suited to the hobbits from The Lord of the Rings.

Then a survey plane chanced upon the 'lost tribe'... and they were plunged into a decade-long battle with officialdom.

Read all about it.


Wednesday, 13 February 2008

Christians? Burma? Rambo?

One for you here, Dad - from the BBC

Veteran star Sylvester Stallone and his biceps are back on the big screen for the fourth Rambo film, which sees the 61-year-old don khakis to play the action hero one last time.

He may be a good deal older and craggier than when he first starred as Vietnam veteran John Rambo, but this did not deter Stallone from plunging himself deep into the treacherous jungles of south-east Asia, where the film is set.

The movie, which was released in the US in January, has had mixed reviews, with Variety singling out its "unusually high body count" for criticism.

In the film, Rambo has become a pacifist recluse in Thailand who reluctantly helps guide a group of Christian missionaries to Burma by river.

When he hears of their capture by the Burmese army in the thick of a civil war, he steps in to help.

I'm sure the message here is spiritual but just for good measure, here's the trailer.

Monday, 4 February 2008

Word of the day

Iconoclasm: what a great word. It just sounds so impressive, it just rolls off the tongue like machine gun fire. I just learned what it means...

Iconoclasm: The action or spirit of an iconoclast.

Which begs an obvious question...

Iconoclast: A breaker or destroyer of images, esp. those set up for religious veneration. A person who attacks cherished beliefs, traditional institutions, etc., as being based on error or superstition.

Let's all try to use this fine word at least once today. Here's a ready made example of a way it can be used which I just stole from a film review, feel free to copy it yourself if the mood takes you...

"Lars Von Triers' new film, 'The Boss Of It All' is his most accessible, and least iconoclastic, in ages".

Or you could tell your mates down the pub that you're thinking about becoming an iconoclast. Ask their opinion on whether they think it's a good idea or not.

(It's probably best not to entertain any seriously iconoclastic ideas though - at least don't vocalise them like Lars Von Trier regularly does, because it might upset mum and dad)


Irreverance and iconoclasm in action: Lars Von Trier on the set of his film "The Idiots" (2000)

Wednesday, 28 November 2007

Meet the Phelpses

Continuing on the theme of strange American families. Louis Theroux recently met this bunch, who call themselves 'the most hated family in the America':

In any country, let alone one as patriotic as the US, few actions are as provocative as protesting at a soldier's funeral.

The Phelps family pickets mourners across the country, to mark what it describes as God's revenge on the US for tolerating homosexuality.

Their actions are in the name of the Westboro Baptist Church, which numbers 71 and is headed by "Gramps", preacher Fred Phelps. The church, which is based in Topeka, Kansas, mostly comprises his extended family.

Louis Theroux says the Phelpses are the most extreme people he has ever met, which is saying something, and in this interview at the BBC, he talks about how three weeks with them left him perplexed by their motivation.

The family have been in the news recently after the church was ordered to pay nearly $11 million to the the father of a fallen soldier whose funeral was the subject of one of their protests.

And just to add a final element of weirdness to this whole thing, they have a website too: www.thesignsofthetimes.net

Here's an extract from Louis Theroux's program which was originally aired earlier this year:

Thursday, 14 June 2007

Prince Philip, Island God?

Honestly, if this one didn't come from the BBC, I wouldn't believe it: "Britain's Duke of Edinburgh may be planning a quiet birthday celebration at home this weekend, but there will be feasting and flag-waving in an isolated jungle village in the South Pacific nation of Vanuatu, where he is worshipped as a god..."

This reminds me of a phenomenon that has come to be known as Cargo Cults:

An isolated society's first contact with the outside world can be a shock — often the natives will first assume that the newcomers are spiritual beings of some kind who possess divine powers. With time, however, it will inevitably become apparent that the outsiders are mortal and that their power comes from their equipment (or cargo). Cargo cults tend to appear among people that covet this 'magical' equipment, but are unable to attain it easily through trade. Given their relative isolation, the cult participants generally have little knowledge of modern manufacturing and are liable to be skeptical of Western explanations. Instead, symbols they associate with Christianity and modern Western society tend to be incorporated into their rituals as magical artifacts. Across cultural differences and large geographic areas, there have been instances of the movements independently organizing.

