Submitted by david inkey, Apr 14, 2007 20:55

http://arteonline.arq.br/museu/library_pdf/david_inkey2.html i invite clive and his tribe to wonder and wander with me in quixotic quest, in odyssey and illiad elagance.........confessions of a reformed harvard anthropologist…. as a kidlet in idaho, somewhere betwixt my second and fourth years as an earthling, my earliest memories are were may always be of watching fishlets in our neighbors' small concrete pond, riding in their goat cart with their two teenagers, visiting their invalid grandmother who kept a flocklet of canaries in the glassed-in front porch and possessing the treasured wooly furry fond stuffed rabbit grandma Schnaebel had crafted for me, about half as big as i was… good fortune did not daunt me at four when i was introduced into the nez perce nation and gained the first vibes of anthropology and many meanderings were necessary before i entered and left the haunts of Harvard, those halls and haphazard challenges… like Thoreau, i learned that Harvard has many of the branches of learning, but lacks many roots and square roots…. ideas and ideals, i had to trim, uproot, ponder and sometimes replant gaffs, grafts, graft, tubers and tumors, frequently confused… now, dear self selves, dear readers, alienated and appreciated critics, i have exposed a thousand leaves of learning in my humane condition… my confessions are that i ever wished wish that Harvard would be more magical, more manageable, more merging…more meingful? in 1983 when my friend and former student, shah dev (His Majesty Birendra Bir Bikram Shah Dev), answered president bok's question of what had been the nepali crown prince's experience at Harvard… his reply was something to the sound of, "we didn't learn to ask the right questions…" my beloved spouse kicked me in the "right" shin as if i were the most culpable of the fledging monarch's mentors… i wonder, as i wander in the low ways, mid ways and high weighs of lifeness, evenly and unevenly, as i regularly and irregularly encounter the deaths of multiple and individual beings, as ever, early or late, i calculate or miscalculate the absurdity, importance, insignificance and significance, the sanity, insanity and zanyness of myriads and millions of encounters, and in the first analysis, in a supposed final analysis, yes, probably in every analytical, typical, atypical, ordinary and unique event…i conclude at the beginning and in the ending, my life is has been extra-ordinary… my confessions are that i shall ever be gratified that i was grafted into a part of the Harvard community and that i had the gratifying and grueling experience of being both student and professor there, but I shall be ever more grateful that Harvard did not hold me captive longer, that lack of continuing support liberated me, to go and grow away, to cure myself of harvarditis, and eventually free of academentia, to glow quixotically into three un roles, SIR david (for spy in residence), the United Nations philosopher, and the UN santa, all before I "retired" from international "civil" service to become exponentially a supernationalist PC, a planetary citizen with great personal commitment, pcs enuf. i became the first citizen of UNOville, president of AWE (a.u., antarctica university), the UN poet, and most compassionately and quite passionately "the quietest clown." IFFFFFF you ever meet a kidlet from Idaho, golden-red-headed, left handed, cross-eyed with glasses, tone deaf, lacking traditional "depth perception," bright, curious, and imaginative, please be kind to him because though he has brown eyes and Antoine saint-exupery's little prince has blue eyes, know that david inkey also sees more with his heart than with his eyes and that he, too, has need of a friend. Peacefully, david inkey

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