yup'ik people and their photos of the elderly and the deceased
i don’t understand this other yup’ik behavior, but i see it all the damn time. many yup’ik people love photos of old people. and dead people?
i love the elderly folk. my parents were elders when i was growing up—they were about the age of my friends’ parents. anyways, you don’t need to post pictures of old people to show that you love them. not that its bad thing, but i’ve noticed that yup’ik people love to post pictures of old people. yes, i understand its about respecting elders….this is very evident on facebook.
another thing that i’ve noticed about yup’ik people is that many post pictures of dead people too. sometimes, reverence and respect for loved ones goes just a little too far.
on facebook, i was reminded that eskimo power cannot be seen by some people at work. its banned from the workplace. maybe because i swear on it sometimes? oh well, this blog isn’t about others. its about me. does that i’m rated ‘r?’ hmmmm….
today marks the 8th day that i’ve had to take a cold shower. our hot water heater broke so we don’t have any hot water. that means its been cold showers lately. boy, i can’t wait for hot water again. you’re probably reading this and thinking, “what the fuck does this have to do with a love for life?”
a cold ass shower helps me to remember to appreciate the simple things. so many people take hot water for granted. i miss hot water.
today i am feeling the love. i’m feeling lucky to be alive. its great. i just have this overwhelming sense of vitality, if that makes sense.
i hope to inspire others to love this thing called life. don’t take hot water for granted. haha
i’m sitting here listening to folks from the EPA talk shop and also members from north slope coastal communities voice their concerns for air quality permits and possible oil and gas exploration in the chukchi sea.
it is pretty sad to hear the ‘feds’ take public testimony on an issue that could have detrimental affects to eskimos like myself and not give a shit.
these federal folks probably shop at the local grocery store for their everyday meals, get a car wash every week, buy a fancy-ass coffee drink for $5 every morning, wait in line at the restaurant. their reality is very different from mine. they probably live in the city.
a message to the oil industry: go back to the city and stay there. don’t come out here to the Arctic. please keep our oceans clean. thank you.
KOTZEBUE, ALASKA; last week i went to the local gas station to fill up my little chevrolet tracker. i filled up my little chevrolet tracker with 12.65 gallons at $7.35/gallon. the cost? it came out to $93.02.
now, do you understand why it is imperative that i live off animals from the land and sea?
you’re either happy for what you have or unhappy for what you don’t have. i choose to be happy for good health, a roof over my head (even though we don’t have hot water!), great kids, an even greater woman, a good job, sexy rifles, a supportive family, and the list goes on….
there’s been too many deaths and accidents all over alaska lately. you never know when you’re going to go. i know that i need to live my life with all this in mind, but i try. i’m not perfect, i’m not a model citizen, but i try. the most important thing is to try.
i’d like to spread good cheer to those around me and those reading this blog. i’d like everyone to be thankful for what they have. there’s many people out there in more dire situations.
i just read that a friend’s daughter was medivacced to anchorage and my heart dropped a little. this isn’t even a close friend, but he is my friend and that’s his daughter. i hope everything goes well with his daughter. i hope for good health.
i am NOT a facebook whore. i am NOT a facebook whore. i am NOT a facebook whore. i am NOT a facebook whore. i am NOT a facebook whore. i am NOT a facebook whore. i am NOT a facebook whore. i am NOT a facebook whore. i am NOT a facebook whore. i am NOT a facebook whore.
“And when the last red man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall become a myth among the white men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe; and when our children’s children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the pathless woods, they will not be alone.”—Chief Seattle
yesterday i learned my old student in togiak had passed on. john paul was his name. he was my ‘4-man,’ meaning he was my starting forward in basketball. he had just graduated from high school this year. john paul was a good kid.
rest in peace john. my heart goes out to herman, marie, and the rest of his family in togiak.
i called up my buddy ron in deering to see if his ‘new’ .222 shot straight. he reported that he sighted in the rifle yesterday and it shoots straight. his daughter tried the rifle as well and likes how it shoots. that’s great.
now, i plan to go sight in my .222 after work today too. i hope to zero it in as well. i can’t wait to shoot it. yes sir. the rifle is my newestseal gun, a cz 527 american with a leupold vxii 3x9x40. its one beeeeeeautiful rifle.
its also a beautiful day out there. one shouldn’t have to stay in on a day like this. have a good one.
Buchi Lind John, I read your blog on tumblr..sure enjoyed it. I think I spent over a half our perusing through your website there—-your perspective is very refreshing; you have a writing style that keeps a reader reading!!! :) from one salmon cruncher to another! :)August 17, 2009 at 8:44am · LikeUnlike
Janella Lewis Where’s your blog?August 17, 2009 at 6:21pm · LikeUnlike