I think that this is actually a great idea, that the Canadian government should pursue, with vigour. Fund Canadian First Nations people to create and install monumental sculpture throughout the arctic archipelago and create a greater Canadian presence in the North.
"...The ornamental stones—including jade—were attached with an adhesive made out of natural resins, such as plant sap, which was mixed with other chemicals and crushed bones..."
Stone Age Superglue Found -- Hints at Unknown Smarts?. The title says stone age, which is not very precise. The date for the "superglue" is 70,000 years. The ingredients are acacia resin and red iron oxide. The presence of this "red ochre" in archaeological context has long been considered evidence of ritual or artistic use in prehistoric humans. However, its use as a glue ingredient for tool manufacture means that its presence, alone, cannot be evidence for artistic development in human evolution.
A" closer look contains hints of sham artist, not a shaman". I hadn't been following the Dan Hauser story too closely; "another child of religious folks letting their offspring die from treatable disease because they elected to follow the prayer route", I figured. But, it's worse than that. His parents have fallen for some plastic shaman selling berry juice treatments under a pseudo-Native religious hoo-ha. Apparently the 13-year old is a certified elder and medicine man (after having paid his "donations").
Lakota Sioux woman awarded damages, based on historic treaty. Under a "bad men" provision of the 1868 Fort Laramie Treaty, the woman is to be compensated for being assaulted by a military recruiter.
"Darlene Naponse is preparing to shoot a feature film this fall in her home community of Whitefish Lake First Nation. It's a drama about a girl returning home," Naponse says, describing her upcoming film, Every Emotion Costs. It deals with identity and community..."
Another Native Blog, Radical Indian. I may have linked to this blog before, but I wanted to point you all to it again, because it has been flagged by Blogger.com and requires an extra click to view. I didn't see anything offensive on the site, other than news that may be inconvenient to the greater society.
"... only a few dozen totem poles from that period still exist... the late 1800s was a difficult and dark chapter for the Haida. Their population was decimated by diseases such as smallpox. Missionaries and government officials also moved in and tried to separate the Haida from many of their traditions and cultural beliefs... Many were chopped down and burned while others were sold off; the bulk went to museums around the world..."
"... lawyer for the Onondaga nation, said the Onondaga considered the belts community property... no Onondaga had ever had the authority to sell or transfer them... "these belts were originally taken out of these communities without proper ‘title.’... "
Native American Trade Blankets at Woodson Art Museum. Famed glass artist Dave Chihuly has a collection of 750 Native Trade Blankets, 80 of them on display until June 14 at the Woodson Museum (Wausau, Wisconsin), along with 15 of his blanket-inspired glass pieces.
"In this lecture, essayist and novelist, John Ralston Saul, presents the themes of his latest book, A Fair Country: Telling Truths about Canada. Central to his text is the argument that Canada is a Metis nation, critically influenced and shaped by aboriginal ideas. He believes we've lost touch with this essential part of our mythology and identity and appeals for a return to the original priniciples of peace, welfare, and good government."
Bingo-Rage was an inside joke between my Mum and I. She was a diehard, loyal bingo player who passed away a few years ago. Her jones wasn`t the multimillion dollar jackpots bleeding Las Vegas dry, it was the insatiable $50 inside square and the lascivious, yet demure thousand dollar jackpot.
I could always tell when she had missed a big pot; holding onto a card that only needed two more numbers, when the ballcount was only at 36. Or, some such compelling position. She then watched twenty-two balls dance by, sometimes right next door; but fail to light on her stoop. She was steamed.
I smile and declare ``another clear, cut case of Bingo Rage. Tut, tut...``
That earned a harumph and we would run our post-Bingo routine: analysis of the night`s lineup and remembrances of triumphs past.
Unless noted; ideas, images, pics and text are creations of Eric C. Keast / BingoRage Studio (formerly Broken Vulture Art). Clear link to BingoRage.com w/ "Bingorage" in link text fills my standard for Creative Commons attribution.
No commercial use without informing and paying the artist, thank you. :)
