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Design anthropology? Why, are there designs not meant for human?

Apparently, the field of Design anthropology is about 20 years old and is an established concept in industry. The challenge is how to feed this field into academia.

Dori Tunstall said in an interview with  Debbie Millman:

“Design can help make values such as equality, democracy, fairness, integration, connection…(values that we have lost to some extent), more tangible and express how we can use them to make the world a better place…

Design translate values into tangible experiences…”

I though it was the job of laws (civil and religious) to transforming abstract values into tangible concepts and how to modify and change laws into far more explicit clauses to actually explain what we mean by equality, justice, democracy…

Design anthropology is meant to understand how the processes and artifacts define what it means to be human, to figure out how to comprehend people with designs that resonate with people’s experiences…

Practically, how can designs communicate these experiences and expectations?

Tunstall said: “I wanted to be a neurosurgeon, but again I wouldn’t be a very good human being: The focus will be narrow and you deal with people in traumatic situations, a condition that pressures you to maintain a distance.

I wanted to understand people in a more intimate, playful way…”

The essential factors that makes us human keep changing.

In one stage, we were defined as tool-makers and we discovered that animals make tools;

We proposed language as the discriminating factor, and we found out that animals use languages too;

We proposed the ability for empathy (caring for others not from our own tribe members) and we realized that animals demonstrated empathy too (like this trained chimp who selected the green cup (two nuts) instead of the red cup so that the other chimp can obtain another nut), or that human are good with symbols and abstract notions…

As our social values change, we tend to see different social relationship in the animal kingdom:  From simple aggressive and hierarchical struggle, to the role of empathy, compassion, trading behaviors…

Mind you that many animals can recognize their individuality by getting exposed to mirrors…

Lately, anthropologists would like us to believe that what discriminate human from the animal kingdom is our flexible abilities to change drastically from hunting, to agriculture, to urban environment…

Or the capabilities to transform things from one energy state to another (rocks and sands to concrete mix, or transforming food ingredients and learning to cook various dishes…);

Or our need to trade specialized objects and services with other communities…

Obviously, mankind is not particular in social structure and division among specialized jobs.  For example, in order to survive the bees are divided into foraging, builders, nursing, undertakers groups and the Queen…

Mankind has yet to overcome the hierarchical structure that is not about to be displaced any time soon…

In a sense, the main discriminating factor is our sense of individuality, of making, designing, and acquiring things that represent our “implicit value system” and distinguish us from our neighbor…

We forget that our bodies are built and defined by the environment, that there is no separation between bodies and nature, or nature and nurture…

I think the “nurture” factor is most predominant in artistic fields: How could you ever become a singer, dancer, painter, musician…if one member of the family or the extended family was not an artist or failed to encourage you to perform artistically?

Worshipping is a process of connecting, a one-to-one chat of “what’s going on with me, what’s going on with you (God), what’s going on with the world”; it is a sense of no longer recognizing the difference between me and anything else, especially, authority figures…

Religion created mediating classes of clerics as it associated with State power, and the ways State structured society…

The levels of interactions in community scales (family, extended family, tribe, village…), and the corresponding social integration have different aesthetic values.

For example, dancing and singing…are means to mapping the particular cosmology onto the landscape. Numbers of tattoos, and shapes of tattoos specify the social status, from single, to married, to married with kids, to killing a lion or any other big animal… Acquiring objects and properties is a “ritual” of distinctive social standing.

The experiment we conduct, what we are looking at, shapes the reality that we investigate.

Social platforms of instant connection and chatting can relieve us from the daily individual reports and thus, saving the valuable face-to-face conversation to deeper engagements…

Building momentum in connecting network with newer technologies extend a sense of optimism because we feel that we are no longer alone and we can establish coalitions and alliances

I can conceive the field of “Design anthropology” as a fundamental first year courses for all the fields meant to understanding mankind behavior such as psychology, sociology, engineering, designers, and particularly in law schools.  Why?

Making abstract value concepts concrete is political in nature: It is the job of the political branch of law givers, mostly elected lawyers.

