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BISON RETURN
Monday, 27 August 2018
bone assemblage // winner winner chicken dinner
From the early 1990s, the influence of phenomenology (e.g., Heidegger 1962, Merleau-Ponty 1962) on landscape archaeology (e.g., Tilley 1994; see Bru ̈ck 2005 for review) informed dis- cussions of perceived ritual landscapes in which the identification of animal-related episodic events/gatherings such as feasting (e.g., Dietler 1996, Dietler & Hayden 2001) and the subse- quent structured deposition of animals and animal body parts (Hill 1995) marked a developing concern with the social role of animals in prehistoric food practices.
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questions of the disassembling of the animal body and
therefore to the histories that the body produces through its interspecies entanglements
Archaeology and
Human–Animal Relations:
Thinking Through
Anthropocentrism∗
Brian Boyd
Brian Boyd
Saturday, 25 August 2018
naapi and the fox
https://www.accessgenealogy.com/native/the-fox.htm
One day Old Man went out hunting and took the fox with him. They hunted for several days, but killed nothing. It was nice warm weather in the late fall. After they had become very hungry, as they were going along one day, Old Man went up over a ridge and on the other side he saw four big buffalo bulls lying down; but there was no way by which they could get near them. He dodged back out of sight and told the fox what he had seen, and they thought for a long time, to see if there was no way by which these bulls might be killed.
At last Old Man said to the fox: “My little brother, I can think of only one way to get these bulls. This is my plan, if you agree to it. I will pluck all the fur off you except one tuft on the end of your tail. Then you go over the hill and walk up and down in sight of the bulls, and you will seem so funny to them that they will laugh themselves to death.”
The fox did not like to do this, but he could think of nothing better, so he agreed to what Old Man proposed. Old Man plucked him perfectly bare, except the end of his tail, and the fox went over the ridge and walked up and down. When he had come close to the bulls, he played around and walked on his hind legs and went through all sorts of antics. When the bulls first saw him, they got up on their feet, and looked at him. They did not know what to make of him. Then they began to laugh, and the more they looked at him, the more they laughed, until at last one by one they fell down exhausted and died. Then Old Man came over the hill, and went down to the bulls, and began to butcher them. By this time it had grown a little colder.
“Ah, little brother,” said Old Man to the fox, “you did splendidly. I do not wonder that the bulls laughed themselves to death. I nearly died myself as I watched you from the hill. You looked very funny.” While he was saying this, he was working away skinning off the hides and getting the meat ready to carry to camp, all the time talking to the fox, who stood about, his back humped up and his teeth chattering with the cold. Now a wind sprang up from the north and a few snowflakes were flying in the air. It was growing colder and colder. Old Man kept on talking, and every now and then he would say something to the fox, who was sitting behind him perfectly still, with his jaw shoved out and his teeth shining.
At last Old Man had the bulls all skinned and the meat cut up, and as he rose up he said: “It is getting pretty cold, isn’t it? Well, we do not care for the cold. We have got all our winter’s meat, and we will have nothing to do but feast and dance and sing until spring.” The fox made no answer. Then Old Man got angry, and called out: “Why don’t you answer me? Don’t you hear me talking to you?” The fox said nothing. Then Old Man was mad, and he said, “Can’t you speak?” and stepped up to the fox and gave him a push with his foot, and the fox fell over. He was dead, frozen stiff with the cold.
One day Old Man went out hunting and took the fox with him. They hunted for several days, but killed nothing. It was nice warm weather in the late fall. After they had become very hungry, as they were going along one day, Old Man went up over a ridge and on the other side he saw four big buffalo bulls lying down; but there was no way by which they could get near them. He dodged back out of sight and told the fox what he had seen, and they thought for a long time, to see if there was no way by which these bulls might be killed.
At last Old Man said to the fox: “My little brother, I can think of only one way to get these bulls. This is my plan, if you agree to it. I will pluck all the fur off you except one tuft on the end of your tail. Then you go over the hill and walk up and down in sight of the bulls, and you will seem so funny to them that they will laugh themselves to death.”
