Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Preserving The American Political Philosophy: Public Support Needed for Independent Journalism in Maine

Update 1:23 PM- I took the leap of faith in myself and took the deal- biggest concern is spreading my self too thin which at this time in my life is particularly risky- but the deal and payment plan are the best I expect to find and this is the best time of year, cash flow wise to take this leap of faith and of course a very persistent sales person factored into the decision. Still it would be nice to see some public support in the form of a response to my call to action- that makes a world of difference. So expect to see less blog activity as my energy goes to this project- other than trying to get the public to support my project goal so that I can also become a Beacon Reader author. I can't do that one on my own- Becoming a Beacon Reader journalist depends on showing that the public is willing to support me through financial contributions - so Please consider extending your generosity in support of my project. I will let you know what I think of the iuniversal program in futu

Monday, June 29, 2015

Preserving The American Political Philosophy: Confessions of A Blogger Writing In Her Pajama's - Well House Robe !

This is a crucial day in deciding to put a down payment down on the Iuniversal program for self publishers at a discount of 50%. Seeing public support for my mission is key . That is the most missed ingredient for me to make a decison. This is not just about Iuniversal but also about the Beacon Crowdfunder for Journalists . If I can reach my modest goal of $800.00 I can be a Beacon author and connect with that community as well. I can't do it without public support. Please become a backer on this crucual decision making day- READ MORE HERE !Mackenzie Andersen

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Preserving The American Political Philosophy: The Maine Media Coverage of Government Economic Development Policies Fits the Definition Of Propaganda

In this post I make the case the the entire Maine media coverage of Maine's economic development policies meets the definition of propaganda- consistently for decades presenting, in unison, a singular point of view from the perspective of those who benefit, told in unison by a chorus of supposedly independent news media and in unison also omitting significant facts. My blog represents a different voice and is based in years of researching the history and when I report on current legislation- I start by reading that legislation- that is how I know that important details are being omitted by the Maine main stream media like a well orchestrated symphony. Tomorrow is the deadline for the 50% discount on iuniversal's self publishing program which would put me in contact with a much needed network of self publishing professionals. I need to make a down payment then. Please become one of my backers- if only in support of a free press in Maine that presents a diversity of opinions.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Preserving The American Political Philosophy: Day Three Of Crowdfunder- Weighing Conflicts of Interest

Day Three of Crowdfunder but only a couple of days away from the deadline for the 50% discount on iuniverse. A significant increase in backers would make it easier to decide what to do. If you believe the story I have been uncovering for the last six years needs to be p-art of our public dialogue- Please consider becoming a backer to make my decision easier.

Friday, June 26, 2015

Preserving The American Political Philosophy: MISSION: To Connect Global Popular & Local Understanding

I am trying to raise funds for a special deal on ipublishing's self publisher program. This would connect me with a network of self publishing professionals who can help with my project at every level. The deadline for the 50% discount is Monday June 29, 2015. Please become a backer of my mission. All contributions give encouragement that is beyond measurement in mere dollars. It means you believe in my mission ! That means everything !

Preserving The American Political Philosophy: Networking Essential For A Successful Crowdfunder And Developing Such A Network Is It's Purpose

This is my crowdfunder up date from yesterday before I got my first backer. I thank George Colby for his generous contribution, a person I know only from FaceBook where I post my blog posts. This post will go out to my Andersen Studio ( Now officially Andersen Design) pages. I know it is not ususal to mix business and politics but I would never have become involved in the research that I do had I not encountered the first evidence of what is going on behind the media presentations, at a business networking event where in I was trying to find funding for redoing Andersen Designs molds. The centralization of capitalization in the hands of a "public private relationship" which has access to the use of taxpayer money effects the ability of all businesses in Maine to attract capital. What ever size, if that business is not in the corporate welfare sector, that business has to compete with the corporate wellfare sector-on all levels- my space is up- Please consider backing project.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Preserving The American Political Philosophy: A Lttle Help From My Freinds !

I have been researching Maine economic development statutes for over six years and have presented a view of the history, content, effect and purpose behind those statutes that you will not find elsewhere. For a while I have been thinking of writing a book. I have been offered a 50% discount for a self publishing program that will connect me with a community of self publishing professionals which can help me with every aspect of self publishing but I have to accept it by Monday, June 29 2015. My budget is tight and so I need a little help from my freinds to take advantage of this offer. Please support my ambition with whatever you can afford, however small or large. Click here to see how. Thank You, Mackenzie

This is an issue that affects the ceramic and hand crafted industry in teh USA and especially in Maine where Andersen Design has its roots.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Remembering Weston Neil Andersen

Weston Neil Andersen was an American ceramic designer, craftsman and entrepreneur who in 1952, established Andersen Design Stoneware with his wife Brenda in the coast of Maine, USA, . He was also my father whom I loved and cared for and was cared for by during the latter years of his life. This is the story about the last five years in which he suffered from a brain injury. Weston was known throughout his life for his analytical mind, which was not affected by the brain injury but it compromised his ability to express his thoughts in complete sentences. During the last five years of his life, Weston spent many hours in deep reflection, seldom seeming to be bored. At times he would sleep for a very long time and when he awoke , he would say that he gotten a lot of work done. In mild weather, he spent many hours of the day sitting on the front porch taking in the natural surroundings and the community walking up and down the street which usually left him in a very good mood.