How can we make democracy concrete without election laws that are fair to all citizens and representing all social classes?

How can we make the concept of equality without anti-discrimination laws with institutions funded to apply and execute these laws?

How can we translate human dignity without laws that demand health prevention system to all citizens, schools to all, prison systems for educating and training detainees, job opening system to providing jobs to every capable citizens…?

Note: Dori Tunstall is associate prof. of design anthropology at Swinburne Univ. of Technology (Australia)

Nonsense: it is better being normal; (July 20, 2009)

I don’t recall much of my childhood.  I know I was in a boarding school for six years. I don’t recall feeling cold or hot. I have no idea if I had spare change of clothes or where and how they were stored. I don’t recall pissing or shitting.

I can feel splashing my face with the coldest water at 6 a.m. I recall vividly wetting my bed in the cold winter season, in a dormitory of over sixty bed-wetters. I reckon that I assumed I was the sole culprit; thus, my shame was the more intense. I recall getting busy hiding my crime: my crude versatile methods enhanced instant discovery of the maid for trying hard to tamper with evidence. 

            It is a truism that all boarding school “detainees” are constantly hungry; except me. I don’t recall feeling hungry or even eating anything. My aunt of a nun tried in desperation, and many times, to force feed me with disgusting raw eggs by squeezing my nose shut, until I swallowed the content in the shell. I longed for Saturday breakfast: fried eggs with tea.

            One summer, the students managed to slid in a tiny opening in the foodstore, and ransacked the reserves of chocolate, crackers, cheese,  and anything that didn’t need cooking.  Mass punishment was declared and the students lined up to receive four resounding slap of a venomous stick. The principal, after a split second hesitation, skipped me: I was innocence incarnate; I was the tiniest sickly student of my age, but I could endure suffering and pain without crying.

This event of being spared punishment was an instant great relief and the bitterest feeling of shame the moment after.  Even the most naïve kid that I was, I could sense that I will submit to the wrath and despise of the masses of “detained students”.

            Before that affair, I was already shunned and isolated, but then the indictment was final with no possible recourse to contemplate.  The mass of students conjectured, by common accord, that I was a sneak to the administration. I could have rather die than telltale on others. Heck, I don’t recall speaking too; I just played.

The administration demonstrated that it did not encourage telltale, by adopting mass punishment instead.  The mass wanted an easy and convincing scapegoat to release its bottled up anger.  The irony of it all is that I was not conscious of being isolated; I was told by innuendos very much later; and it dawned on me like a thunder.

            This shame is reinforced in a variety of forms and intensity, everytime I experienced preferential treatments because of my limitations; I cannot withstand privileges.  When the masses clap you had better clap; when they shout that they are hungry then you better feel hungry. 

My nun aunt made it her privilege to protect me from harms, reinforced by my mother letters from Africa to seek for my safety: I was not to join boy scout, no rollerskating, no joining the other students for the two-week vacation outside the confine of the school…The ultimate sheltered “frail kid my ass” who don’t recall ever falling sick and kept running during breaks, like a toy supplied with a mega-battery.

Masses need to select scapegoats at every occasion. A few of these scapegoats are labeled “leaders”. The masses elect a leader to dump over his shoulders all their responsibilities and expect to reap all the gratifications.  The mostly lazy masses that refuse to get organized, never attempt to shoulder a tiny bit of the responsibilities: they want their leaders to fail. 

The leader must fail and go into exile to escape lynching.  A leader’s only good exit for the “masses interest” is to fall a martyr: he was selected for that purpose.  Only martyred leaders are inducted in pantheon.

            Democracies are the ultimate systems for perpetrating the rituals of human sacrifices: that was done in all City-States that opted for democracy. The offerings are not done to an angry God; no, not to angry Gods.  Human sacrifices are a recognition of our awareness of our total impotence in this wretched, limited, and “unbearable lightness of being”.   Societies would have been far tolerant if life expectancy was continuously decreasing: No time for the blame game, just getting on with survival.  

Nonsense, it is far better to have been born normal and live among normal people.




June 2023

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