Glad

by the Swingin’ Utters

    Some sing their songs
    they’re flying on uppers
    So sweet and smug
    that I lose my supper

    Some mumble psalms
    of solace and virtue
    Hang by their palms
    Choke on the cud they chew

    I’m glad we met
    So sad you left
    Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour

    Love songs are cheap
    and only get cheaper
    They prey on the meek
    Who only get meeker

    Cliches sung by stars
    Look so good on paper
    Each bar fed to you
    A communion wafer

    I’m glad we met
    So sad you left
    Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour

    Don’t even think of being average
    You’re so much more to me than adequate
    I’m hanging on to every word you speak
    I’ll burn the torch until you come to me

    I’m glad we met
    So sad you left
    Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour

    The time we spent
    Was heaven sent
    Opened my eyes and stole my hours

An ID plan with teeth

The Guardian reports that some clever dentists have modified RFID tags and are planning to implant them in people’s teeth:

“When you put all identification data in one place in the body there can be no mistakes. You have an immediate identification,” said Dr Thevissen. Teeth are particularly hardy and can survive for hundreds of thousands of years. Many extinct primates, for example, are known only from tooth fossils. “We want to store it in the tooth because it’s the strongest and longest lived body part.”

Plus it helps dentists diversify their offerings. They’re not just cleaning, fixing, and enhancing your smile any more…they are helping law enforcement track the whereabouts of primates.

I have a better idea, though. If the plan is just to provide uniqueness to the teeth, why not use complex or even decorative etching in the enamel instead of implanting radio tags? I think etching is far more likely to be both robust as well as secure. Computers can even easily scan and store data based on the etchings. The one downside compared to RFID is that you couldn’t stand over a pile of rubble and instantly inventory the victims; you would still have to exhume them first. But I’m not sure dentists really care about that aspect of disaster recovery.

House Made of Dawn

I decided to pick up a copy of N. Scott Momaday‘s classic prose in House Made of Dawn. I wonder why it is so rare to see any of the Indian story-telling or prose mentioned on sites of American poetry? His opening paragraph seems amazing to me, all by itself:

The river lies in a vally of hills and fields. The north end of the valley is narrow, and the river runs down from the mountains through a canyon. The sun strikes the canyon floor only a few hours each day, and in winter the snow remains for a long time in the crevices of the walls. There is a town in the valley, and there are ruins of other towns in the canyon. In three directions from the town there are cultivated fields. Most of them lie to the west, across the river, on the slope of the plain. Now and then in winter, great angles of geese fly through the valley, and then the sky and the geese are the same color and the air is hard and damp and smoke rises from the houses of the town. The seasons lie hard upon the land. In the summer the valley is hot, and birds come to the tamarak on the river. The feathers of blue and yellow birds are prized by the townsmen.

And of course the song:

Tsegihi.
House made of dawn,
House made of evening light,
House made of dark cloud,
House made of male rain,
House made of dark mist,
House made of female rain,
House made of pollen,
House made of grasshoppers,
Dark cloud is at the door.
The trail out of it is dark cloud.
The zigzag lightning stands high upon it.
Male deity!
Your offering I make.
I have prepared smoke for you.
Restore my feet for me,
Restore my legs for me,
Restore my body for me,
Restore my mind for meÂ…

Preserving a history of disrespect

Heritage This news really has to make you wonder about what’s wrong with some people in Kansas:

Many Manhattan High School alumni fondly recall the ceramic mosaic of an Indian head — the school’s symbol — that was formerly in the floor in front of the school gymnasium.

Now they’re hoping to restore the Indian to its former glory and install it in a place of honor at the school.

The history of when the Indian mosaic was taken out of the floor — and eventually relegated to storage — is a little hazy at this point. But alums say they recall the mosaic as a source of pride — and torment.

“The seniors used to make the underclassmen shine it,” said alumna Cam Feltner. She recalled as well that it was understood that no one was to step on the Indian at any cost.