During his younger days, both Weston and his wife Brenda professed to be agnostics but both in their own unique ways came to accept the existence of God.

Brenda died in 1994.  Before her death, Brenda was in a coma for many hours with the family gathered around her. I was at a turn of holding her hand when suddenly I felt a spiraling motion swoop down. encompass and transport me into an open sky colored pink and filled with gold rimmed clouds. I felt an indescribably deep love and then just as suddenly l was back in the room and Brenda was conscious and calling for Weston. Brenda told Weston that she loved him, not words that came easily to her during her life and then she died.

Some will surely find the telling of this experience unbelievable but I can only testify to what happened as I experienced it, which seemed an experience in which there was no separation between my mother and myself as she/we were embraced by God's love. My Mother's encounter with death as revealed to me through the experience was as emotional as the way that she lived her life. As Dad used to say, she was always emoting. The visual imagery that I experienced was consistent with the Catholic background in which my mother was raised as a young English girl in London before and during World War II.

Weston & Brenda in the 1950's - photograph by unknown

During the years after Brenda's death and before Weston suffered macular degeneration which interfered with his ability to read, we shared many common reading interests uncommonly found in our larger community. Dad and I both read extensively in esoteric wisdom and quantum theory- which is to say the philosophy emergent from quantum physics, which does not prove the existence of God but which is consistent with the teaching of esoteric wisdom. Dad read Carlos Castaneda and I read Christian Hermeticism and we both read David Bohm's Wholeness and the Implicate Order and The Non-Local Universe by Menas Kafatos and Robert Nadeau among many other books. When he could no longer read, Weston listened to the entirety of the New Testament on tape.

These three early wine decanters display Dad's approach to ceramic design and glazes

Through out his life Dad was accustomed to seeing ghosts in our very old house in Maine. This did not frighten him, nor did he consider it to be anything unusual. The ghosts were as much a part of the natural world as any other phenomenon  He often spoke of the Sea Captain in the living room. Once he told me that the woman in the other room was very up set and that I needed to go that I needed to go and talk to her. I did so, although I could not see the woman.

Weston was a man of great intellectual and analytical capacity but with the brain injury limiting his ability to express his thoughts, his heart took on a stronger presence. He spent hours contemplating his life and often spoke of his wife, his mother, father, siblings and others he had known in his life. At his age he was aware that his days on this earth were numbered and it appeared to be that he was preparing himself for his own judgment day as he spent hours upon hours in contemplation of his life, past present and the future when he was gone.

 During the period after his brain injury, Weston relived his life chronologically and so we came to know him at many different stages of life As a boy.Weston lived on a chicken farm. One day, as an elderly man he suffered a seizure. When we entered the hospital we heard someone screaming  "Chicken" . It was Dad, who appeared to be reliving an early memory when he first realized that the chickens were destined to be killed. and was very upset by it.

When World War II broke out.Weston considered declaring conscientious objection but realized that if someone were trying to kill his family, he would kill them and so he enlisted. One day during his latter years he was in tears over a recollection of a man who had returned from the war missing his legs.

The morning that I took this picture of Weston, the expression on his  face was clear and innocent. I probably told him that he looked so handsome. Many of the caretakers who saw Dad over the years would say the same. At many times he had a engaging  and gentlemanly nature that charmed the people around him.

On other days he looked like this:

I am thinking thoughts too intense for words !

When my parents started their ceramics business in 1952, they did so on a shoe string budget and so they took their own photographs and published their own catalog

Years later I followed in their tradition designing our website and taking the photographs of the ceramic work. I set a makeshift studio up on the kitchen table where my father usually sat. 

In this picture Dad is sitting at the table on which my makeshift photography studio is being constructed. The bright sunlight comes streaming in through the window as father is sleeping in his chair.  Weston designed and constructed The kitchen table in the 1950's when we first moved into the house and it became the center of many different activities.

This is a photo that I took  in one of the kitchen table photography sessions of of the ceramic Blue Jay designed by Weston,

This Portrait of an Eating Dick is the last sculpture that Dad created in his life time.

The bright afternoon light streams in the window interacting with the shadows and light of the makeshift photography studio on the kitchen table. Suddenly Dad became very animated and was in a verbal rhapsody describing the rhythms and forms in the display and counting them.

After Dad's brain injury counting and the spelling of words took on particular significance, used for emphasis or explanation. If in pain, the word "ow" was spelled. Once when we called the paramedics because Dad had fallen out of bed, Dad explained everything to them by spelling the words as if spelling the words clarified the meaning, a curious phenomenon indeed. Spelling has to do with the ability to express thoughts to others involving the part of Dad's brain, which never fully recovered. leading one to wonder if the actual process of thinking is primordial to the process of communicating in language. Did spelling take on such meaning because of its function as a tool of communication?

