So we are home from our work and play time in Jamaica, where we attended the annual conference of the Caribbean Philosophical Association. It was held this year at the University of the West Indies, Mona, which edges Kingston.
Even before leaving, we already seemed to have Jamaica on the brain. For JD it might’ve been connected to his rumination on the cultural significance of The Clash, and my chatting up my someday follow-up on Jamaican music’s status as global authenticator (à la the importance of dancehall, for instance, to Gwen Stefani and MIA). For me it might have come from sitting on a thesis about Jamaican film, or last year recommending Stephanie Black’s documentary, Life and Debt for a poco class. Or maybe it was my own brief contemplations on Zahra Redwood, the first Rastafari Miss Universe contestant.