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Wednesday, April 29, 2009
this is the end....
well blogging was a blast! haha I enjoyed reading the blogs that I did, and I hope that some of you liked mine or had a few that inspired you to watch the X-Files or something like that. Class was wonderful, I know that I will take the content of this class with me through the rest of my college career and beyond. Hopefully one day I will be able to tell stories like the myth tellers and other oral people we have talked so much about can. I will miss the interaction with the class, but not the texts...eh oh well.
and I am totally stoked to not blog anymore...i don't know how some of you do it... kudos to you all that kill it at blogging. and for those that are like me congratz on getting through it.
and I am totally stoked to not blog anymore...i don't know how some of you do it... kudos to you all that kill it at blogging. and for those that are like me congratz on getting through it.
Dying to Live-my paper....
Ishi the last “wild” and purely oral individual to inhabit this nation brought himself out of the woods and into a world of literacy almost one hundred years ago. He hid in the mountains that created him and his people, the mountains that kept the oral culture of the Yahi alive. The small band of natives lived hidden from the white settlers and print culture for many years out of sight in the mountains and the thick brush keeping their culture alive though words that only Ishi and his family members understood. He was clearly a man of many words when he walked out of the mountains and onto a domesticated farm in the foothills of Oroville, California in 1911.
Ishi was a portal into the past, a gateway into a culture that was lost by many other ancient Tribes after the European settlers took over the land and destroyed the oral traditions with their printed words and dictionaries filled with meanings that were non-existent to the Natives of America. But it is part of the continuation of evolution to die to recreate something more apt to survive. “We have to die o continue living” (Ong 15). Words are like any other creature on this planet, changing and adapting to survive. As he walked out of the woods his culture was dying in order to live on through print. This man survived snowstorms, floods, heat waves, animal encounters, and massacres but he could no longer survive in his oral culture. He was the last of his tribe the Yahi.
Sean Kane talks about the connection between the two worlds—our world that we live in now and the otherworld in his book Wisdom of the Mythtellers. “Each kind of power makes the other kind possible” (Kane 172). Ishi could no longer exist in his oral culture without anyone else. He needed to venture into the world that we all know—the print culture—to survive. Taking written notes, translating his oral culture onto permanent ink smudged paper was the last of ancient oral America. And even if one world cannot exist without the other and print would have never happened without the spoken word there comes problems translating a culture into something it was never meant to be.
Ishi was given his name by the anthropologist Dr. Alfred Korebel from the University of California Berkeley after he had spent a few days with the man. Ishi meaning “man” in the Yahi language was actual an epithet rather than his real name. “Oral fold have no sense of name as a tag, for they have no idea of a name as something that can be seen” (Ong 33). Yahi custom was to never speak of names or the past. Names are important to us in the print culture because they give meaning to the things surrounding us. Names give us order, and to completely understand this man names were necessary.
The death of this enduring man was the death of the past that modern day print cultures could/can only imagine and write about in our alphabetized world. We in the modern ages of print try to get back what Ishi knew, and what his tribe knew as the only way of life: a life of gestures, expression, experiences, and lessons taught by speech and not by textbooks.
Ishi’s rich history and his culture-helped anthropologist understand more about the ancient inhabitants of their new country, but for Ishi it was a challenge to share this information. The Yahi believed that talking about the past was bad luck and caused a disruption in the spirit world. He was afraid of what could happen when he shared the past with his new literate supervisors. Instead of giving into the semi-sympathetic scientist he chanted an ancient tribal myth of the wood duck lasting more than six hours putting some men to sleep as they listened to the ancient three-note song about the Wood Duck and his wives. What these anthropologist and reporters did not understand at the time was they were listening to the past and not the future. With that performance Ishi’s oral culture was being recorded and taken out of the other world and placed in the world we know. He was sealing the fate of the last ancient oral traditions in this country.
