The Dredge Cycle

Cradle Will Capsize

Did you know “Rock-​​a-​​bye Baby” was a Native Amer­i­can song? Not only was the song poorly trans­lated, but lacks a few crit­i­cal details of the orig­i­nal, and all its atten­dant cul­tural sym­bol­ism. Damn it, Puri­tans. Again, with the bed of lies.

Settling

Heavy read­ing lately is mak­ing me lose some of my taste for pon­tif­i­cat­ing. So today, I’m going to point at these two (pos­si­bly) unre­lated moments from late in Roots of Sur­vival. The first on Indi­ans and Chris­tian­ity, the lat­ter on time, two top­ics you know I’m kinda pas­sion­ate about.

Before We Eat

It’s nearly Thanks­giv­ing again, and I’m in Port­land, read­ing Mayflower and Roots of Sur­vival. Last I made this trip, I was read­ing Heart­sick for Coun­try, which was the first I encoun­tered the prac­tice of intro­duc­ing one­self to the Land. That trip, I went run­ning every morn­ing, and had sus­tained con­ver­sa­tions with the area out­side Beaver­ton. All year, I’ve made a prac­tice of intro­duc­ing myself, my intents while vis­it­ing, and say­ing my good­byes for­mally. Though Port­land was plenty nice to me, and Seat­tle a cold bitch,…