The fox did not like to do this, but he could think of nothing better, so he agreed to what Old Man proposed. Old Man plucked him perfectly bare, except the end of his tail, and the fox went over the ridge and walked up and down. When he had come close to the bulls, he played around and walked on his hind legs and went through all sorts of antics. When the bulls first saw him, they got up on their feet, and looked at him. They did not know what to make of him. Then they began to laugh, and the more they looked at him, the more they laughed, until at last one by one they fell down exhausted and died. Then Old Man came over the hill, and went down to the bulls, and began to butcher them. By this time it had grown a little colder.
“Ah, little brother,” said Old Man to the fox, “you did splendidly. I do not wonder that the bulls laughed themselves to death. I nearly died myself as I watched you from the hill. You looked very funny.” While he was saying this, he was working away skinning off the hides and getting the meat ready to carry to camp, all the time talking to the fox, who stood about, his back humped up and his teeth chattering with the cold. Now a wind sprang up from the north and a few snowflakes were flying in the air. It was growing colder and colder. Old Man kept on talking, and every now and then he would say something to the fox, who was sitting behind him perfectly still, with his jaw shoved out and his teeth shining.
At last Old Man had the bulls all skinned and the meat cut up, and as he rose up he said: “It is getting pretty cold, isn’t it? Well, we do not care for the cold. We have got all our winter’s meat, and we will have nothing to do but feast and dance and sing until spring.” The fox made no answer. Then Old Man got angry, and called out: “Why don’t you answer me? Don’t you hear me talking to you?” The fox said nothing. Then Old Man was mad, and he said, “Can’t you speak?” and stepped up to the fox and gave him a push with his foot, and the fox fell over. He was dead, frozen stiff with the cold.
Friday, 24 August 2018
Thursday, 23 August 2018
The Scrotum Basket
A fresh scrotum was taken, and a rim or hoop of choke-cherry wood was bound around its mouth; choke-cherry limbs are flexible and easily bent. The hoop was sewed in place with sinew passing through the skin and around the hoop spirally.
A thong was bound at either end to opposite sides of the hoop, and the whole was hung upon the drying stage, or at the entrance to the earth lodge in the sun. The skin was then filled with sand until dry, when it was emptied, the thong removed, and a band, or leather handle, was bound on one side of the hoop, at places a few inches apart, and the basket was ready for use.
The scrotum is the toughest part of the buffalo's hide. When dried it is as hard and rigid as wood.
http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/buffalo/garden/garden.html#XIII
Sunday, 19 August 2018
the Bumblebee dance
Object type
Artist/maker/manufacturer
Culture
Place made
Canada: British Columbia, Kingcome
Inlet; Gwa'yi
Location
Object Number
A8239
Used in the Bumblebee dance, which is a
children's dance and is often one of
the first dances a child participates in during the Winter Ceremonial
among the Musgamagw Dzawada'enuxw.
Represents a bumblebee. In the dance, a father and mother bee lead progressively
smaller bees out onto the dance floor one by one. When the children are
led back into their 'beehive' at the end of the dance one child is
discovered to be missing. The father bee circles the floor fourt imes
searching for this lost child. On the fourth round the child is found
hidden amongst the spectators and is led home. Used in potlatch by Alec Nelson,Kingcome Inlet,
1938 (D. Hawkins, 1966).
http://collection-online.moa.ubc.ca/search/item?keywords=bumblebee&row=2&tab=media
Tuesday, 14 August 2018
Wednesday, 1 August 2018
hallucinate (v.)
gutterflies
"to have illusions," 1650s, from Latin alucinatus (later hallucinatus), past participle of alucinari "wander (in the mind), dream; talk unreasonably, ramble in thought," probably from Greek alyein, Attic halyein "wander in mind, be at a loss, be beside oneself (with grief, joy, perplexity), be distraught," also "wander about," which probably is related to alaomai "wander about" [Barnhart, Klein]. The Latin ending probably was influenced by vaticinari "to prophecy," also "to rave." Older in English in a rare and now obsolete transitive sense "deceive" (c. 1600); occasionally used 19c. in transitive sense "to cause hallucination." Related: Hallucinated; hallucinating.
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