Archive for September 23rd, 2008
Seasons Of A Navajo
Pretty sure you’ve all seen this on PBS.
From Amazon:
The Navajo heritage of sacred songs, ceremonies and spoken tradition comes alive as you meet Chauncey and Dorothy Neboyia, grandparents to an extended family of two generations. The Neboyias live by farming and weaving; their home is a native hogan. This acclaimed documentary captures their traditional lifestyles, and features striking photography of Arizona’s ancient Anasazi ruins and the spectacular Monument Valley.
Videos are here
Posted: September 23rd, 2008 under Native American.
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Native American Seals
The Caddo Tribe co-owns approximately 487 acres of non-contiguous, federal trust land spread across a three-county area of southwestern Oklahoma; these lands are held jointly with the Delaware and Wichita Tribes. The tribal trust area is characterized by plains and rolling grasslands. The Canadian, Washita and Cache Rivers drain the region. The Caddo Tribal Complex is located in Binger, OK, approximately 21 miles north of Anadarko on U.S. 281. Oklahoma City lies approximately 60 miles east of the tribal headquarters.
Way more of it here
MP3: Leonard Cohen – God Is Alive, Magic Is Afoot (Thank You Achtung Baby)
Posted: September 23rd, 2008 under Native American.
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Land Of Enchantment
Brightblack Morning Light are on the cover of the newest FADER magazine and the pictures of the band’s off the grid life in New Mexico are a-fucking-mazing. I didn’t get a chance to read the article so I’m not exactly sure where in New Mexico they are, but let’s get a stick, a bandana, a good pair of army boots, and start walking.
From Death Comes For The Archbishop:
At sunrise next morning Father Vallaint set out, Sabino driving the wagon, his oldest boy riding Angelica, and Father Joseph riding Contento. They took the old road to the northeast, through the sharp red sand-hills spotted with juniper, and the Bishop accompanied them as far as the loop where the road wound out on the top of one of those conical hills, giving the departing traveller his last glimpse of Santa Fe. There Father Joseph drew rein and looked back at the town lying rosy in the morning light, the mountain behind it, and the hills close about it like two encircling arms.
“Auspice, Maria!” he murmured as he turned his back on these familiar things.
MP3: Brightblack Morning Light – Oppressions Each
Posted: September 23rd, 2008 under Quotes/Poetry.
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Momma, There Are (Dead) Wolves In The House
We all know this already, but man oh man, what a goddamn shame.
Phosphorescent – Wolves (Thanks Captain Obvious)
An explanation is probably long overdue
Posted: September 23rd, 2008 under The World Is On Fire!.
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