There’s something creepy about their used of the phrase “restore the Indian to its former glory”. This is not a shrine to Indians, it will not refer to the origin of the mascot, or the people who the mascot represents. So what “glory” do they mean, exactly?

At one point in the early 1970s, some students brought teacher and coach Earl Gritton’s Volkswagen in through the gym and pushed it part way onto the Indian. Gritton’s wife Lois said the students chickened out and ran off before they got the car fully on top of the mascot.

By the time MHS alum Larry McCarthy arrived at the school in 1973, the Indian was protected by the aforementioned fence. McCarthy heard tales, though, of seniors throwing sophomores onto the fenced-in Indian and making them spit shine it either with their rear-end or a rag.

It would be one thing if they decided to explore the significance of the mosaic in relation to the fate of the Arapaho, Comanche, Kansa, Kiowa, Osage, or Pawnee tribes (all natives of the area that became Kansas). Maybe they could review how Indians served to protect Kansans, such as Pélathé’s famous ride to the city of Lawrence to warn them of raiders from Missouri.

But no, this group apparently not only thinks it honorable to have an “Indian head” as a plain mascot, but to enshrine it as a symbol of years of maltreatment and disrepect. Needless to say, this is a fine example of how some public school “associations” can be so far out of touch with modern values and progress in diversity that they grasp for comfort in historic symbols of how/when they “ruled” their roost. This reminds me of the colonials who never could adjust or recover from the news that they were misinformed about inequality of race, color, creed…

“We’re pretty sure we’re going to take it on as a project,” said Fiser. “Quite a few of the officers and directors have said, ‘let’s take this on.’ We think it’s a great thing to do to preserve history and tradition for our high school.”

I can think of a hundred other things an alumni association should do to preserve a real history and tradition of their school, instead of futzing around with a controversial mosaic that plays up cluelessness and insensitivity.

Call David Fiser if you would like to give him your opinion about the project and the mascot: 913-537-9123

Ironically, the Indian model of using resources without claiming exclusive rights has become a hot topic again today. Groups around the world, such as IndiCare, are joining together to debate and fight against digital rights legislation that criminalizes sharing, with the French leading the way within the Western legal system. Do they have the strength and courage to stand up to the recording industry?

As far as the history of this sort of conflict goes, we can only hope that the DRM battle does not end with the industry bringing in some big guns. Now that historians are reporting how the West was really won, PBS provides some chilling insight of the method of extermination practiced by soldiers “protecting” their territory:

Big Foot decided to lead his people away from the possibility of further violence at neighboring Standing Rock and headed farther south toward the reservation at Pine Ridge, hoping to find safety there. Increasingly ill with pneumonia, he had no intention of fighting and was flying a white flag when soldiers patrolling for roving bands caught up with him on December 28, 1890. That night Big Foot and his people camped near Wounded Knee Creek, surrounded on all sides by soldiers.

The next morning, the soldiers set up several large Hotchkiss guns on a hill overlooking the camp and began confiscating the Indians’ weapons. When a gun accidentally went off, they opened fire, and within a few minutes, some 370 Lakota lay dead, many of them cut down by the deadly Hotchkiss guns as they sought shelter against a creek bank. The soldiers even pursued fleeing women and children, shooting some as far as two miles from the site of the original confrontation. One Indian witness remembered:

A mother was shot down with her infant; the child not knowing that its mother was dead was still nursing… The women as they were fleeing with their babies were killed together… and after most of them had been killed a cry was made that all those who were not killed or wounded should come forth and they would be safe. Little boys… came out of their places of refuge, and as soon as they came in sight a number of soldiers surrounded them and butchered them there.

Right. The question of heritage is not so simple. Is the Indian head mascot a celebration of positive contributions and diverse opinions, or displays of egregious power and disrespect? And aside from that, is the money spent restoring a mosaic from a gym really helping promote a positive heritage and contributing to a richer sense of community for students, let alone the school alumni?