Famous examples of cargo cult activity include the setting up of mock airstrips, airports, offices and the fetishization and attempted construction of western goods, such as radios made of coconuts and straw. Believers may stage "drills" and "marches" with twigs for rifles and military-style insignia and "USA" painted on their bodies to make them look like soldiers, treating the activities of western military personnel as rituals to be performed for the purpose of attracting cargo. The cult members built these items and 'facilities' in the belief that the structures would attract cargo. This perception has reportedly been reinforced by the occasional success of an 'airport' to attract military transport aircraft full of cargo[citation needed].

Today, many historians and anthropologists argue that the term "cargo cult" is a misnomer that describes a variety of phenomena[citation needed]. However, the idea has captured the imagination of many people in developed nations, and the term continues to be used today. For this reason, and possibly many others, the cults have been labelled millenarian, in the sense that they hold that a utopian future is imminent or will come about if they perform certain rituals.

Via Wikipedia.

It's actually somewhat unclear how many of these cults still exist, however the term was popularised in part by the remarkable physicist, Richard Feynman who used the expression "cargo cult science" in a speech he gave at Caltech and later as a chapter heading in his brilliantly readable autobiography, Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!

In the speech, Feynman pointed out that cargo cultists create all the appearance of an airport right down to headsets with bamboo "antennas", yet the airplanes don't come. Feynman argued that some scientists often produce studies with all the trappings of real science, but which are nonetheless pseudoscience and unworthy of either respect or support.

You can get a full copy of the speech in pdf form here.

Wednesday, 6 June 2007

Am I being paranoid if they really are out to get me?

So sorry if I seem to be banging the free world drum a lot at the moment but Noam Chomsky's book Imperial Ambitions has kind of got me thinking. I don't want to be ignorant any more and as a gesture I'm adding this link to The Bettany Blog sidebar.

(By the way, please let me know if you want me to add or remove a link from the sidebar. Unlike the USA, The Bettany Blog is democratic, I'm just a figurehead really)

Apparently Chomsky is an anarcho-syndicalist. Until recently I thought anarcho-syndicalist was a word invented by Monty Python in The Holy Grail. I obviously have a lot to learn. I'd better get reading if I want to become an Important Thinker.

Check this out for weird... I did a Google search on anarcho-syndicalist in order to check my spelling (and, if truth be told, to find out what it means). When I hit submit my browser hung for about 30 seconds and then crashed. Do you think the government now have me tagged as a potential trouble maker?

Maybe this Bettany Blog isn't such a great idea after all. I may have unwittingly put you all in danger...

[thud]
[King Arthur music]
[thud thud thud]
[King Arthur music stops]
ARTHUR: Old woman!
DENNIS: Man!
ARTHUR: Man. Sorry. What knight live in that castle over there?
DENNIS: I'm thirty-seven.
ARTHUR: I - what?
DENNIS: I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old.
ARTHUR: Well, I can't just call you 'Man'.
DENNIS: Well, you could say 'Dennis'.
ARTHUR: Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis'.
DENNIS: Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?
ARTHUR: I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked...
DENNIS: What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior!
ARTHUR: Well, I am king!
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there's ever going to be any progress with the...
WOMAN: Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh! How d'you do?
ARTHUR: How do you do, good lady. I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who's castle is that?
WOMAN: King of the who?
ARTHUR: The Britons.
WOMAN: Who are the Britons?
ARTHUR: Well, we all are. We are all Britons, and I am your king.
WOMAN: I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.
DENNIS: You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship. A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes...
WOMAN: Oh, there you go, bringing class into it again.
DENNIS: That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of...
ARTHUR: Please, please good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?
WOMAN: No one live there.
ARTHUR: Then who is your lord?
WOMAN: We don't have a lord.
ARTHUR: What?
DENNIS: I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week.
ARTHUR: Yes.
DENNIS: But all the decision of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting...
ARTHUR: Yes, I see.
DENNIS: By a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs...
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: But by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major...
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
WOMAN: Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh.
ARTHUR: I am your king!
WOMAN: Well, I didn't vote for you.
ARTHUR: You don't vote for kings.
WOMAN: Well, how did you become king then?
ARTHUR: The Lady of the Lake... [angels sing] ... her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your king!
DENNIS: Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
ARTHUR: Shut up!
DENNIS: I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!
ARTHUR: Shut up, will you. Shut up!
DENNIS: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.
ARTHUR: Shut up!
DENNIS: Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help! I'm being repressed!
ARTHUR: Bloody peasant!
DENNIS: Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?

You can find the complete script for Monty Python and the Holy Grail here.