The similarities between the literate world and the oral world are strong, and suggest that it was inevitable that oral societies would become dominated by print sooner or later. Ishi was one of the last to know what it was like to live in a simpler world of words. Our complex system of spelling, punctuation, grammar, gestures, definitions, and names was completely foreign to Ishi. His culture was not less intelligent than the one he walked into, it was simply oral, and focused on the traditions of memory and experience. He knew how to hunt and fish, how to survive the elements, he knew what plants to eat and what plants to use for medicinal purposes, he knew how to live outside in harmony with the natural world. Walter Ong suggest, “human beings communicate in countless ways, making use of all their senses, touch, taste, smell and especially sight, as well as hearing” (Ong 7). In Ishi’s life he used all these senses but in a way that the modern culture had lost to print. We still communicate using all our senses, but perhaps literacy has numbed them by a certain degree because we do not have to use our memory theater the same as primary oral cultures. The complex system used by literate society draws from the oral but expands further than the oral will ever be able too.
When Ishi stepped out of his home and into a world entirely opposite of his own he was taking a step from primary orality into secondary orality. He would never become completely literate, but his language would never become completely lost in print. He kept the spirit of his ancestors alive in his mind and in his heart, sharing sacred stories and places of worship with the anthropologist that took him in and incorporated him into the literate culture of San Francisco and surrounding areas. He lived in the mountains behind farms and ranches for years, two separate world living simultaneously in sync with one another not knowing or understanding one another.
Ishi was a portal into the past, a gateway into a culture that was lost by many other ancient Tribes after the European settlers took over the land and destroyed the oral traditions with their printed words and dictionaries filled with meanings that were non-existent to the Natives of America. But it is part of the continuation of evolution to die to recreate something more apt to survive. “We have to die o continue living” (Ong 15). Words are like any other creature on this planet, changing and adapting to survive. As he walked out of the woods his culture was dying in order to live on through print. This man survived snowstorms, floods, heat waves, animal encounters, and massacres but he could no longer survive in his oral culture. He was the last of his tribe the Yahi.
Sean Kane talks about the connection between the two worlds—our world that we live in now and the otherworld in his book Wisdom of the Mythtellers. “Each kind of power makes the other kind possible” (Kane 172). Ishi could no longer exist in his oral culture without anyone else. He needed to venture into the world that we all know—the print culture—to survive. Taking written notes, translating his oral culture onto permanent ink smudged paper was the last of ancient oral America. And even if one world cannot exist without the other and print would have never happened without the spoken word there comes problems translating a culture into something it was never meant to be.
Ishi was given his name by the anthropologist Dr. Alfred Korebel from the University of California Berkeley after he had spent a few days with the man. Ishi meaning “man” in the Yahi language was actual an epithet rather than his real name. “Oral fold have no sense of name as a tag, for they have no idea of a name as something that can be seen” (Ong 33). Yahi custom was to never speak of names or the past. Names are important to us in the print culture because they give meaning to the things surrounding us. Names give us order, and to completely understand this man names were necessary.
The death of this enduring man was the death of the past that modern day print cultures could/can only imagine and write about in our alphabetized world. We in the modern ages of print try to get back what Ishi knew, and what his tribe knew as the only way of life: a life of gestures, expression, experiences, and lessons taught by speech and not by textbooks.
Ishi’s rich history and his culture-helped anthropologist understand more about the ancient inhabitants of their new country, but for Ishi it was a challenge to share this information. The Yahi believed that talking about the past was bad luck and caused a disruption in the spirit world. He was afraid of what could happen when he shared the past with his new literate supervisors. Instead of giving into the semi-sympathetic scientist he chanted an ancient tribal myth of the wood duck lasting more than six hours putting some men to sleep as they listened to the ancient three-note song about the Wood Duck and his wives. What these anthropologist and reporters did not understand at the time was they were listening to the past and not the future. With that performance Ishi’s oral culture was being recorded and taken out of the other world and placed in the world we know. He was sealing the fate of the last ancient oral traditions in this country.
