![]() With age comes the potent urgency of re-membering. Pieces of knowledge remain sewn inside the skins of grandchildren too young to know their secret gifts. New ones coming of age replace the old ones, ever standing for the ones who have gone before. Across the prairie the drum sounds at a distance while an old woman sews a shawl fringe to the blare of a television. Tipis and tents rise against the velvet green horizon as the sun rests like orange jello taking shape to hang on the day. ![]() Muscled men burst with the life beat of the drum, feather bustles, beaded moccasins, dancing in their own time. All that glitters is…jingles of dancers’ dresses swaying and clinking in the sun as girls and women enter the rhythmic dance circle. Today, restless cowboys and oil workers saddle up to be mesmerized by spinning wheels getting hopeful on their luck while well-pressed Indians clean up the cans, change the bills and walk the floor in black and white fancy dance, stow their name tags until the whole dream evaporates. “Casinos will be the end of sovereignty!” declared Russell Parshall (Left Hand Eagle), Mandan-Hidatsa artist and rock-n-roller, a generation ago. Fifty years of electricity to Chicago, hundreds of miles away. River shut off trickles up through grazing land fifty years after the fact. Sugar is proffered as food, while women plant and harvest their gardens, keepers of the corn. Word lists substitute for language, then become language. A new generation retrieves words – Dosha magu. ![]() Underneath the frozen ground lies one thousand years of history as water from the monster dam wears away at the image leaving only its traces in the memories of elders. ![]() Inside a weather-worn trailer a newborn kicks its way into the world as a bottle rolls to the floor and out the door to reappear under melted snow in a spring thaw. Life moves along the prairie edges – some don’t make the wide turns, hug too close to the ground, their bodies pulled out from the ditch. The “voice of the people” silenced in the middle of some sad country song. He said he plans to file a motion asking a judge to dismiss the lawsuit." More.KMHA went dead today. "Terry Gross, of the San Francisco-based firm Gross and Belsky, said in an interview that Ciarelli and his Web site used proper newsgathering techniques and deserve First Amendment protection. Think Secret retains pro bono lawyer The Associated Press reports that a lawyer specializing in freedom of speech and the Internet said Wednesday he will defend free of charge Nicholas Ciarelli, publisher of the site Think Secret and a Harvard University student. He has a regular audience of about 50 people who download his ''definitely not polished" spoken musings about life, personal electronics, and even the importance of getting your brakes checked - a ''podcast" he made and instantly posted from his cellphone while sitting outside the Sears repair shop one day recently." More. Carey is not just a daily consumer of podcasted talk shows about technology and politics but a fledgling podcaster himself. "(Richie) Carey, a 38-year-old website developer and marketing consultant from Sandwich, is among an early wave of fans for a new broadcast medium dubbed 'podcasting' - audio content that listeners download from websites to iPods or similar digital music player devices. Computer, microphone, iPod make broadcasting personal A Boston Globe article profiles one avid member of the podcasting community.
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