Despite the brain injury and despite the fact that cameras had changed dramatically in appearance since the days when Dad took photographs, he understood the process of taking pictures from within and without. Once, when the afternoon sunlight was particularly bright, he said "I hope you know what you are doing !" It amazed me that he grasped the process of taking a picture and how such a bright light might affect the results. In this picture he is smiling for the camera,  So sweet !

In the years after Brenda died, Dad worked on this sculpture. After his brain injury he spent time observing it. One day while sitting on the front porch as he often like to do, he turned to me and asked that I would make a sculpture of him.

Dad would become involved when I worked on a sculpture, turning it as I worked and always letting me know what he thought. Here he is touching some wax sculptures in the works.

Here Dad sits in the morning having his coffee. The mug on the table with the funky tear drop designs is a form created by Weston, who designed a series of original mugs and a large line of functional forms  in addition to a line of wild life sculptures.

The day Dad fell and injured his brain, he was working on a project to have the mugs produced for the commercial market. I have now taken over the project. This is one of my favorites. Dad hand scraffitoed the spiral on the mug himself. I have to figure out how to translate this decorative technique into a commercial process. I understand his thinking on this project, not just in terms of the mug but in terms of the evolution of our family ceramic business.

Two hand cast stoneware steines, one decorated by Brenda and the other decorated by Weston

 One day Dad was looking sad and said that he had nothing to do. A few weeks later he said, "There are three people here and so there a three musicians." (This was said as a full sentence which was extremely rare.) I gathered up all the instruments I could find and we all played. Dad took to the keyboards. As a young man Dad's mother had wanted him to learn to play the piano but he refused. He did not play in a learned way but he played with deliberation, He preferred to play when no one was around but we could hear him in the other room.

Throughout his life Weston enjoyed classical jazz. As a young adult he went to Chicago and New York and listened to the greats playing in small venues.

One day we put on Sade and he listened to her for several hours. He said it is very involved. We introduced him to Bruce Springsteen and Bob Dylan and Mazzy Star, He stayed up late into the night listening to trance like music of Mazzy Star over  and over again.

A few days before Dad died I was picking out the notes to Sweet Georgia Brown. I asked Dad if it sounded right and he looked at me and smiled his sweet smile,

During his life Dad was in the hospital on many occasions and we became accustomed to hearing the  lectures about how he may not make it this time around. The most convincing time was when he fell down and suffered the brain injury. The doctors said that what was good for the heart was bad for the brain and that Dad would never be off the breathing tube. That night as I drove from Portland to Boothbay with my nephew we both agreed that although Dad had had many miraculous recoveries this time it sounded much more challenging and then we both said at about the same time- But this is Weston! The next day Dad woke up and removed the breathing tube. By the time I returned to the hospital he was already walking around the place in his walker although he had a giant bruise on his head. The older doctor looked at the younger doctor and said "Forget your ever saw that MRI !"

In the days afterwards, while recovering from the brain injury Dad was speaking over and over again about system management. That is when it hit me how that Dad's unique talents were as much about system management as about art and design. He was system managing his own brain recovery. He was also speaking a great deal about fishermen and fishing, It did not escape me, with the common interest I shared with my father in esoteric wisdom, that the fish is an ancient symbol of Christianity.

Dad survived that injury to live five more years, dying at the age of 93. Three days prior to his death he was sleeping deeply and as peacefully as I had ever seen him sleep. Around five in the morning of the day that he died, my sister checked on him and found him sleeping with a karge smile on his face. Dad often worried during his life time and I would tell him, you just have to have faith. I think he found that faith. He chose when to go. Of course I wanted him to stay longer but I have accepted the wisdom of his decision. People say the are sorry for our loss, which I appreciate, but I really do not feel a loss because I do not feel my father is gone, he just went on to another stage of his journey, like the ghosts he used to see in our house and consistent with the nature of time in quantum theory and esoteric wisdom, Dad is still very much with us. 

And still enjoying the view from our front porch.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Preserving The American Political Philosophy: Fixing The Blame For the New Markets Tax Credit

The Maine Media and Political Culture do damage control for the New Markets Tax Credit scandal hoping to contain it before the revelations spread throughout the entire corproate welfare system and set their sites on out of states investors to whom to attach the entire blame for a scandal of their own making. What? Me? Responsible?! Your'e Kidding !

Monday, June 8, 2015

Andersen Studio Evolution Diaries: Honor Thy Father - Remembering Weston Neil Andersen

A photo journalism truibute to my Dad, Weston Neil Andersen, who suffered from a brain injury during his last five years, only adding another dimension of understanding about what went on inside the mind and heart of this lovely man. Dad died at the age of 93 on the last day of February 2013.