The similarities between the literate world and the oral world are strong, and suggest that it was inevitable that oral societies would become dominated by print sooner or later. Ishi was one of the last to know what it was like to live in a simpler world of words. Our complex system of spelling, punctuation, grammar, gestures, definitions, and names was completely foreign to Ishi. His culture was not less intelligent than the one he walked into, it was simply oral, and focused on the traditions of memory and experience. He knew how to hunt and fish, how to survive the elements, he knew what plants to eat and what plants to use for medicinal purposes, he knew how to live outside in harmony with the natural world. Walter Ong suggest, “human beings communicate in countless ways, making use of all their senses, touch, taste, smell and especially sight, as well as hearing” (Ong 7). In Ishi’s life he used all these senses but in a way that the modern culture had lost to print. We still communicate using all our senses, but perhaps literacy has numbed them by a certain degree because we do not have to use our memory theater the same as primary oral cultures. The complex system used by literate society draws from the oral but expands further than the oral will ever be able too.
When Ishi stepped out of his home and into a world entirely opposite of his own he was taking a step from primary orality into secondary orality. He would never become completely literate, but his language would never become completely lost in print. He kept the spirit of his ancestors alive in his mind and in his heart, sharing sacred stories and places of worship with the anthropologist that took him in and incorporated him into the literate culture of San Francisco and surrounding areas. He lived in the mountains behind farms and ranches for years, two separate world living simultaneously in sync with one another not knowing or understanding one another.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
A Hiller Myth
Ok so this is a personal family myth that my father came up with while we were driving through the Eastern Sierra's in California up highway 395. He would always make up stories for my brothers and myself while we were on road trips to shut us up. (i'm sure some of you have had this same experience) So anyway, he would make up these stories and would get really into them trying to make them as in depth as possible for my little but wild imagination. My brothers would stop listening after the first few lines because they knew it couldn't possibly be real...but me, oh how I believed and how deep down inside I still believe all the stories my father has told me over the years. SO here it goes...(if any of you have driven the road from Reno to LA you might know what I'm talking about)
In between the tiny town of Lone Pine, Ca and the even tinnier town of Olancha, Ca there's a giant lake, Owens Lake that is all dried up now (thanks to the Mulhullen Project supplying the greater LA Basin with water). And on the edge of the Highway there's an old abandoned factory. Well this old factory apparently was not a factory at all but a disguise for a giant hole in the ground. And this hole in the ground went deep into the Earth, farther than you or I have ever been, so far down that no light could penetrate the darkness. So far down that the center of the Earth was but a stone's throw away. And deep down in this hole there was an army of giant human eating ants. I mean HUGE, the size of houses, with long legs, and giant pinchers that would grab humans and shove them into their mouths devouring them whole! So these ants they would only come out at the turn of the new moon. And they would travel up and down the valley in search of food for their offspring. But these ants, they didn't stay underground all the time. These ants were very sensitive to loud noises, that's why their whole is placed in such a remote area, but still had enough food to live off of. So these ants could hear screaming and yelling in between the two towns. SHHHHHH...my dad would say...SHHHHHH...you don't want to startle the ants and have them come out and chase us down the road...our car is fast but not fast enough. So I would get really quiet for the stretch of road that these ants could hear. And extra quiet when we passed the old rundown factory. Always watching and always wondering when the next time these ants would come out to feast.
The End...or is it?
p.s. if any of you have seen the movie Tremors with the giant worms in the ground that can feel the vibrations of walking, well this is pretty much right where that movie was filmed and I pretty sure this is were my dad cam up with his wonderful and yet completely terrifying myth about the giant ants that would come out and eat me if I was too loud on our car rides. haha what a guy.
Lists upon Lists
Everyone has them, whether they are written down, or in your head, there's a list somewhere in your life. Especially at a time like this when finals are just around the corner and graduation is happening for you lucky students! Plus the list of sh*t you're going to need to get for job interviews and the actual list of places to apply.
