Wednesday, 7 January 2015

two spirits, one body

Though I didn’t realise that there was any portrayal or awareness outside of Arthur Penn’s anti-establishment screen adaptation of Little Big Man, the special esteem afforded to members that did not fit into traditional gender roles that was not something hidden but rather respected and was an unsettling surprise for the early explorers and later anthropologists encountering Native American tribes.

Recognising and even valuing those whom had both female and male personality traits and sustained same-sex relationships was nearly a universal institution among groups in North America—which Europeans labeled derisively as berdache, from the French term referring to a male-prostitute or a sex-slave. Tribally, they had their own words to describe these individuals and assigned communal duties, including taking on the roles of singers, dancers, tailors, crafters, baby-naming authorities, fortune-tellers, and matchmakers, which were specially set aside for these experts. In some cultures, men and women would cross-dress to classify themselves as such—but it was not a requirement and no scarlet letter to identify themselves to others as butch or effeminate. In the 1990s, Indians eventually came to reject externally imposed terminologies and concepts like gay—and hetero-normative, which reflected the backward thinking that eclipsed aboriginal ways and which also got to give the definitive account—to bring Two-Spirit in as an overarching designation. I like Two-Spirit—simple and straightforward and not confusing like non-binary and does not sound politically frustrated.

Tuesday, 6 January 2015

foo-fighters or roadside attractions

During the last years of the war, Nazi scientists were working on a secretive underground construction programme in the catacombs of mines in the Lower Silesian region, code named Project Riese—Giant.

Although this massive project was presumably undertaken to house displaced administrative divisions along the Western front and as a logistical extension of Nazi-Germany’s deadly real and substantial rocketry programme, no one is entirely sure what was happening in these mine-shafts. Some believe, gleaned from various descriptions and accounts of forced-labourers, that a Wunderwaffe was being developed there. Die Glocke, the Bell, as the device was dubbed because of its shape, seemed to be a very mutable armament, the subject of much popular conjecture—and fearfully capable of anything or feasibly nothing at all.
Supposedly the housing was a containment field for a mysterious substance known as Xerum 525, speculated to be anything ranging from red mercury to anti-matter—and once activated, the device may have been an experimental fusion bomb, an anti-gravity propulsion engine, a TARDIS, or a sort of magic, quantum cauldron for looking into the future. “Foo-fighter” was the term that Allied airmen used for unidentified flying objects and other strange aerial phenomena. If die Glocke did exist, its ultimate fate is too unknown, some say it was an escape pod, some theorizing that it remains in South America and others believing that it’s mothballed in Area 51, with the occasional cameo-appearance, like in the 1965 space acorn incident in Kecksburg, Pennsylvania.

hold for release

When the first twenty-four hour cable news network debuted in 1980, ushering in a new era for the way we thought about and expected from the media and I think to a large degree conditioned us to use and be exploited by the internet, the founding mogul pledged that the US National Anthem (the traditional sign-off music for when television stations had an end to their broadcasting day) would only be played once for the network’s inaugeration and be on the air until the end of time. There was a contingency video prepared in the event the end of the world which would consequently stop the intrepid reporting—I wonder what they imagined back then as opposed to now and what catastrophes have changed and what have remained the same—that was rediscovered by an intern in 2009 and might be worth a look at what was supposed to never be seen—not out of morbid curiosity but a glimpse at how one individual prepared for such an occasion with dignity.

Monday, 5 January 2015

abuela hypothesis or santa hanna

The mother of Mary and grandmother of Jesus is not named in the Gospels, but as with the narrative of Mary and Joseph and the holy kinship, Jesus’ extended family which was a very popular theme for medieval artists, the faithful soon were introduced to Saint Anne—Hanna as she is known in Islamic and the Orthodox tradition.

This cult of Anne had early adherents in the Eastern Church, a few shrines in France and the Cathedral of Dรผren, between Kรถln and Aachen, holds her reliquary since the fourteen century. Saint Anne or Santa Ana as she is known in Spanish enjoys most veneration, however, in Central America, dating back to the arrival of the Conquistadors. Most other religious settlement had been claimed long ago, through displacing pagan festivals with the moveable feasts of Christianity and accepting seasonal trappings—long since frozen as traditional, and the Church could not very well bend to accommodate every new encounter with a new liturgical calendar and agenda. Besides, no matter how convincingly disguised, missionaries were worried that aboriginal practises and believes would continue under a different sacrament. As violently cataclysmic as the contact between the New and the Old Worlds was, conversion probably was the most humane and peaceably conducted act of the whole business of colonialism in this part of the Earth, not that that particularly is saying a lot compared to the level of atrocity. Even if they had been willing to make concessions to the native beliefs, the priests found few archetypes—with one exception being the popular spirit of Xmucane, known as the grandmother of the Mayan pantheon of the gods. She and her consort, Grandpa Xpiacoc, also helped the creator spirits fashion the first people—out of corn once the first trials with clay and wood failed.  Churches dedicated to the Grandmother of Jesus were built on the foundations of temples of Xmucane.