let's add another bullet point to the list of things you probably don't know about me.
for a while during my undergrad i considered adding philosophy as a minor or possibly a third major.
in retrospect, i'm kind of glad i didn't.
double majors was more than enough for me.
but for a couple of summers there while i was debating it, i went out to ojai, ca, for a study program with the krishnamurti foundation of america. (if you're interested in theology in the slightest, krishnamurti's work and the story of his life are well-worth looking into.)
for the most part we chatted about krishnamurti's writings and dialogues.
sometimes we went to the beach.
we went hiking in matilija canyon one year.
david bohm became one of my personal heroes.
i fell in love with santa barbara.
i kind of still want to move there someday.
that may or may not happen. i'll keep you up-dated.
but, most importantly (at least, for this post's purposes), one year we watched a film about the anthropologist wade davis and his trip to meet the elder brothers (the koguis) living in the heart of the world.
the film stuck with me, but it was at the beginning of my venture into anthropology and, like a lot of things at the time, i didn't know it's value or how it related to the other fields i was studying.
i forgot the name of the video.
i forgot the name of the tribe.
i forgot the name of the anthropologist.
i even forgot that the researcher who had done the work was an anthropologist.
i forgot everything except the fact that i had watched the documentary and that i had found it incredibly fascinating.
and then a few weeks ago, i was browsing through ted talks and i found this:
and it all came rushing back.