My List for the next 3 weeks:
4/29
-oral traditions paper
-law & policy paper
-reading for all classes
-EMO's Birthday
4/30
-research paper for nas100
5/1
-pride & prejudice paper
WEEKEND
-library sesh studying for finals
5/4
-Brit Lit 2 final paper due
-English 342 final
5/5
-Native American Studies Final
5/6
-study/break!
5/7
-Nat. Am Law final 8am!
-oral traditions final 6pm...?
(DANG)
5/8
American Lit 2 final 8am...
DONE AND GOING TO TAHOE!!!
My List for the next 3 weeks:
4/29
-oral traditions paper
-law & policy paper
-reading for all classes
-EMO's Birthday
4/30
-research paper for nas100
5/1
-pride & prejudice paper
WEEKEND
-library sesh studying for finals
5/4
-Brit Lit 2 final paper due
-English 342 final
5/5
-Native American Studies Final
5/6
-study/break!
5/7
-Nat. Am Law final 8am!
-oral traditions final 6pm...?
(DANG)
5/8
American Lit 2 final 8am...
DONE AND GOING TO TAHOE!!!
a tweek to my paper
I was originally going to write my paper on some form of Native American traditional story. And thought my new idea is not far from that, it is not as broad but at the same time broad enough. Ishi the last "wild" Indian came out of the woods in Northern California about 100 years ago into a world of literacy. HE had to leave the comfort of his home in the hills outside of Oraville, CA to survive. His oral culture was dying with every step he took closer to the town of white settlers, many of whom had killed his family members in years past. This man survived snow storms, floods, heatwaves, animal encounters, and massacres but he could no longer survive in his oral culture. He was the last of his tribe the Yahi. He embarked on a magical and magnificent journey that seemed to have taken him in a time machine from ancient traditional ways of life-by living off, worshiping, and caring for the land his people were created from-to a modern time filled with trains, automobiles, millions of people, and the alphabet.
Much of the oral culture is unknown to us in the literate world. We think we know, but truly we don't. Ishi was one of the last to know what it was like to live in a simpler world of words. Our complex system of spelling, punctuation, grammar, gestures, definitions, and names was completely foreign to this man of little words. His culture was not less intelligent that the one he walked into, it was simply oral, and focused on the traditions of memory and experience. He knew how to hunt, and fish, how to survive in the elements, he knew what plants to eat, and what plants to use for medicinal purposes, he knew how to live outside in harmony with the natural world. Ishi had a connection to spirituality that no one in the literate world will ever be able to feel, he was in sync with his soul.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
just a sream of conscious thought about my paper....
Even though much of Native American culture relies on the oral traditions that have come from the ancient times that are no longer with us because of literacy it has lost much of the impact that it once had on society. We have converted the oral culture into literature, word, print, ever lasing. IT doesn’t lye in the mind anymore, it lies on a page, a piece of paper. Print has ruined the romance in speech. It takes away the passion ans the determination of each individual story to create meaning to the people that come up or experience these epics. Humans use what ever means they can too create art. Language is a form of art and a form of expression. The meaning of life does not lie within a story but with in experience and nature.
because of the oral culture families were closer they spent the time together to listen and interact with the stories. it's like when bedtime stories are read to the generations of today. the "psychologist" say that it is important to have that oral connection to your children. bring them closer and make the connection between voice and minds through stories. Native American's pride themselves on the closeness between tribal members. they aren't just a group or race of people, but they are a family connected maybe not through blood but through the bond between humans. it is a bond that we take for granted or just don't acknowledge anymore in the culture that we as American's live in.
blah blah blah....
because of the oral culture families were closer they spent the time together to listen and interact with the stories. it's like when bedtime stories are read to the generations of today. the "psychologist" say that it is important to have that oral connection to your children. bring them closer and make the connection between voice and minds through stories. Native American's pride themselves on the closeness between tribal members. they aren't just a group or race of people, but they are a family connected maybe not through blood but through the bond between humans. it is a bond that we take for granted or just don't acknowledge anymore in the culture that we as American's live in.
blah blah blah....
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