But what if the medium is the message?

One afternoon, in the same anthropology section of San Francisco's Austen Books where I scored cheap editions of Conversations with Ogotemmeli, The Gift, and a rare copy of Herskovitz' Life in a Haitian Valley, I stumbled across a mighty bizarre volume known as The Secret Museum of Mankind. Lacking page numbers, pub date, or any editorial information beyond the name of an obscure press (Manhattan House), this apparently early-1930s volume consists of a couple thousand captioned "photographs" of traditional folks...

It is too close, too far-out, its sacred transmissions too muddled with the scandalous grit of its concrete historical unfoldment

One afternoon, in the same anthropology section of San Francisco's Austen Books where I scored cheap editions of Conversations with Ogotemmeli, The Gift, and a rare copy of Herskovitz' Life in a Haitian Valley, I stumbled across a mighty bizarre volume known as The Secret Museum of Mankind. Lacking page numbers, pub date, or any editorial information beyond the name of an obscure press (Manhattan House), this apparently early-1930s volume consists of a couple thousand captioned "photographs" of traditional folks...

There is a difference between psychedelic experiences and psychedelic people

One afternoon, in the same anthropology section of San Francisco's Austen Books where I scored cheap editions of Conversations with Ogotemmeli, The Gift, and a rare copy of Herskovitz' Life in a Haitian Valley, I stumbled across a mighty bizarre volume known as The Secret Museum of Mankind. Lacking page numbers, pub date, or any editorial information beyond the name of an obscure press (Manhattan House), this apparently early-1930s volume consists of a couple thousand captioned "photographs" of traditional folks...

“Messages from beyond” are forms of information, and information is a trickster

One afternoon, in the same anthropology section of San Francisco's Austen Books where I scored cheap editions of Conversations with Ogotemmeli, The Gift, and a rare copy of Herskovitz' Life in a Haitian Valley, I stumbled across a mighty bizarre volume known as The Secret Museum of Mankind. Lacking page numbers, pub date, or any editorial information beyond the name of an obscure press (Manhattan House), this apparently early-1930s volume consists of a couple thousand captioned "photographs" of traditional folks...

Terminal. What other journey, you might ask, begins at the end?

One afternoon, in the same anthropology section of San Francisco's Austen Books where I scored cheap editions of Conversations with Ogotemmeli, The Gift, and a rare copy of Herskovitz' Life in a Haitian Valley, I stumbled across a mighty bizarre volume known as The Secret Museum of Mankind. Lacking page numbers, pub date, or any editorial information beyond the name of an obscure press (Manhattan House), this apparently early-1930s volume consists of a couple thousand captioned "photographs" of traditional folks...